33 themes in 38 years, 51 years of Independence.
What have we achieved as a nation? A long way we have come and a long way we have to go.
Happy Birthday Malaysia.
Year
Theme
1970
Muhibah dan Perpaduan(Love and Unity)
1971
Masyarakat Progresif(Progressive Society)
1972
Masyarakat Adil(Fair Society)
1973
Masyarakat Berkebudayaan Malaysia(A Society with Malaysian Culture)
1974
Sains dan Teknologi Alat Perpaduan(Science and Technology as Tools of Unity)
1975
Masyarakat Berdikari(A Self-Reliant Society)
1976
Ketahanan Rakyat(Strength of the People)
1977
Bersatu Maju(United and Progresive)
1978
Kebudayaan Sendi Perpaduan(Culture is the Core of Unity)
1979
Bersatu Berdisplin(United and Disciplined)
1980
Berdisplin Berbakti(Discipline and Service)
1981
Berdisplin Berharmoni(Discipline and Harmony)
1982
Berdisplin Giat Maju(Discipline Creates Progress)
1983
Bersama Ke Arah Kemajuan(Together Towards Success)
1984
Amanah Asas Kejayaan(Honesty Brings Success)
1985
Nasionalisme Teras Perpaduan(Nationalism is the Core of Unity)
1986
Bangsa Tegas Negara Teguh(Steadfast Society, Strong Country)
1987
Setia Bersatu Berusaha Maju(Loyally United and Progressively Working)
1988
Bersatu(Unity)
1989
Bersatu(Unity)
1990
Berjaya(Success)
1991
Wawasan 2020(Vision 2020)
1992
Wawasan Asas Kemajuan(Vision is the Basis of Progress)
1993
Bersatu Menuju Wawasan(Together Towards Vision)
1994
Nilai Murni Jayakan Wawasan(Good Values Makes the Vision a Success)
1995
Jatidiri Pengerak Wawasan(Steadfastness Moves the Vision Forward)
1996
Budaya Penentu Kecapaian(Culture Determines Achievements )
1997
Akhlak Mulia Masyarakat Jaya(Good Values Make a Successful Society)
1998
Negara Kita, Tanggungjawab Kita(Our Country, Our Responsibility)
1999
Bersatu Ke Alaf Baru(Together Towards the New Millennium)
2000-2006
Keranamu: MALAYSIA(Because of you: MALAYSIA)
2007
Malaysiaku Gemilang(My Glorious Malaysia)
2008
Perpaduan Teras Kejayaan(Unity Is The Core of Success)
Take care and be well.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Once upon a time, a long long time ago . . .
Once upon a time, a long long time ago, I was a reporter in the mainstream media and ...
I had found out through my investigative journalism that many condominium projects are on unsafe and unstable slopes but were still approved.
I found out that Highland Tower's collapsed not due to weakness of it's own foundation but because an underground river was diverted due to a planned luxurious bungalow development plans on the slopes.
I found out that a certain unionist was actually named Adolf Hitler.
I found out that a certain minister who may well be our prime minister in the future was sleeping with an actress/singer.
I found out that another chief minister was sleeping around with young girls.
I found out that certain person did this or a certain person did that.
I found out that most of our politicians do drink.
I found out that most of my bosses were afraid to publish anything real and were happy to publish the bullshit because they feared another ban.
I found out many things, but were my sources lying, were they telling the truth, was there really this much corruption in the government, is there really a fourth floor, is some opposition politician really gay, is the royalty really immune, does anyone really care? I don't care and even if I did, could not do much about it then.
Now, I see a whole bunch of political blogger's writing about this and that and I wonder if they have the right information, are their sources telling the truth, what benefit is there to writing these sort of news? Many questions that I think back and then I realize that I just need to stop thinking or caring for all these.
I left journalism because I was so disillusioned.
After that, I actually literally became a coolie ... unloading containers of carpets and doing a brainless job that required no thinking, worrying or caring.
I remembered in US, I had thought being a dishwasher was fun because it required no thinking and I could calm my mind, my brains and my thoughts.
I became a coolie to do the same things. Unfortunately, the work was literally back breaking and I developed back problems which I suffer till today.
But I have no regrets leaving journalism in Malaysia because we do not have journalism in Malaysia, we only have reporters.
I have fond memories as a reporter but I will never go back to it, not in Malaysia and not anywhere else in the world.
I am happy where I have been and I am happy where I am and happy where I am going.
Take care and be well.
I had found out through my investigative journalism that many condominium projects are on unsafe and unstable slopes but were still approved.
I found out that Highland Tower's collapsed not due to weakness of it's own foundation but because an underground river was diverted due to a planned luxurious bungalow development plans on the slopes.
I found out that a certain unionist was actually named Adolf Hitler.
I found out that a certain minister who may well be our prime minister in the future was sleeping with an actress/singer.
I found out that another chief minister was sleeping around with young girls.
I found out that certain person did this or a certain person did that.
I found out that most of our politicians do drink.
I found out that most of my bosses were afraid to publish anything real and were happy to publish the bullshit because they feared another ban.
I found out many things, but were my sources lying, were they telling the truth, was there really this much corruption in the government, is there really a fourth floor, is some opposition politician really gay, is the royalty really immune, does anyone really care? I don't care and even if I did, could not do much about it then.
Now, I see a whole bunch of political blogger's writing about this and that and I wonder if they have the right information, are their sources telling the truth, what benefit is there to writing these sort of news? Many questions that I think back and then I realize that I just need to stop thinking or caring for all these.
I left journalism because I was so disillusioned.
After that, I actually literally became a coolie ... unloading containers of carpets and doing a brainless job that required no thinking, worrying or caring.
I remembered in US, I had thought being a dishwasher was fun because it required no thinking and I could calm my mind, my brains and my thoughts.
I became a coolie to do the same things. Unfortunately, the work was literally back breaking and I developed back problems which I suffer till today.
But I have no regrets leaving journalism in Malaysia because we do not have journalism in Malaysia, we only have reporters.
I have fond memories as a reporter but I will never go back to it, not in Malaysia and not anywhere else in the world.
I am happy where I have been and I am happy where I am and happy where I am going.
Take care and be well.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Patriotism
I am no longer a patriotic Malaysian.
I don't feel patriotism anymore.
I did.
I wanted to change.
I was idealistic.
I thought I could change.
Then I realised ....
While we are told Keranamu Malaysia,
The government follows Keranaku Malaysia.
I don't feel patriotism anymore.
I did.
I wanted to change.
I was idealistic.
I thought I could change.
Then I realised ....
While we are told Keranamu Malaysia,
The government follows Keranaku Malaysia.
Fly the flag, don't fly the flag, fly the flag upside down, burn the flag ... I just don't care for the moment.
Sing Negaraku or sing Negara kuku or don't sing at all.
I care for people - friends, family, love and life.
We are moving to a global society, we are all the same but yet here they are, our government of the people, shouting and yelling about Malay rights, Indian rights, Chinese rights, my rights.
Whatever happened to human rights.
Happy Independence Day.
Take care and be well.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
I will get by, I will get by, I will survive ....
Must be getting early, clocks are running late.
Paint my love a morning sky, it's all cold.
Dawn is breaking everywhere, light a candle, curse the glare
Draw the curtains I don't care, but it's alright
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.
I see you've got your list out, say your piece and kiss off.
Guess I get the gist of it, but it's alright
Oh well anyway, sorry that you feel that way.
Every silver linings got a touch of grey
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.
It's a lesson to me, the ablers and the beggars and the thieves
The abc's we all think of, try to win a little love.
I know the rent is in arrears, the dog has not been fed in years
It's even worse than it appears, but it's alright
Cow is giving kerosene, kid can't read at seventeen
The words he knows are all obscene, but it's alright
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.
Shoe is on the hand that fits, that's all there really is to it
Whistle through your teeth and spit, but it's alright
Oh well a touch of gray, kinda suits you anyway,
That's all I had to say, but it's alright
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.
It's a lesson to me, the devils and the East and the free
The abc's we all must face, try to save a little grace.
Take care and be well.
Paint my love a morning sky, it's all cold.
Dawn is breaking everywhere, light a candle, curse the glare
Draw the curtains I don't care, but it's alright
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.
I see you've got your list out, say your piece and kiss off.
Guess I get the gist of it, but it's alright
Oh well anyway, sorry that you feel that way.
Every silver linings got a touch of grey
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.
It's a lesson to me, the ablers and the beggars and the thieves
The abc's we all think of, try to win a little love.
I know the rent is in arrears, the dog has not been fed in years
It's even worse than it appears, but it's alright
Cow is giving kerosene, kid can't read at seventeen
The words he knows are all obscene, but it's alright
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.
Shoe is on the hand that fits, that's all there really is to it
Whistle through your teeth and spit, but it's alright
Oh well a touch of gray, kinda suits you anyway,
That's all I had to say, but it's alright
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.
It's a lesson to me, the devils and the East and the free
The abc's we all must face, try to save a little grace.
Take care and be well.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Keep smilin', keep shinin'
Having a horrible toothache that I have not had time to go see the dentist, my fault.
It seems okay during the daytime but the throbbing at night has become quite unbearable.
Then I hear this song and start thinking about a whole bunch of things.
. . . and for now, everything becomes numb.
. . .and I forget about the throbbing.
. . . is it my tooth or my heart or my brains.
. . . control the brains, numb the pain, mind over matter.
. . . keep smiling, keep shinning . . . for good times, and bad times . . . I'll be on your side forever more.
. . . Well then close your eyes and know, the words are comin' from my heart.
Take care and be well.
It seems okay during the daytime but the throbbing at night has become quite unbearable.
Then I hear this song and start thinking about a whole bunch of things.
. . . and for now, everything becomes numb.
. . .and I forget about the throbbing.
. . . is it my tooth or my heart or my brains.
. . . control the brains, numb the pain, mind over matter.
. . . keep smiling, keep shinning . . . for good times, and bad times . . . I'll be on your side forever more.
. . . Well then close your eyes and know, the words are comin' from my heart.
Take care and be well.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Just be grateful
Sometimes I feel people including me at times just need to be grateful of what we have.
Nothing wrong with hoping and wishing for more happiness, more wealth, more this and more that.
But be grateful for what happiness you have now, be grateful for now.
No dwelling in the past, keep dreaming and hoping of a great future but be happy and grateful for the now.
I am grateful for many things and being grateful is making me happier.
Take care and be well.
Nothing wrong with hoping and wishing for more happiness, more wealth, more this and more that.
But be grateful for what happiness you have now, be grateful for now.
No dwelling in the past, keep dreaming and hoping of a great future but be happy and grateful for the now.
I am grateful for many things and being grateful is making me happier.
Take care and be well.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Running with Albert Einstein
I really like this picture, it was taken by Klavinder in his mobile phone and posted in Mack's blog.The sky was beautiful and Al E and I were running around on the beach.
The silhouette of AL E and I is really nice with the sun rays coming through the clouds close to sunset.
Nice times with Al E, nice times with friends, nice time on what I call my beach cause it is not crowded and is as nice as Esplanade.Take care and be well.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Mmm Mmm Hmm Hmm Once There Was This Girl Who . . .
Just needed to talk to a friend, put some things in perspective, find out if she is happy.
Could not find a good time but decided to find some time today.
Wanted to go a place - happened to be closed.
So took a cat lover to KadZ (pronounced like Catz or Cats I guess).
In the end had a good talk with a good friend over nice drinks and crispy french fries.
Simple pleasures, talking, listening, life, friends ...
I feel it in the air . . .
Take care and be well.
Could not find a good time but decided to find some time today.
Wanted to go a place - happened to be closed.
So took a cat lover to KadZ (pronounced like Catz or Cats I guess).
In the end had a good talk with a good friend over nice drinks and crispy french fries.
Simple pleasures, talking, listening, life, friends ...
I feel it in the air . . .
Take care and be well.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Silence is Golden
Shall I keep silent and remain golden or not? Or be cool silver but eloquent?
Silence is golden but my heart still sees. (Originally it is my eyes still see, but since I see with my heart, I changed it to my heart still sees.)
Take care and be well.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Just another eerie Monday night
It was 10:30 at night. The week had just begun.
Dropped off my dad at airport in the morning. Dropped off Albert Einstein Baba at the kennel, usual Monday routine.
Coming back in evening, friends were all busy with their lives, so just me and Al E at home.
I was logged into both work and home computers and literally doing both work and replying personal email.
The tele was on with some Olympics which I was not really paying much attention to.
Most of the lights were off except for one.
The crickets were chirping away the hot stale air of the night.
The waves were crashing against the shore.
Every couple of seconds, a truck or car or a mosquito motorbike would pass by on Jalan Bakam in front of my shack.
Al E was sleeping by my feet after all the glory of scratching and biting my toes, jeans and feet.
Suddenly, the night became still and there was no sound to be heard in the darkness of the night.
Al E who was fast asleep just got up immediately as if something was amiss.
He run to the front door and starting barking away like all hell had broke loose.
Maybe because it is the hungry ghost month and just a few days pass the peak of it.
It was not the first time experiencing this but first time with Al E and his incessant barking.
I looked to the front door where Al E was barking and the feeling of uneasiness swept over me. Worse of all, I had yet to lock my front door.
I quickly went to the front door, locked the door, told Al E to be quiet and looked out through the window to see if anything was unusual but could not see a peep through the dark stale night air.
I told Al E to be quiet and follow me back to the comfort of the sofa.
Said my prayers and sought for divine protection against any evil or unwanted spirits.
Held my breath for what seemed an eternity and finally heard the cricket chirping, the waves crashing on the shore and a huge truck passing by.
A deep breath and a huge sigh of relief.
Take care and be well.
Dropped off my dad at airport in the morning. Dropped off Albert Einstein Baba at the kennel, usual Monday routine.
Coming back in evening, friends were all busy with their lives, so just me and Al E at home.
I was logged into both work and home computers and literally doing both work and replying personal email.
The tele was on with some Olympics which I was not really paying much attention to.
Most of the lights were off except for one.
The crickets were chirping away the hot stale air of the night.
The waves were crashing against the shore.
Every couple of seconds, a truck or car or a mosquito motorbike would pass by on Jalan Bakam in front of my shack.
Al E was sleeping by my feet after all the glory of scratching and biting my toes, jeans and feet.
Suddenly, the night became still and there was no sound to be heard in the darkness of the night.
Al E who was fast asleep just got up immediately as if something was amiss.
He run to the front door and starting barking away like all hell had broke loose.
Maybe because it is the hungry ghost month and just a few days pass the peak of it.
It was not the first time experiencing this but first time with Al E and his incessant barking.
I looked to the front door where Al E was barking and the feeling of uneasiness swept over me. Worse of all, I had yet to lock my front door.
I quickly went to the front door, locked the door, told Al E to be quiet and looked out through the window to see if anything was unusual but could not see a peep through the dark stale night air.
I told Al E to be quiet and follow me back to the comfort of the sofa.
Said my prayers and sought for divine protection against any evil or unwanted spirits.
Held my breath for what seemed an eternity and finally heard the cricket chirping, the waves crashing on the shore and a huge truck passing by.
A deep breath and a huge sigh of relief.
Take care and be well.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Happy Happy Joy Joy
Hello, boys and girls,
this is your old pal Stinky Wizzleteats.
This is a song about a whale-no!
This is a song about being happy.
That's right!
It's the Happy Happy Joy Joy song!
CHORUS
Happy happy joy joy
Happy happy joy joy
Happy happy joy joy
Happy happy joy joy
Happy happy joy joy
Happy happy joy joy
Happy happy joy joy joy
I don't think you're happy enough.
That's right! I'll teach you to be happy.
I'll teach your grandmother to suck eggs.
CHORUS
If you ain't the grandaddy of all liars.
The little critters of nature
they don't know that they're ugly.
That's very funny! A fly marrying a bumblebee.
I told you I'd shoot! But you didn't believe me.
Why didn't you believe me?
CHORUS
Happy happy happy happy
Happy happy happy happy
Happy happy joy joy joy
Ren or Stimpy, so fun.
Bu Bu searched the Internet and found out what melancholy means because he wasn't too sure.
Melancholy is pensive reflection or contemplation or thoughtful sadness.
How appropriate but all I am thinking of now is melon cholee :-P (ask Bu Bu if you don't get it.)
Happy is having the feeling arising from the consciousness of well-being or of enjoyment; enjoying good of any kind, as peace, tranquillity, comfort; contented.
Joy is the passion or emotion excited by the acquisition or expectation of good; pleasurable feelings or emotions caused by success, good fortune, and the like, or by a rational prospect of possessing what we love or desire; gladness; exhilaration of spirits; delight.
Take care and be well.
A lot of good things happenning ....
There are a lot of good things happening with my life. I can't even begin to start.
So, why is it that I am feeling melancholy?
Need to overcome this feeling of melancholy and feling of being so overwhelmed fast.
Take care and be well.
So, why is it that I am feeling melancholy?
Need to overcome this feeling of melancholy and feling of being so overwhelmed fast.
Take care and be well.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
When I go away
When I go away
I will miss
my beautiful wife, my soul mate
For every moment of our lives that we spent apart
Every minute of our cuddles and every kiss
Although sometimes I take her for granted when we are together.
I will miss
Al E
For everyday of my life that we spent apart
Because a day of my life is about 24 days in his life
Although our bond will be forever.
I will miss
Pappa
For all that he has taught me in life
Every lesson and each advice
Although sometimes it is a bitter pill to swallow.
I will miss
Muniandy
For all the stress relief stuff we do at work
For although he is young, he listens and appreciates
Although sometimes I may be a little to direct or harsh.
I will miss
Anjali
For all the chill out sessions where it is all about understanding
Listening, chatting and relaxing
Although sometimes nothing is said but everything is understood.
I will miss
Kuppu
Because despite his outward naivety, he is not
For all the good things that are in him
Although sometimes he struggles to get his point across but I still understand.
I will miss
Ah Boon
Because he has been a buddy since day one
For all his intelligence of various topics
Although I know our friendship will be as is.
I will miss
Ah Mei
Because she has been among my closest ally
And all the support and and company she has provided for dinner
Although at times I feel that she should chill out and enjoy life more.
I will miss
Datok
Because of all the interesting conversations we have
And all the times we can discuss serious stuff
Although we are years apart, we are sometimes so synchronised.
I will miss
my chancellor boss
Because of all the challenges he has thrown at me
And all the trust that he has put in me to deliver
Although at times he is direct, but it is always just work.
I will miss a lot of people when / if I go away. I will miss Yani and Chandran, I will miss all the other people that have touched my life.
I already miss a lot of friends like JD in South Africa, all DHL buddies in Singapore and KL who have been great, some of my University friends in Wisconsin, Mike in Middle East, S&M in Austria and my sisters-in-law and mother-in-law.
Everybody are going to be still around, and everything may still very well be the same when we meet again and so on and so forth . . . but I will miss these people more than I will miss things, more than I will miss dungaboy, more than I will miss Bangsar home, more than I will miss sunsets by the sea at Luak Bay, more than I will miss my home in Luak.
I do not know when I will go away, but it will happen.
Take care and be well.
I will miss
my beautiful wife, my soul mate
For every moment of our lives that we spent apart
Every minute of our cuddles and every kiss
Although sometimes I take her for granted when we are together.
I will miss
Al E
For everyday of my life that we spent apart
Because a day of my life is about 24 days in his life
Although our bond will be forever.
I will miss
Pappa
For all that he has taught me in life
Every lesson and each advice
Although sometimes it is a bitter pill to swallow.
I will miss
Muniandy
For all the stress relief stuff we do at work
For although he is young, he listens and appreciates
Although sometimes I may be a little to direct or harsh.
I will miss
Anjali
For all the chill out sessions where it is all about understanding
Listening, chatting and relaxing
Although sometimes nothing is said but everything is understood.
I will miss
Kuppu
Because despite his outward naivety, he is not
For all the good things that are in him
Although sometimes he struggles to get his point across but I still understand.
I will miss
Ah Boon
Because he has been a buddy since day one
For all his intelligence of various topics
Although I know our friendship will be as is.
I will miss
Ah Mei
Because she has been among my closest ally
And all the support and and company she has provided for dinner
Although at times I feel that she should chill out and enjoy life more.
I will miss
Datok
Because of all the interesting conversations we have
And all the times we can discuss serious stuff
Although we are years apart, we are sometimes so synchronised.
I will miss
my chancellor boss
Because of all the challenges he has thrown at me
And all the trust that he has put in me to deliver
Although at times he is direct, but it is always just work.
I will miss a lot of people when / if I go away. I will miss Yani and Chandran, I will miss all the other people that have touched my life.
I already miss a lot of friends like JD in South Africa, all DHL buddies in Singapore and KL who have been great, some of my University friends in Wisconsin, Mike in Middle East, S&M in Austria and my sisters-in-law and mother-in-law.
Everybody are going to be still around, and everything may still very well be the same when we meet again and so on and so forth . . . but I will miss these people more than I will miss things, more than I will miss dungaboy, more than I will miss Bangsar home, more than I will miss sunsets by the sea at Luak Bay, more than I will miss my home in Luak.
I do not know when I will go away, but it will happen.
Take care and be well.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Sy sit n huppel in my knuppel
I really do not know what that means but it is in Afrikaans and like my South African friends have told me, they do have quite a bit of funny sayings.
A few I know are like Pomp Bliksem Pomp, Volkaak and A pess sonder und poop ....(do not know how to finish that but the meaning for it is "To piss without farting is like to dance without music).
Why am I writing about South Africa or Afrikaans?
A few I know are like Pomp Bliksem Pomp, Volkaak and A pess sonder und poop ....(do not know how to finish that but the meaning for it is "To piss without farting is like to dance without music).
Why am I writing about South Africa or Afrikaans?
Jy ruk nou die dam onder die eend uit.
We have these great friends from South Africa "JD" and their small five. They just got a laptop at home and Internet connected at home ... so therefore this blog.
We miss them a lot and ek is lief vir jou - I am not sure if that is meant for friends or lovers but well we love them.
At least now we are more connected through the Internet and hopefully they will read and comment on my blogs.
Below a Lucky Dube song Back to my Roots. Lucky was shot death in South Africa on a car jacking attempt just a few months ago. Lucky was a famous South African reggae artist.
Take care and be well.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Butterfly
Most of us I think have read the following butterfly story in one form or the other. But just thought I would share cause I am also trying to make some point in these sort of things.
A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it had and it could go no further.
Then the man decided to help the butterfly, so he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings. The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.
Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.
What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were God's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.
Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If God allowed us to go through our life without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been. And we could never fly.
I guess it does not always pay to be overly helpful and sometimes butterflies and people need to struggle to be strong.
My wife has some friends who are avid butterfly collectors, it's a huge hobby of theirs and they take holidays including to Malaysia to catch and collect butterflies.
I am more of a appreciator of butterflies in their natural form. I just love the beauty of a butterfly.
Sometimes, I wonder.
Should we let the cocoon be and struggle and become strong or do we help it in its struggle?
Do we keep and catch butterflies or set it free to flutter around in its life?
It's a bittersweet symphony, sad and happy at the same time . . . a conundrum that either way ends up bittersweet.
Take care and be well.
A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it had and it could go no further.
Then the man decided to help the butterfly, so he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings. The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.
Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.
What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were God's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.
Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If God allowed us to go through our life without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been. And we could never fly.
I guess it does not always pay to be overly helpful and sometimes butterflies and people need to struggle to be strong.
My wife has some friends who are avid butterfly collectors, it's a huge hobby of theirs and they take holidays including to Malaysia to catch and collect butterflies.
I am more of a appreciator of butterflies in their natural form. I just love the beauty of a butterfly.
Sometimes, I wonder.
Should we let the cocoon be and struggle and become strong or do we help it in its struggle?
Do we keep and catch butterflies or set it free to flutter around in its life?
It's a bittersweet symphony, sad and happy at the same time . . . a conundrum that either way ends up bittersweet.
Take care and be well.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Meningococcal Meningitis Mencevax Acwy
She sells sea shells by the sea shore.The shells she sells are surely seashells.So if she sells shells on the seashore,I'm sure she sells seashore shells.
A big black bug bit a big black bear,made the big black bear bleed blood.
How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?He would chuck, he would, as much as he could,and chuck as much wood as a woodchuck would if a woodchuck could chuck wood.
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.Did Peter Piper pick a peck of pickled peppers?If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?
Betty Botter had some butter,"But," she said, "this butter's bitter.If I bake this bitter butter,it would make my batter bitter.But a bit of better butter--that would make my batter better."So she bought a bit of butter,better than her bitter butter,and she baked it in her batter,and the batter was not bitter.So 'twas better Betty Botterbought a bit of better butter.
All tongue twisters above. Just like the Meningococcal Meningitis Mencevax Acwy immunisation jab I just had this afternoon.
Supposed to have no major side effects except in extremely rare case, a person may get headache, fever, fatigue, ....
I guess I am a rare case, feeling headache and feverish. Already was fatigued, so I won't credit that to the tongue twister immunisation.
Take care and be well.
A big black bug bit a big black bear,made the big black bear bleed blood.
How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?He would chuck, he would, as much as he could,and chuck as much wood as a woodchuck would if a woodchuck could chuck wood.
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.Did Peter Piper pick a peck of pickled peppers?If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?
Betty Botter had some butter,"But," she said, "this butter's bitter.If I bake this bitter butter,it would make my batter bitter.But a bit of better butter--that would make my batter better."So she bought a bit of butter,better than her bitter butter,and she baked it in her batter,and the batter was not bitter.So 'twas better Betty Botterbought a bit of better butter.
All tongue twisters above. Just like the Meningococcal Meningitis Mencevax Acwy immunisation jab I just had this afternoon.
Supposed to have no major side effects except in extremely rare case, a person may get headache, fever, fatigue, ....
I guess I am a rare case, feeling headache and feverish. Already was fatigued, so I won't credit that to the tongue twister immunisation.
Take care and be well.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
What is most important in my life
Yesterday, went for this proactive intervention culture workshop which is part of the company culture on health, safety, security and environment.
During the session, there was one question during the ice-breaker, "List 3 things that are most important to you?"
Many people put things like Happiness, Wisdom, Money, Wealth, Health etc. which is important to me as well but . . .
I put four things :
1. Wife
2. My Boy
3. Dad
4. Friends
Not necessarily in that order and sometimes I do take things for granted, but nevertheless, these are the people that are important to me and without them I will not have Happiness, Wisdom, Money, Wealth, Health etc
I will have to treat them always with respect, with honor, with my full attention, carefully and with my full heart.
Take care and be well.
During the session, there was one question during the ice-breaker, "List 3 things that are most important to you?"
Many people put things like Happiness, Wisdom, Money, Wealth, Health etc. which is important to me as well but . . .
I put four things :
1. Wife
2. My Boy
3. Dad
4. Friends
Not necessarily in that order and sometimes I do take things for granted, but nevertheless, these are the people that are important to me and without them I will not have Happiness, Wisdom, Money, Wealth, Health etc
I will have to treat them always with respect, with honor, with my full attention, carefully and with my full heart.
Take care and be well.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Near miss
I had a near miss ... fell asleep on the wheel, winked for too long. Thankfully I am driving a 4WD and thank God.
Can't continue this, life is to precious.
Need rest and clear my mind.
Take care and be well.
Can't continue this, life is to precious.
Need rest and clear my mind.
Take care and be well.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Sorry
I'm starting to learn more and more about responsibility
And I realize that everything I do is affecting the people around me
I'd like to take this time to apologize to things I have done,
and things that haven't occurred yet.
I'm sorry for the times that I left you home
I was on the road and you were alone
I'm sorry for the times that I had to go
I'm sorry for the fact that I did not know
That you were sitting home just wishing we
Could go back to when it was just you and me
I'm sorry for the times I would neglect
I'm sorry for the times I disrespect
I'm sorry for the wrong things that I've done
Sorry ... everyone especially those who mean a lot to me in my life. Please find some space in your heart to forgive me.
Something is eating everyone lately, and I guess something is eating me too.
Sorry
Is all that you can't say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like sorry like sorry
Forgive me
Is all that you can't say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like forgive me forgive me
Take care and be well.
And I realize that everything I do is affecting the people around me
I'd like to take this time to apologize to things I have done,
and things that haven't occurred yet.
I'm sorry for the times that I left you home
I was on the road and you were alone
I'm sorry for the times that I had to go
I'm sorry for the fact that I did not know
That you were sitting home just wishing we
Could go back to when it was just you and me
I'm sorry for the times I would neglect
I'm sorry for the times I disrespect
I'm sorry for the wrong things that I've done
Sorry ... everyone especially those who mean a lot to me in my life. Please find some space in your heart to forgive me.
Something is eating everyone lately, and I guess something is eating me too.
Sorry
Is all that you can't say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like sorry like sorry
Forgive me
Is all that you can't say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like forgive me forgive me
Take care and be well.
Angel in the centrefold
This song was in my head all Friday afternoon after lunch. Mainly because it is funny, it was playing on the radio on the way back from lunch and instantaniously, all four of us thought about the angel we know .... sheesh .... then trying to get the image out of our heads.
Take care and be well.
Take care and be well.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Sunday Morning
Got up early in the morning as usual, around 7am. The downstairs alarm went off.
Dad was washing the car, Al E was whining. Fed Al E, then made tea and had breakfast with dad.
Wanted to go Brunei but decided to take it easy today, rest and relax, catch up on some rest which has been lacking.
So, the father and son will just rest on a Sunday and not go seek any holy ghosts. Dad did some gardening, his favorite pastime but just a little, he is tired.
Gave Al E a nice bath and now he is sleeping by dad's feet. After a lot of excitement and biting last night, Al E has been particularly a good boy today. He is clean, smells great and chilling out with us.
Maybe go out for a drive later, take Al E along.
In the meantime, a song from even before I was born ... I am the oldest among my group of friends, so, while I have heard of this band and their songs, I doubt anyone in the circle would have. But then again the walking jukebox Anjali Mack likely does know this song or at least the band.
Velvet Underground's Sunday Morning.
Take care and be well.
Dad was washing the car, Al E was whining. Fed Al E, then made tea and had breakfast with dad.
Wanted to go Brunei but decided to take it easy today, rest and relax, catch up on some rest which has been lacking.
So, the father and son will just rest on a Sunday and not go seek any holy ghosts. Dad did some gardening, his favorite pastime but just a little, he is tired.
Gave Al E a nice bath and now he is sleeping by dad's feet. After a lot of excitement and biting last night, Al E has been particularly a good boy today. He is clean, smells great and chilling out with us.
Maybe go out for a drive later, take Al E along.
In the meantime, a song from even before I was born ... I am the oldest among my group of friends, so, while I have heard of this band and their songs, I doubt anyone in the circle would have. But then again the walking jukebox Anjali Mack likely does know this song or at least the band.
Velvet Underground's Sunday Morning.
Take care and be well.
Only You
I was thinking of this song and it just could not think of it in my head. I only knew many many years back, Yazoo had sang it and after that someone else had sung it as well.
I also remembered that I like the original version of Only You. Here, I attached 4 different versions, one from Yazoo which was sang in 1982, then from Flying Pickets who re-did the song in 1983, then from Alison Moyet who broke with Yazoo and went on a solo career who sang this version in 1996 and the final one from German DJ Jan Wayne who remixed his version in 2002.
I personally like the Yazoo version the best. What say you?
Yazoo (Vince Clarke and Alison Moyet)
Flying Pickets (Brian Hibbard, Ken Gregson, David Brett, Red Stripe, Rick Lloyd, Gareth Williams)
Alison Moyet (solo)
Jan Wayne
Take care and be well.
I also remembered that I like the original version of Only You. Here, I attached 4 different versions, one from Yazoo which was sang in 1982, then from Flying Pickets who re-did the song in 1983, then from Alison Moyet who broke with Yazoo and went on a solo career who sang this version in 1996 and the final one from German DJ Jan Wayne who remixed his version in 2002.
I personally like the Yazoo version the best. What say you?
Yazoo (Vince Clarke and Alison Moyet)
Flying Pickets (Brian Hibbard, Ken Gregson, David Brett, Red Stripe, Rick Lloyd, Gareth Williams)
Alison Moyet (solo)
Jan Wayne
Take care and be well.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Small Town Saturday Night
Ok, I usually do not listen to country songs, but every now and then, it's nice.
Few of my friends, particularly Anjali, Chandran, Kuppusamy and a new friend Klavidas came over to the beach pad and had typical Gujarati food.
Dad and I made Thaepla, Undhiyu, Peas Pulao, Papad and Khaman Dhokla. The only western food was the salad.
And the evening ended with us watching Poseidon on the tube and sipping on Gujarati Cha.
Cooking Gujarati food can be a little tiring and dad was a little tired, so it was a great help that the buddies cleared and washed up.
In the middle of the meal, we also had a blackout for maybe 45 minutes or so. Apparently it was a state wide blackout, but I am not too sure.
Before dinner, the buddies went to the beach for sunset and some Frisbee passing. Al E and I went out for some running around.
Small Town Saturday Night - after a heavy Friday night - it's nice to chill out and relax by the beach pad on a Saturday night in a relatively small town.
Take care and be well.
Few of my friends, particularly Anjali, Chandran, Kuppusamy and a new friend Klavidas came over to the beach pad and had typical Gujarati food.
Dad and I made Thaepla, Undhiyu, Peas Pulao, Papad and Khaman Dhokla. The only western food was the salad.
And the evening ended with us watching Poseidon on the tube and sipping on Gujarati Cha.
Cooking Gujarati food can be a little tiring and dad was a little tired, so it was a great help that the buddies cleared and washed up.
In the middle of the meal, we also had a blackout for maybe 45 minutes or so. Apparently it was a state wide blackout, but I am not too sure.
Before dinner, the buddies went to the beach for sunset and some Frisbee passing. Al E and I went out for some running around.
Small Town Saturday Night - after a heavy Friday night - it's nice to chill out and relax by the beach pad on a Saturday night in a relatively small town.
Take care and be well.
Friday, August 8, 2008
Love is where you are
I used to walk between the shadows
Lost in a world that grew too fast
I was afraid I’d always be alone
Then I saw your face at last
I found my way even in the dark there were times it seemed too far
I knew if I listen to my heart I found that love is where you are
I close my eyes and see tomorrow
My dreams begin and end with you
I hear you say you’d be there, always be there
I must believe it’s true
I found my way even in the dark there were times it seemed too far
I knew if I listen to my heart I found that love is where you are
Love is where you are and anywhere you are
Is where I want to be
No matter what will happen
No matter where I go
Your arms are hope to me
I found my way even in the dark there were times it seemed too far
Somehow I knew even at first sight
That love is anywhere you are
Love is where you are
Love is where you are
Take care and be well.
The education of Kuppusamy Butterfly
The education of Kuppusamy Butterfly starts with a humble beginning.
Very much like The Education of Little Tree.
In The Education of Little Tree. the plot is about the fictional memoirs of Forrest "Little Tree" Carter begins in the late 1930s as the protagonist is given over into the care of his Cherokee grandparents, at the age of five years. The book was originally to be called "Me and Grandpa," according to the book's introduction. The story centers on a clever child's relationship with his Scottish-Cherokee grandfather, a man named Wales (an overlap with Carter's other fiction).The boy's "Indian thinking" 'Granpa' and Cherokee 'Granma' call him 'Little Tree' and teach him about nature, farming, whiskey makin', mountain life, society, love and spirit by a combination of gentle guidance and encouragement of independent experience.
The story takes place during the fifth and sixth years of the boy's life, as he comes to know his new home in a remote mountain hollow. Granpa runs a small whiskey operation during Prohibition, the Wall Street Crash of 1929 and the Great Depression. The grandparents and visitors to the hollow expose Little Tree to supposed Cherokee ways and "mountain people" values. Encounters with outsiders, including "the law", "politicians," "guv'mint," city "slickers," and "Christians" of various types add to Little Tree's lessons, each phrased and repeated in catchy ways. (One of the syntactic devices the book uses frequently is to end paragraphs with short statements of opinion starting with the word 'which,' such as "Which is reasonable.")
The state eventually forces Little Tree into an orphanage, where he stays for a few months. At the orphanage, Little Tree suffers from the prejudice and ignorance of the orphanage caretakers toward Indians and the natural world. Little Tree is rescued by an old Indian friend who intimidates the Reverend in charge into allowing Little Tree's release.
The education of Kuppusamy Butterfly on the other hand starts in Miri. Kuppu is much smarter than his looks but still young and sometimes blur , reminds me of my old friend in DHL whom we had nicknamed Blur Blur. I know I am contradicting myself but if you know Kuppu, you know what I am saying.
The good thing going for him is that he is genuinely a good person with a good heart, blur sometimes, and therefore, may unwittingly do something that hurts his friends especially Anjali.
We, as in Anjali Mack and myself and hopefully with some help from others, have a plan to make Kuppu Kuppu from a Kepompong to a butterfly.
Just like Little Tree in the story/documentary, we plan to teach him about nature, farming, whiskey makin' (well drinking anyways and maybe some Tuak making), mountain life, society, love and spirit by a combination of gentle guidance and encouragement of independent experience.
Coming from the big city but not being exposed to the evils of the big city, Kuppu is rather Innocent. However, with his camaraderie with us, Anjali Mack has exposed him to nature through hikes on Canada Hill, visits to Lambir and Mulu and farming (well fishing maybe) over the Gawai holidays. I guess that covers the mountain life part as well.
We have also been teaching him to drink various types of "Tea" like Long Island Iced Tea; Scottish Chinese Tea ... :-)
We do not want him to become an alcoholic but want him to experience different drinks, relax, loosen up, do something different, get drunk so he knows what it feels like, be exposed to different types of drinks like wine, whiskey, tequila, vodka, champagne, rum etc.
Just like little tree we want him to experience society, love and spirit and how more to experience this other than to mix with society, different types of people with different experiences and exposure in their lives.
And you know what, the best part is, I think he is quite open to these experiences, quite willing to try things out, and therefore, quite a good student. However, there is more to being willing. He must be firm, confident, assertive and therefore, not accommodating all the time. At the same time he must be gentle, polite, charming, well mannered gentleman.
Our plan is to expose Kuppu to foreign movies, artsy fartsy movies, life, drinking, dancing, being a man and so on and so forth.
Hmm, a male version of My Fair Lady / Pygmalion. "The rain in Miri falls mainly in Luak Bay"
There is so much more I can blog about Kuppusamy but then again, most people who read this blog, already know him too well.
The education of Kuppusamy Butterfly - oh Anjali and I will be so proup when this boy becomes a butterfly. However, after all this effort he still thinks that getting a butterfly tattoo at the back, on his lower waist, up his arse is cool, then we would have failed.
Take care and be well.
Just lost a blog ...
I just lost a blog ... it disappeared, vanished.
I published it but it is not there.
Sigh. Maybe I will find it.
Take care and be well.
I published it but it is not there.
Sigh. Maybe I will find it.
Take care and be well.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Need an acronym for Indian friends
I had an acronym for Muniandy, Anjali, Chandran and Kuppusamy (MACK) earlier. Now the group has expanded and we need a new acronym.
The names are as below. I would not mind an acronym that uses more vowels as we are limited below.
Muniandy = tamil jain follower = Andy/Bu Bu
Anjali = offering = Angie/Mack
Chandran = full moon = KC
Kuppusamy = religious butterfly :-P = Yip/Butterfly
Lingam = based on phallic symbol = Lai
Adishree = exalted = Ad
Nathan = dance = Jo Chin
Yamini = night = Mulyani
Rohan = red something = Tom
Zamindar = landlord/land owner = Zul
and me
Nilesh = blue god/Krishna
MACKRoNi NALiYa could be interesting because Naliya is a place in Gujarat, India which is in my dad's home state.
So it could be a spicy macaroni from this place in India.
But then again, I am still open to suggestions.
Take care and be well.
The names are as below. I would not mind an acronym that uses more vowels as we are limited below.
Muniandy = tamil jain follower = Andy/Bu Bu
Anjali = offering = Angie/Mack
Chandran = full moon = KC
Kuppusamy = religious butterfly :-P = Yip/Butterfly
Lingam = based on phallic symbol = Lai
Adishree = exalted = Ad
Nathan = dance = Jo Chin
Yamini = night = Mulyani
Rohan = red something = Tom
Zamindar = landlord/land owner = Zul
and me
Nilesh = blue god/Krishna
MACKRoNi NALiYa could be interesting because Naliya is a place in Gujarat, India which is in my dad's home state.
So it could be a spicy macaroni from this place in India.
But then again, I am still open to suggestions.
Take care and be well.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Buddha's Lost Children
I watched this movie recently called Buddha's Lost Children, at first I was a little disturbed but it is truly a good movie. It's a story of compassion and tough love.
Thai boxer-turned Buddhist monk who travels in the rugged region of Thailand's Golden Triangle to aid children in need.
Why am I blogging about movies? Well, it's fast and I want to blog about few movies that I have seen that are good.
It is also my hope that my friends, especially the ones with newly given Indian names, would also watch or have watched these movies and be inspired by it. There are a bunch of movies I want to write about but mostly they would be movies that are a little obscure or even foreign flicks. Again mainly because a lot of people would have watched movies like Gandhi or Gladiator and it is no additional information if I share these. But I will blog about English language flicks like Fur as well as Mr Magorium's Wonder Emporium which many may not have watched.
A little more information of the movie from the official website as well as below from the blog.
http://www.buddhaslostchildren.com/BLCtrailer.htm
A little background on the production: the film took 3 years to produce, a good part of that time spent on getting to know Phra Khru Bah Neua Chai Kositto and his unique community. This was essential in order to build the necessary trust to achieve an intimate one-on-one relationship with each of the characters. Filming was spread out over a period of a year in 4 shooting sessions so as to be able to cover some development in the two boys who are the main characters in the film.
As far as the editing process went, the biggest challenge was trying to find the right balance in the film between Khru Bah and the boys. While Khru Bah is a fascinating character with fascinating past, it was important to me that the film not focus on his life story but on his work with the boys - I was looking to capture the way he works, the techniques he uses and concentrate on the transformation of the boys themselves. There lay for me a story with universal relevance. You don't need to be interested in Buddhism or the cultures of South East Asia to get something out of how he's able to give these young boys a basic sense of direction, a set of life skills, and self-confidence born out of being part of a caring, giving community. Using his own special brand of 'tough love', Khru Bah is teaching them in fact, not to think of themselves as victims but take control and be responsible for their own lives. It’s beautiful to watch even the youngest rise to the challenge. In Khru Bah's opinion, the only way to change the world is to change the way we bring up our children.
The film was released in September 2006 in the Netherlands, where it has enjoyed a six month theatrical run and much public response. You always hope a film you make will have an impact outside the theater or TV screening and often that is impossible to measure. So it has been particularly rewarding to see how this film has moved so many to do so much. From the outset the intention was to raise funds to support the work at the monastery – and the response so far has been terrific. At the end of June I’ll return with the film’s executive producer, Pim van Collem, to begin preparations for the building of a new temple school. The next project is to look at building a village school outside the monastery to cater for girls as well as boys.In addition, the film is being used as a catalyst for discussions on all kinds of problems facing young people here in Holland - the same problems facing young people in many other places in the industrialised world.
As far as I'm concerned, this is not a religious film or even a film about religion, it is however intended as an examination of the workings of compassion and the effects that can have on a group of young boys growing up in a marginalized society. For me, Khru Bah's work and example raise important questions on the role of traditional wisdom in a modern materialistic world, on the approach and effectiveness of western aid programs and the value of 'tough love' in bringing up kids... but these are just the ramblings of a filmmaker - let me know what you think!
Take care and be well.
Thai boxer-turned Buddhist monk who travels in the rugged region of Thailand's Golden Triangle to aid children in need.
Why am I blogging about movies? Well, it's fast and I want to blog about few movies that I have seen that are good.
It is also my hope that my friends, especially the ones with newly given Indian names, would also watch or have watched these movies and be inspired by it. There are a bunch of movies I want to write about but mostly they would be movies that are a little obscure or even foreign flicks. Again mainly because a lot of people would have watched movies like Gandhi or Gladiator and it is no additional information if I share these. But I will blog about English language flicks like Fur as well as Mr Magorium's Wonder Emporium which many may not have watched.
A little more information of the movie from the official website as well as below from the blog.
http://www.buddhaslostchildren.com/BLCtrailer.htm
A little background on the production: the film took 3 years to produce, a good part of that time spent on getting to know Phra Khru Bah Neua Chai Kositto and his unique community. This was essential in order to build the necessary trust to achieve an intimate one-on-one relationship with each of the characters. Filming was spread out over a period of a year in 4 shooting sessions so as to be able to cover some development in the two boys who are the main characters in the film.
As far as the editing process went, the biggest challenge was trying to find the right balance in the film between Khru Bah and the boys. While Khru Bah is a fascinating character with fascinating past, it was important to me that the film not focus on his life story but on his work with the boys - I was looking to capture the way he works, the techniques he uses and concentrate on the transformation of the boys themselves. There lay for me a story with universal relevance. You don't need to be interested in Buddhism or the cultures of South East Asia to get something out of how he's able to give these young boys a basic sense of direction, a set of life skills, and self-confidence born out of being part of a caring, giving community. Using his own special brand of 'tough love', Khru Bah is teaching them in fact, not to think of themselves as victims but take control and be responsible for their own lives. It’s beautiful to watch even the youngest rise to the challenge. In Khru Bah's opinion, the only way to change the world is to change the way we bring up our children.
The film was released in September 2006 in the Netherlands, where it has enjoyed a six month theatrical run and much public response. You always hope a film you make will have an impact outside the theater or TV screening and often that is impossible to measure. So it has been particularly rewarding to see how this film has moved so many to do so much. From the outset the intention was to raise funds to support the work at the monastery – and the response so far has been terrific. At the end of June I’ll return with the film’s executive producer, Pim van Collem, to begin preparations for the building of a new temple school. The next project is to look at building a village school outside the monastery to cater for girls as well as boys.In addition, the film is being used as a catalyst for discussions on all kinds of problems facing young people here in Holland - the same problems facing young people in many other places in the industrialised world.
As far as I'm concerned, this is not a religious film or even a film about religion, it is however intended as an examination of the workings of compassion and the effects that can have on a group of young boys growing up in a marginalized society. For me, Khru Bah's work and example raise important questions on the role of traditional wisdom in a modern materialistic world, on the approach and effectiveness of western aid programs and the value of 'tough love' in bringing up kids... but these are just the ramblings of a filmmaker - let me know what you think!
Take care and be well.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
5th of August already
Nothing special about August 5, but time really flies.
I am supposed to blog about Kuppusamy but have not done so yet ... mainly because it requires a little more construction than this current blog.
I have been here (here as in Miri, Sarawak) for 10 months already ... and in 10 months there are lots of ups and downs, lots of laughter and some tears, lots of talking and chatting and sometimes just quiet times.
In 10 months here, my dad is finally visiting me - coincidentally on 8.8.8 and coincidentally the same day as Mack's buddy and coincidentally on the 1st day Beijing Olympics.
Apart from wifey, nobody else has visited yet, many have promised to come but none have come yet. I do hope that they do visit me while I am still here, mainly so that I can show them a good time. I think if they were to come to Miri on their own, they may not have a great impression of Sarawak.
But Sarawak has its charms.
There is another friend coming for a weekend and then wifey comes and thereafter we are away to Nile.
When I return from my holidays, I would have been here for 1 year.
There are days I truly enjoy it and there are days I am truly sad and melancholy.
But I am contented with some things ... there is room for improvement in some things, but that will come. Life is all about change and accepting change.
Take care and be well.
I am supposed to blog about Kuppusamy but have not done so yet ... mainly because it requires a little more construction than this current blog.
I have been here (here as in Miri, Sarawak) for 10 months already ... and in 10 months there are lots of ups and downs, lots of laughter and some tears, lots of talking and chatting and sometimes just quiet times.
In 10 months here, my dad is finally visiting me - coincidentally on 8.8.8 and coincidentally the same day as Mack's buddy and coincidentally on the 1st day Beijing Olympics.
Apart from wifey, nobody else has visited yet, many have promised to come but none have come yet. I do hope that they do visit me while I am still here, mainly so that I can show them a good time. I think if they were to come to Miri on their own, they may not have a great impression of Sarawak.
But Sarawak has its charms.
There is another friend coming for a weekend and then wifey comes and thereafter we are away to Nile.
When I return from my holidays, I would have been here for 1 year.
There are days I truly enjoy it and there are days I am truly sad and melancholy.
But I am contented with some things ... there is room for improvement in some things, but that will come. Life is all about change and accepting change.
Take care and be well.
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