disappearance

The candle lights the workstation as the old wizard scribbles on his notes. A light knock on his door.
"Come in."
" So, is my old friend ready?"
"Yeah. Whatever"
"Typical"
His friend took a chalk and drew on the ground. The wizard finishes his final sentence and looks around again.
The time has come and the old wizard stands in the drawn circle. He has a final smirk in his smile.
"I'll see you again."
The friend spoke in an unknown language and a blinding light engulfed the wizard. The wizard was now gone.

One Word: Frog

The frog leaped into the pond where the lovers were. They talked about this before. The girl unknowingly was surprised when the boy dropped to his knees and proposed.

Dragon Age : Origins

Just to drop by and talk about this video that I had encountered about a new game. I'm a bit behind on the new ones, but I just love this video. It's awesome. "viewer discretion advised, as it contains violent dragon-killing scenes"

more info on www.dragonage.com

One Word: Arrow

The arrow pierced his armor and into his heart. The world stood still at the time. It was not his physical heart that was bruised as much as it was his soul. The situation and the war, the loss of his beloved, the loss of his treasures are just the omen of a new one to come.

The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho

Having read the book "The Alchemist" I was reminded of the greatness of God. It was a gentle reminder also of looking for my dream and a great motivation in pursuing it. I admit, I had lost passion easily in all the things that I do, and now I seek it anew.

It was not a revival of hearts, but rather a soft push in the right direction that was needed.

Once again, the time to move is now. The tide is at hand, and the game is afoot ;-)

And to pursue it, I must.

OneWord: Microphone

The microphone losts its connection to the speaker. The blonde singer was shocked, no longer able to project her voice. The crowds were agitated. Then, in a just a moment, the lights were out and an unworldly shriek was heard. She was no more..

Moving on...

The young man looked at his empty pair of hands again. He sighed. He was depressed. Sadden by the state of things. It was too much. His mind ratted on...

"Stand Up! Move On! God is with you.." the voices in his mind and those of his friends kept him awake. People were walking about him. To and fro.Some stopped by to ask, to help. Some looked at him and walked on.

Sitting on the curb and feeling like your lost in the crowd. He thought again. And thought some more. He had a faint smile, probably a snigger at his thoughts. It was a mocking smile. He looked up, and he got up from his seat.

"Moving on eh?" asked his mind.

"Could you?" his heart responded.

He took the next step. Heavy and reluctant as it was. But things will now never be the same again. And he has to accept that. Losing something so close to his heart.....something he had to accept, no matter how hard it was.

OneWord: Orchid

The purple orchid was one of its kind. Green stems and purple petals adorned its stature. These were the prized possessions of the weird man. The one who keeps himself locked in his laboratory with all these purple orchids. None of it seemed to be found at wild or at captivity. Something is truly wrong with the picture.

Her

Her smiles are starting to hurt me deep on the inside. I can no longer see those eyes and hear those laughter. I can no longer be in places that were once memorable. And pain is such a constant companion. One that lingers on even when there is none left to feel. Is there not a sliver of hope? Is there not an ounce of trust?

Woe unto me, for I have been discouraged. Woe unto me for I have lost focus on that which I hold dear. Is there not a bond left that is worth more than what I ask for? Could I not be satisfied?

But the pain is ever present. The distant is not merely physical, for it has been emotional too.

Is it all lost in the winds? Is all left in the hands of Fate?

Can I not move on?

I guess, I am just afraid. Fearful that with each step forward, she would no longer smile. With each step, I would lose all thought of her smile, all hope for a friend, all understanding or memory of her. And yet, it became even harder, when she no longer extend her hands, no matter how callous it is...

One Word: Chase

Police stormed through the streets giving chase to the elusive thief. The phantom figure weaved through the crowd, down into a tunnel and escaped beyond the reach of the arms of the law.

One Word: Balm

The soothing balm could not heal her wounds. Tears roll down her cheeks as she stood there for a long time. Astounded and hurt deep withing the recesses of her heart. How could he? And yet he did...

One Word: Mercury

Mercury flowed from the broken thermometer to the end of the table. The lifeless fingers at the other end. The deed is done. The villian is loose. The game is afoot. The mystery is now on.

p/s: this is after a long post. More oneword and posts to come ;-)

Of First Importance

The God of the Gospel

“The gospel shows us that God is far more holy and absolute than the moralists’ god, because he could not be satisfied by our moral efforts, even the best! On the other hand, the gospel shows us that God is far mare loving and gracious than the relativists’ god. They say that God (if he exists) just loves everyone no matter what they do. The true God of the gospel had to suffer and die to save us, while the god of the relativist pays no price to love us.”

- Timothy Keller, “Being the Church in Our Culture” (2006)

My Moleskine

I received this lovely gift from Lynnette Woo, a Moleskine notebook. Priced at over RM30 this gift is even more expensive due to its origin from the States ;-)

Thanks Lynnette! In it will contain previous words and muses...

A tale

There once was a little boy who lived in a village. He drew a painting and felt very nice about it. It was precious to him. Then, he went to his parents to ask what do they think?
His mother was busy tending the garden, and told him, "You need to help me out more, dear".
His father, casting his net to fish, told him,"Make sure you study hard also son. You need education."
Both of them didn't even glance at his painting.

He went away a bit sad, but knowing how hard his parents provided for him, he just went his way.
He continued on and went to school to meet with his friends. "That's not a nice pic!","Draw about toys and cartoons!","That's ugly!".

Sadden further, he dragged his feet along the pavement. Right in the distance, there was a little girl sitting on a bench. He sat next to her, putting the painting beside him. She turned her head and smiled. It was the new girl in the village. She pointed to the paper and he showed her the painting.

She smiled even more, and opened her bag. Taking out a roll of paper, she showed the content to her. It was the same painting. They both smiled.

But the moment did not last long. The sky turned dark and he had to go back home. Same with her. Both of them separated.

The next day, the boy drew another painting and rushed to meet the girl. He sat on the park bench from the morning until the sun came down. She never came.

He was sad, really sad. No one was able to cheer him up. No one wanted to look at his paintings.

It would be a long time before he regained his cheer.

He was walking along the pavement one day, still thinking about the girl. Then it struck him.
He will draw paintings until he can find ppl who appreciate it.
Who knows?
The girl might just be around the corner, watching him ;-)

Waiting

I am waiting for it...
For it to pass through the shark-infested Seas of Wanderers,
Frigid peaks on the Mountain of Giants,
high towering Cliffs of Illumination,
dark deep Valleys of Void,
muddy zombie-filled Swamps of Suffering,
Scorching Desert of Lost Souls,
and
reach
the hands of this lonely wordsmith.

A companion for the Chronicler.

A tool for the Wordsmith.

An art for the Journalist.

*waiting like a little kid outside the toy store*

Of First Importance

“Christ is much more powerful to save than Adam was to destroy.”

- John Calvin, Commentary on Romans, Collected Works

Writing Partner

It seems wasteful to not employ the technology in hand, especially the Internet as much as possible. In a ordinary conversation with my friend, Lynnette, we found out that both of us havnt been writing much.

Therefore, we try to encourage each other by being...."Writing Partners"!

It would be hard nonetheless, with both of us in different continents and timezone, but would that stop us as writers?! Of course not ;-)

So, to start our inaugural posts, I have suggested we write in www.oneword.com and post it in our blog. However, I do hope that when we have time, we can write longer on our post.

Anyways, here is today's keyword 'alert',

'The amber light came up. The coffee machine blips. It was morning, and the sun shone upon the lying soul. He awakes, not just from his deep slumber, but also from his tiring journey. And so, he is alerted to his surroundings and life was restored to him."

Rountines

"Routines were meant to be broken, just like rules", I once heard it. But some routines are habits and systems that you have made to support yourself. To identify you. To define you. Sadly at times, these routines will fade away. Nothing last forever, and so are routines.

Currently, I am going through a phase of change. There is a major shift in my routines now, and I end up on the bad end. Trying to juggle everything at once, does take a toll on your body and mind.

And yet, change is of course inevitable. But what can you do in the midst of change?

For one, we can learn about who were are, and why we make such routines?

I found out, I was looking at the short direction, and missing out at God. It's the big pic that we miss, just because of the ones near us.

Do have routines, but do also embrace change. It may or may not be for the better, but acceptance of it, is half the battle won. It takes time to adapt, but it also takes the heart to follow...

Dedicated to Lynnette Woo

For those who do not know me, I have something that I am really proud of...wakaka

I have THE COMPLETE COLLECTION of Hercule Poirot by Agatha Christie!!

All 39 copies, from the start to the end.

I was chatting with a friend, Lynnette and boasted about this collection. She wanted to see it to ooohhhh and aaahhh...;-)

So Lynnette, this post is for you to marvel at my collection.

For the uninitiated, the Hercule Poirot series is about this little Belgian detective who uses his mind and skillful understanding of criminal psychology to catch the crook.

So, that's all 39 of it. er...actually I missed one, it's with Matthew (lol...)


This is how it looks like on my table. Ignore the mess...;-)

The Return

The quiet still night was engulfed in darkness. It beckons evil to draw near. To rise. A full moon brings forth a bad omen, one that harbors a distinctive sense of hate and vengeance. The stillness was barely broken with a thin fog. As the night progresses, the fog thickens, and so is the deathly silence.

A swirl of mass suddenly appears. A figure looms in the background, draped in darkness.

Two bloodshot eyes stares into the open space.

Razor-sharp fangs were bared. A piercing death glare was apparent.

*evil laugh* I HAVE RETURNED!!

p/s: anyways, I am back in penang :-p

The journey so far

It seems that I have left this familiar place too long. Cracks are visible and spider webs roam the place. But then again, it wasn't really easy, finding time or rather, making time.

Interesting things happen to us humans for countless times. Sweet memories, painful and sad suffering with a triumphant change of the situation.

I learned a valuable lesson about loneliness these days. I learned that no matter how strong we think we are, we are simply created for each other. And that is not all, no matter how weak we think we may be, God will forever be strong. It doesn't matter the circumstance, nor the emotional roller-coaster. When we have finally decided to let go of our life, to put our faith in God, things take a different perspective.

It is of course not easy, but when a control freak like me did it, it was a relief. There was still pain and loneliness and all those emotions. And yet, that is what makes us human. For we need to lift up these emotions to God, and finally see the rainbow at the end of the storm.

I'm grateful to God for encouraging me through my friends. I had a group of good and encouraging brothers and sisters-in-Christ that took me through this time. A support system. Thank you.

We should always remember the suffering that Christ went through and count our blessings.
We will learn our life lesson, one at a time.....

Answers for questions...(part 1)

On Wed, 6th of May, R.AGE came out with questions from adults to the youths. Being one of them, this is my personal perspective on the answers.

Datin Paduka Marina Mahathir: What do you really think of your parents (and no need to be politically correct and only say nice things!)?
- At this point of age, I feel that they are just trying their best with their own resources.

Shebby Singh: There are many things that can motivate us, but that is different from what our own motivation is. What is your motivation, and why?
- Hope. I do things with a hope, that I could do it with the best of my strength, a hope that I could have looked back and said I didn't regret it. Without hope, and without putting it in God, I don't think the world can move. Everything else would fade away. People around us would go away, not to mention material things too.

Tan Sri Muhyiddin Yassin: How would you like to see Malaysia in the future?
-I would like to see it filled with leaders who are responsible and transparent towards the people. I would like to see minority groups, the indigenous, the special ability, the women be empowered and given opportunities to be the best that they can be. We are all God's creation. Each and every one of us. Oh, and if possible, the 'race' column doesn't exist forms, I'm a human, that's it.

Datuk Ambiga Sreenevasan: Do you feel disconnected from the politics of Malaysia and in this regard how much do you value your right to vote?
-I feel disconnected as there seems to be no proper channel that discusses our views or allows us to participate in civil society without the stigma or fear. It is a big challenge to come out from apathy and into active participation. I believe that it is also the same for a lot of us. I value my right to vote, although I feel that I can do more than just vote. Proper channels of discourses should exist.

Jit Murad: What things about us (adults) seem unfair to you?
- How some seemingly got out of being responsible for the wrong things they have done. Those that abandon their children, hurt their family, squander their life away, and yet, there seems to be nothing that can be done. On a lighter side, it has to be the acknowledgment of being someone whose views and opinions are heard. With great power, comes great responsibility, eh?

Khalid Samad: What are the characteristics of good governance and what is your role in ensuring that these characteristics are truly embodied by the government of the day?
- Governing a country is a tough job for a single individual, so the characteristics of good governance is connecting to the people and everyone. That would translate into transparency and accountability. When the people know what is happening to the very place they are, the resources, the economy, the lives around them, then the nation can grow better. If there is any human above the law, above reproach, then good governance would definitely be impossible. My role is keeping accountability and transparency where it is needed. But checking and double-checking facts. By thinking critically. BY seeing deeper. By having an open mind, but a good argument.

Jo Kukathas: When you close your eyes and see yourself, what do you dream you are and what do you dream you can become?
- I am a creation of God. The possibilities are endless. I dream to be someone different every time. Anyone, different depending on emotions, outward motivation and everything else.

Thought scribble: Whose history is it?

Based on what Tan Sri Muhyiddin Yassin said in a news report by Bernama, taken from The Edge Malaysia,

On the suggestion by his deputy, Datuk Dr Wee Ka Siong, for the contents of History textbooks to be reviewed, Muhyiddin said history which was something that happened in the past, could not be altered or added.

"It can be improved from time to time but you cannot add something that wasn't there. Maybe what Wee meant was you need to evaluate whether it qualifies to be considered as history or not," he said.

Wee had suggested that the contents of History textbooks be reviewed on the ground that it did not touch on the struggle and contributions of other races towards national development. — Bernama

I wonder whether he understood what he said by saying history can be 'improved' from time to time. On the more critical side, what defines something to be considered as history or not? Is it only defined by the powers that be? Or is it defined by the good results (as in opposing colonization)or made obsolete because of it's impressions (racial riots & protest rallies)?

réfléchir un moment

Returning to his roots....

The young apprentice has finally returned. His journey of learning has brought him far and wide. His tired and weary figure, slowly travel the tracks leading to his town. The wide green plains were easing his sore eyes. He could sense the core's power rejuvenating his soul. With each step he took, he grew stronger. The town he left, was a sleepy one. Now, towers loomed and crowds were seen everywhere.

So much has changed. The knowledge he acquired, the friends he knew, and the adventures he experienced were irreplaceable. And yet, he was still the same person on the inside. With a new chapter of life now in front of him, he summons his strength and makes way to his dwellings.

things so far....

It has been eons since the last post. Sigh, so much has really happened. There were ups and downs in my uni life. Not to mention, the changes I see in my friends. There were truly some interesting things that happen. Yet, bound by an oath of silence, I could not speak more. All I can say is that, time will tell.

Strange how man uses time to test things. To us, that is the ultimate tool for trial. It is true that man can only plan, and God has His own way. There can be nothing absolute for us. What we have today, would never be guaranteed to last tomorrow. Some choose to acknowledge this fact, and then live like there is no tomorrow. Rather, I would encourage Christians, to live well, for we have a tomorrow in Christ. Give thanks for what we have today, and cherish it well, yet not be too attached, that we could never be drawn away.

We came to this world with nothing, and in nothingness we shall leave it.

Prelude

A quiet peaceful night on the 5th day of the 3rd month. A small chill gently touches the skin....

25 random things about me..hopefully...(as written in Facebook)

Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.

25 random things about me

1. I am multilingual-I speak English, Malay, Mandarin, Cantonese, French and I can understand Hokkien and Hakka.

2. I am sometimes obsessed with the color purple, not because I’m weird, but I just like it. Long background story.

3. I have 5 decks of Magic: The Gathering cards. I only started owning them since Upper 6.

4. I can wiggle my right ear, see? *wiggle*

5. I have the complete collection of Agatha Christie’s Hercule Poirot (detective novel). I sometimes mimic his characteristics.

6. I like to observe people at times.

7. I went to my first and only play for now, “The Mousetrap”. I liked it so much, that I said “It was awesome” for more than 30 times. I now have a habit of doing that when I totally dig something. It was awesome! (34th time)

8. I am easily annoyed by certain repetitive behavior, repetitive behavior (did I just repeat myself?)

9. I can’t swim to save my life.

10. I love eating meat, especially pork. I learned from my aunt and mom how to make dishes that taste really nice ^.^

11. I can’t draw to save my life. Ironically, I have a good imagination. Pictures from my head just can’t get to my hands.

12. I learned to twirl a pen when I was 15.

13. I can’t dance to save my life, although I would love to learn how to waltz.

14. I love being complex. I enjoy reading the encyclopedia, the dictionary and other fact books. I have thought about trying to get into MENSA.

15. I wanted to be a hacker once. Failed.

16. I can’t make music to save my life. I have a basic in violin and guitar, but that’s just about it.

17. I am a highly curious person. I constantly need to find out how and why certain things tick.

18. I am hoping to win a Nobel prize, or maybe the Pulitzer prize, or maybe the PJK, whichever comes first and last.

19. I freak people out by thinking too far at times, way, way to far. Eg. I even thought about my future children, my house, my retirement, and yeah, even my demise.

20. I can’t sing to save my life. I am an advocate of free public singing. I believe totally in being able to sing wherever you are, whenever, just as long as you don’t disturb public peace. I feel weird singing into the mike and in karaoke.

21. I have a double standard with guys and ladies. Gents are supposed to take care of themselves, but ladies should be given a priority when there is a need. I still have close brotherhood though.

22. I am the jack of all trades, but master of none, for now. I am planning to master one skill at a time. Maybe i'll start with twirling a pen....

23. I am a hummingbird-person. That means I am neither a nocturnal being nor an early riser, but I suit my sleeping pattern according to the need.

24. I fell down from the first floor of my school once. I sprained my leg. I did that because a friend of mine threw my watch out to the windowed corridor. I removed the window panes and went out. I was struck by panic when I saw a prefect, and I jumped. I was only 9.

25. Nemo D. Gund, and Neo D Gundm, are anagrams of my name. I love anagrams. Oh, Enchanter is one of the 5 English word that has my full initials (ENCH) as the first 4 alphabets. Cool huh?

My descriptive article assignment

The wafting aroma of good food coupled with the busyness of the crowd often indicates an eatery’s quality in preparing a wholesome meal. One doesn’t have to look too far to gauge it. Since the dawn of time, human beings were in need of replenishment, more so delicious ones. It has not been a wonder then, that Penang has also become a destination for gastronomical adventures. Food lovers or foodie alike would search high and low for a new place to dine and be merry. Neither the rush hour traffic, nor the apparent remoteness of a place would deter them. However, foodies rely heavily on word of mouth, and now food blogs to give them the insight on which is the best place to eat. It is then a purpose of this article to explore some of the famous and lesser known places to eat in Penang. Be warned before you proceed, contents are known to cause drooling, hunger pangs and the excessive need to grab the nearest thing to munch on.

A central icon to the gastronomical delight of Penang has to be it’s assam laksa. Many talk and rave about it, but which is truly the best? There are some great local selections and opinion on to which tastes the best. One famous hotspot for assam laksa would indefinitely be the Air Itam market. Air Itam is located at the foot of the Kek Lok Si temple. The stall that sells this delicious dish only opens in the afternoon. Locals can picture the 2 stove stall that is overflowing with mint leaves, shredded vegetables, cucumber, onions and the thick aroma that wafts through the air. Located at the side of a shop near the road, the prawn sauce noodle dish is coupled with an icy cool cendol from the neighboring stall.

Another gathering place for fans of assam laksa is in Penang Road. Just a stone’s throw away from Chowrasta Market, the humble kopitiam shop boasts of a special family recipe in assam laksa. This version is slightly different as the spiciness is milder and the broth is thicker. Nevertheless, patrons can also have a bowl of cendol to complete the picture. After a satisfying meal, patrons can stroll in the Chowrasta market and sample some of its sweet and sour preserved food and fruits, particularly the ever-popular nutmeg.

A lesser known version of the Penang laksa is the Malay version. The smooth broth flows with coconut milk, spinach, cucumber, onions and a generous serving of fish meat, even with eggs added to the signature of Malay laksa. A perfect example of this would be a small stall, located almost in the heart of Georgetown, at Lorong Haji Sulaiman.

In continuation with the noodle frenzy, a must try would be the mee sotong at Esplanade. Esplanade is a famous area for events and festivals where the green blades of grass dance in the gentle breeze. Across the green field would be the food court, right next to Fort Cornwallis. The Fort Cornwallis is a historical fort left by the British Empire. With over 20 cannons and infrastructures like bunkers and holding cells, it is a big tourist attraction. It is right next to this tourist spot, lies the modest stall that sells mee sotong. It opens for lunch hours and customers from the nearby government buildings are known to flock to the vicinity. The springy tenderness of the noodle is made heavenly with the succulent taste of the squids. With smooth and mild gravy, it is a taste that is chopstick licking good!

For those who have a knack for eateries with a long line of history, one can check out a shop at Lorong Seratus Tahun. Although not as long as the name of the street suggests, the shop has more that 30 years of history, and even a branch in Puchong, Selangor to boost, doing what it does best, serving piping hot bowls of white curry noodles. Opened only for breakfast, your bowl of white curry noodles here will be served steaming hot, and the spiciness can be adjusted on your own. Customers are given a separate bowl of sambal to be added in. You can add as much as your palate desires.

Not to be outdone by this, a unique Nyonya-style curry noodle is moreover available, once again in Air Itam’s market. To the delight of many, this is the sole stall that sells the noodles in the whole Penang Island! Its second to none status is achieved by a fresh supply of ingredients, comprising of mint leaves, fish ball and also its healthy option of less coconut milk. A wonderful affair of its supple noodles, palate pleasing broth and fresh ingredients mingles to tickle the taste buds.

Dessert aficionados would not be disappointed with the bubur gandum in Little India. Little India, as it’s name suggests, is a street lined with shops trading Hindu articles of worship and other Indian necessities including saris, henna art and Bollywood movies. Smacked in this plethora of sights and sounds, lies a stall offering bubur gandum. The dessert is made with boiling porridge with wheat and other ingredients. Its sweet taste is akin to a bowl of red bean soup, albeit, a notch higher in satisfaction. Upon request, soft and fresh home-baked bread is provided for dipping. Nothing lesser than heaven for the sweet tooth.

Penang not only boasts of its cultural heritage, but also a fusion of international food. A restaurant in Mount Erskine would be an impeccable example of western cuisine. Located in Mount Erskine, Batu Ferringhi, the restaurant is known for a full house every night. It’s fame is such that many just remember the place by the location, rather than the restaurant’s name. Signature dishes, including grilled meats, are made unto perfection, with its juice and tenderness intact. The chef’s high standard ensures a stable amount of juicy, tender ribs, flawless grilling, and ultimate customer satisfaction.

Last but not least, nasi kandar is an iconic famous food in Penang. An affordable but modest eatery would be Restoran Jaya, beside the 8 PAGI convenience store in Minden. Famous for it’s nasi daun pisang, a fresh serving of honey glazed chicken and goat milk is enough to melt your palate away. Not to mention also its steamy santan rice, and a variety of other side dishes to choose from. With such an option, dinner is never the same again.

There can be no end to fine eateries and dishes that please the stomach. Food has not just become a necessity, at times, it is even a luxury. An apt question before the next saliva-drooling, hunger-inducing food search is, do you eat to live, or do you live to eat?

*Thanks to the lynx for the information and matt, juliet, and gary for proofreading this..^.^v

Mistakes

At times in our lives, we make mistakes. Rather, I made a mistake. I had taken things for granted, and I did not appreciate that which I have. Worse yet, I was for once, inconsiderate. The machinery was set into motion, and the result was catastrophic. I could not believe what I had done, but then, the damage was there already.

J'ai perdu un ami aujourd'hui. Il a été très mauvaise. It was my mistake

What can I do now? I will leave it for the person to decide. But I have set in my mind, that I need to change, and never once more lose a friend.

Thank you.

Whose side are you on?

Of First Importance

Siding with God

Posted: 07 Feb 2009 11:11 PM PST

“The difference between a Christian and a non-Christian: when a non-Christian is convicted of sin, he sides with his sin. When a Christian is convicted of sin, he sides with God, against himself.”

- Mark Dever, The 2009 Desiring God Conference for Pastors

A reminder

Today, I am reminded of something. I am reminded of my own futility at times, trying to prove to others my worth in this world. But then again, I am sure God has better plans for me.

Of First Importance

Nothing to prove

Posted: 31 Jan 2009 01:16 PM CST

“You don’t have anything to prove to us or the world. The work is finished at Calvary, and that work has unlimited meaning and value. Keep your focus there.”

- C. John Miller

Wake Up call !!

It takes a mean punch to be a wake-up call for me. Now, I realized I had slipped into complacency, playing along the game 0f Life. It slowed me down. It made me slothful. And NO, I am NOT blaming LIFE.
It's time I took a different route.
It's time that the change I was so dreadful of facing, should now be taken.
It's time that I took the challenges that will hone my craft, that will perfect my skills.
It's time that I remove that lazy bone from my body, and put on a Li-Ion battery pack (or maybe a Hybrid?)
It's time for me to drop that complacency, inaction, passiveness and pride. And take up the humility and the zest for Life.
It's high time that the show will take a different twist. The plot thickens.....

The thought so far...

Well, dear all, there has been a lot of happenings so far. And yet, I had little time to jot all of these down. One for sure, this year will be a year of change (to quote from Obama) As sad as it may seem to be, those friends close to me will also undergo change. I may not get to see them as often nowadays, but they are still dear to my heart. I have also been working on a few things, trying to balance my studies and activities, not to mention trying to get to No. 1 on my Word Challenge ranking. Esther currently holds that place.

Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, really. However, as I was saying that it is a year of change, (contrary to the meaning of the Year of the Ox) even my families Chinese New Year celebration is different.

Usually, year after year, we would be going up to my grandma's place in Rawang, early in the morning. We would have a vegetarian meal (since grannie is a Buddhist) and then spend time until the afternoon. Then we would go back home to nap. Shortly after that, we would prepare to go back to Rawang for a scrumptious feast. Not to mention that we would also have reunion dinner at grannie's the night before.

This year, we had brunch at home, a simple meal of fish and pork for prosperity ;) Then, we went over to Aunt Elaine's place, for almost the rest of the day. Th house was full of activity, and I did get to mingle around a little bit. I just don't know why, I was quite a blunder when it comes to social activities like this, as friendly as I can be. Well, I guessed my self-worth is somehow tied to this :) We had lunch (again!) and then dinner. And we made our way back.

The ang pow collections until now are very good ;) but I'm gonna save it for another day.

Oh, I am doing some research on DSLR cameras. I may not be getting one soon, but it's good to plan, ain't it? So, for those who can help me with my research, do drop me comments. Looking for an entry-level model.

Anyways, thanks and have a prosperous New Year!

Long break

Well, everyone, I seemed to have really taken a long break from blogging. Now, as the CNY approaches, I shall work towards improving this blog (as with my New Year resolution) and maybe introduce some new stuff. Well, stay tuned ^.^