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Financial awareness (economy as well as family status) and financial management techniques Knowledge of current issues and know-how on where to get reliable information Political awareness Ability to stand up for and express individual opinion and emotions without fear or favour How-to knowledge with regards to accentuating feminine beauty (eg: use of makeup, understanding what type of clothes suits which kinds of body shapes, poise, etc) Guy tackling tactics and all related psychology Mandarin proficiency  Conversational and inter-personal skills

I could read this stuff all day :) http://www.stuffjournalistslike.com/list-.html

Ooh my. Several months have passed since I blogged. I guess so much has happened in between that it has made me forget that I do own a blog. Several, in fact. Well, I am writing now from a brand new netbook :) My old giant Toshiba has been having hiccuping episodes, which in a computer sense I take to mean a blinking screen that alternates between the image of the things you are actually doing on the computer and a completely white, blank screen. Scary. But then again, at least when the computer does die, I hope it will not experience the Blue Screen of Death. Anyway, the new chick that will be one of my writing companions from now on is called Eee PC Seashell1015PX. I shall rename her something soon, once I have coined up something savvy and befitting her elegant white nature. To help your imagination, she looks like this: I guess I don't have much of an excuse not to write anymore. I have a netbook that I can carry practically anywhere without breaking my back. Plus, I ...

Hush With not an echo To reverberate the depths Of thoughts and feelings Held close For not a soul to fathom Stare Empty, whitewashed walls Castles and thrones Buried in the sand Time and tide, forsaken tunes What had been now is not Sigh Live another day To trace ebbing memories And wonder aloud if Cure was the prevention The extension of a million maybes Breathe A tentative hope For all the soles worn out And hearts caved in Another hour Another possibility - Posted via BlogPress from iPod

Ever gone to the store and searched the shelves for your favourite product, only to find it's not there? Well, I have. At the first attempt, I'd console myself by thinking,'Oh, it's probably just that this particular outlet has run out of stock for the product.' And so I'll visit several other shops, expecting that I'd surely find the product I was looking for there. Only to be disappointed a few dozen times before arriving at the conclusion that the product might have been discontinued. Now, is it just me or do many of you face this too? Because it seems to me like so many products that I love end up getting discontinued after some time. Perhaps I have a peculiar taste. Or that corporations just feel the need to keep churning out new products to appear productive and successful. A sign that the things in this life are so very much transitory. Then again, maybe I speak in haste, and the actual fact is that companies are constantly improving their ranges of p...

"Why?" The most common question posed to God - the mysterious Being from whom our very existence flows. And in the absence of a tangible reply, the only plausible answer seems to be: "Because I am God, and you are not."

Zazu. I just rewatched Disney's The Lion King movie last week. I guess that must be why I'm drawn to this blog... something that apparently happened by accident (please see my last blog post to understand what I mean). It's a visual journal challenge! Haha. First time I've ever heard of the term. But well, no matter, it's something worth exploring. My creative muscles have become lethargic and almost non-functional for what feels like ages, so maybe a little help in reviving their abilities would really do me some good. So here's how it goes. I read a challenge posted by this blogger (Zazu), and then do it. More details here . Anyway, the blog looks somewhat dead but I'll take the last recent entry, which was in July here . Well, if I'm in a good mood later I'll post photos. I have a nice camera now to use anyway teehee ;)

I was surfing random blogs on Blogspot just awhile ago and I noticed that the so-called random blogs that I came across consisted mostly of either doting mothers writing about their families, craft enthusiasts, gardeners and fashionistas. Is it just me or does Blogger perhaps offer "random" blogs based on demographics? Because I don't seem to be coming across any teenage blogs, although I feel there should be plenty out there. Hmm.  

Someone asked me recently what it's like to be a Writer. I guess I should address that. One of the first things I'd like to say up front is that it's probably not what you think it is. Maybe you envision it's glamourous, full of events, excitement, scandals, quirky colleagues... the list goes on. But well, hate to burst your bubble, but it's not any of the above. Mmm. Except for the quirky colleagues bit. Most of the time while you're busy attending important corporate strategic planning meetings or out dealing with potential clients trying to close a sales deal, your poor friend the Writer is stuck in the office, staring at the computer screen with a web browser window open and a tab each for the dictionary, thesaurus and Google. Even the Designer is much better off than the Writer. Because at least the Designer (regardless of the kind of designs he/she does) gets to see colour and graphics and - for the luckier ones - moving objects. But the Writer? Al...

"What kind of heart doesn't look back?" - From Sara Bareilles' Breathe Again Often times, we are told not to dwell on our past and to focus on moving forward instead - enjoying the present and planning for the future, or at least looking forward to it. Yet there are times when looking back is not only worth doing, but in fact very much necessary. Allowing yourself to recall the experiences you have emerged from in your past is important because it helps  define who you are today. It is a crucial building block for your future too as it presents the possibilities of who you can be or are already becoming. If we allow everything from our past to fade completely from our memory, we become empty shells - devoid of meaning and purpose. There is no wealth of wisdom we can draw from because we have conveniently forgotten the mistakes we have committed previously, thus also discarding along with it the lessons we had learned back then. Remembering your past also k...

Those picture perfect folk, don't they just drive you insane? The ones with the oh-so-perfect looks and never-ending smiles on their Facebook pictures. Those with the pretty dresses and flashy cars. Who got married and lived happily ever after. Or whose career has only progressed upward ever since the very first day of the very first job. Who always have reasons to laugh, and are never grouchy or unreasonable or selfish. Don't you just hate how lousy they make you feel? - Posted via BlogPress from iPod

I love the way my bedroom looks with the windows drawn at dawn. The dimness of the light and the air which is still calm and cool. The way in which the sleepy world is still mostly silent and only slowly awakening. The cosyness of my blanket and pillows. If only the peacefulness and freshness of the morning could stay with me throughout the day. - Posted via BlogPress from iPod

* Read Part 1 here .  Su Chen was never one to cry. Even in her younger days, where other children would bawl their lungs out if they had their toys taken away from them or if they were denied from savouring a favourite tasty treat, she would just stare blankly back at the adults that tended to her. It was as if nothing would faze her. In fact, her face rarely betrayed her emotion. Most times, it carried a cool, calm look which cleverly masked the turmoil of feelings that she wrestled with beneath the surface. If anyone were to have asked her why this was, she would have blamed her parents for it. She learned very early in her life that wearing her heart on her sleeve would not be acceptable to her parents. Especially if the emotions concerned were of the negative sort. Crying or throwing a tantrum when her parents denied her a request would only land her in worser punishment. So she wisened up and devised other ways to get what she wanted. One of her main tactics was t...

I felt a need to write fiction lately, so I decided to grab a picture prompt and give it a try. I have to dash off for a late dinner with my family now, so I suppose I'll come back later to finish this. Meanwhile, try reading through this and drop me a comment if this piques your interest to know what happens next: Source: 365 Pictures Prompts   (24 July 2011) She stared silently as the blackbird flew past her window against the backdrop of the shady trees. The air was calm and cool all around her, but inside her, thoughts were stirring. She recalled suddenly that blackbirds were birds of ill omen. For some strange reason, she couldn't remember where she had gotten that notion, but the moment the thought came to her, it made her squirm slightly in her seat. She stood and began pacing around the room. What had been merely peaceful a moment ago evoked a sense of uneasiness. The confines of her bedroom now felt somewhat stifling. Stealing a glance at her watch, she note...

Today is 9 July 2011 and the local time is 4.48pm. It is quiet over here as I type my post into my laptop while seated on my bed with the windows open. There is only the occasional sound of birds chirping from the nearby trees outside and the sporadic roar of cars as they make their way in and out of this peaceful neighbourhood. But it is by no means serene in other parts of the Klang Valley. Downtown in Kuala Lumpur (KL), the capital city of Malaysia, things are abuzz as huge crowds have gathered in various spots around the city. Their aim: to march towards the famed Stadium Merdeka in protest of the lack of free and fair elections in Malaysia. The catalyst? Bersih 2.0 , a self-proclaimed civil society movement which was re-launched this year and has been at the forefront of championing this cause. (Bersih, in our national language, Malay, means "clean".) National media has been peppered with reports of all kinds concerning Bersih for the past few weeks. News initi...

Clarity. My mind feels exceptionally clear tonight. I am trying to figure out what it could be that is contributing towards me feeling this way. Perhaps it's the brief church retreat that I just attended? Or is it the rather exquisite coffee that I just drank earlier this evening? Then again, could it just have been the after effects of good company? No matter the reason, I am here now. In a familiar posture with my trusty laptop in... well, my lap... and my fingers poised for a few good hours (perhaps) of typing.I am all set to get going and to start writing some unfinished articles for work. I do not really look forward to doing this. There is a whole mess of data that I need to sift through and arrange into neat little sentences in order to create a respectable draft. I'm not sure sometimes whether having lots of information to process is more maddening or whether it is worse had I not had enough to work with. Either way, it is (at times) such a tremendously ta...

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, despite my snail like tendencies, I do endeavour to keep as many promises as I can, and I know full well that I still owe you blog readers of mine a few missing posts from the A to Z April Challenge (it's already JUNE! *wails*) so wherever possible I will attempt to fill in the gaps. For this post, I take on one of the more obscure and yet formidable of  alphabets: the letter Y. I spent most of my evening and night today clearing out and sorting my stationery drawer in my bedroom. In the process, I uncovered various treasures and memories from yesteryears - some of which I fondly recall, others which I don't even remember at all. It's so easy to leave our yesterdays behind, and to forget all too quickly the value they have added to our lives and the lessons we have learned and should remember at the right times in our present days (so as not to repeat the same old mistakes). One thing I especially cherished about my past was the ability I ...

I have been wanting to write, but feel as if I am paralysed whenever I actually try getting round to doing so. With the exception of work (which is a must-do thing if I want to continue receiving pay cheques every month), I feel as though I am somewhat hindered from writing the stuff I want to write. Well, technically there's nothing to stop me from writing, like what I'm doing right now. But I can't seem to muster any form of useful inspiration, and I keep myself from actually writing more and more often because I consider all times that I really did write, and feel horrible because I remember that the results of it were not very good. I wonder how I could have ever written any form of entertaining fictional pieces in the past to the extent that those in my social circle could actually compliment me on it. In fact, I can't quite comprehend why anyone would have wanted to read the stuff I wrote at all. Maybe it's just a rough patch of me not enjoying my work...

As I had said, there were some posts in the April challenge which I missed out on writing. So I will be trying to cover those now. So it's S for students for this post. My colleagues and I are currently working on interviewing some students for an article we're about to produce. It is in the midst of this process of talking to these students that I realise how out of touch I am with youth nowadays. The number of youth that I am friends with has greatly decreased, and I realise that I am slowly becoming more and more clueless on their sentiments and their interests. There was a time not so long ago that I was involved in working with youth at my church, but I no longer do so now. Although in some ways it was a relief that I have been released from that responsibility, a part of me feels sad that I don't seem to have insight to how the current generation of youth are now. In some strange ways, some little tiny part of my heart still feels like a youth and there'...

Spend a day in Kuala Lumpur or Petaling Jaya (prominent cities in Malaysia, for the uninitiated) and you will learn what selfishness means. Wake up in the morning and take your car for a drive down any of the major highways of these cities and it won't be long before you see selfishness mirrored in the face of a random driver that is bent on getting ahead of you, whatever the cost may be. It's evidently permeating the air as an impatient motorist flashes his headlights at you in broad daylight, fully intent on squeezing into the lane you were cruising along just right at the very moment when you were about to pass him by. Without putting his signal, I might add. Stare into the droves of people walking busily up and down the streets. It won't be too hard to spot the selfish one. She's the one who's busy chattering to her mobile phone but who drops it and breaks into a run the moment she sees a small van setting up shop and handing out freebies to the public. ...

Nooo... April has ended, but I did not manage to catch up with my A to Z posts! :( Well, just to make myself happy, I'll be rounding up the posts I haven't completed and working on finishing them. Hope you'll read them, even if they're super late! Once that's done, then I'll start cracking on what my next major writing project should be... I want to write something publishable... So let's see what ideas come up :) Meantime, enjoy Labour Day! :) It's about the only time in the year we can be happy to be a labourer :P

Some letters are just blessed more than others. Take the letter L, for instance. It is richly endowed with a vocabulary of niceties that other alphabets cannot even dare to dream of: love, life, laughter, like, luck... probably even more that I don't recall. And why so, while other alphabets suffer the lack of noble or interesting words such that people are prone to forget them far too easily, as opposed to the lovely letter L? But then, you may argue that the letter L has shortcomings of its own. Lies. Lust. Litter. Lost. Yes yes, but which other alphabet can trump "L for love"? R for romance, perhaps. Or F for faithful. But that doesn't quite cut it, does it? What do think, then, about the bad press that F receives undeservedly? Fight. Fat. Fool. Frumpy. Frugal.  Don't you sometimes get the Feeling that Life is a Little unFair?   

  A wau - a Malaysian kite I've always wanted to fly one successfully. I don't think I ever have. I remember having to make one in primary school... a wau (which was supposed to look something like the one in the picture) and I used lidi and tracing paper and made colourful designs on it. It didn't fly properly. I remember seeing people's kites get stuck in trees and feeling sad on their behalf when I was a child. I wonder why the term "flying kites" ended up having such a negative connotation when kite flying is really a fascinating thing. Do people even fly kites nowadays?  Perhaps the reason I find it fascinating is because it's fluid.. it's dependent on the wind... and wind is something none of us can control. It's the intrigue of something that's beyond you, stretching far above what you can ever understand or imagine. That an unpredictable gust of wind can have the power to lift up your kite... and figuratively speaking, your d...

Hehe can I double post for W? After all it's a DOUBLE u, right? Okay, I'm considerably lame sometimes. Anyhow, I've been thinking about it lately, and I still believe I'd much rather be an author than a journalist (which is what I am currently). It's been one of my lifelong dreams to write and publish a book that gets sold in the bookstores around the city where I live so I can beam with joy every time I catch a glimpse of its title on the shelves of MPH or Borders or somewhere like that. But that day has yet to come. I have tried and tried to write the opening chapters for what I hoped would become a book but so far the efforts have not been anywhere near successful. *sniff* Recently, my Mum pointed out to me an article in The Star that said that the government is allocating a RM 2 million fund to help publish books. This is great because it's just what I need (now, to actually get round to writing that book hoho). I'm not sure if I'd actuall...

I feel rather sad because I have not been able to keep up faithfully with this A to Z Challenge lately. Things at work were especially busy over the past week or two, with me heading out for assignments almost every other day. I suppose this is nothing compared to the life of a reporter who works for a daily newspaper, but it's tiring enough for me. The assignments were interesting though, and I suppose it should be the subject of a blog post too, but I shall save that for another time. Plus, I kept forgetting to submit my tax assessment form, and it hung over my head like a small black cloud that grew thicker and darker by the day (okay, so I'm exaggerating a little, but tax claims are such a bother, aren't they?). AND to top things off, I had some other additional writing task to do, which was not so well received by the intended recipient. Sigh. I guess there's no pleasing anyone for as long as the writing is for someone else's sake and not your own. But ...

They're the ones who scolded you and gave you a caning when you misbehaved. The very same people who hugged you and told you could do it when you felt like you couldn't, the ones who cheered you from the stands when you emerged as champion in your favourite sport at a school competition. The dependable duo who magically seemed to always have cash to spare whenever you asked for some (though you later found out this wasn't quite true). And although they may the source of the most annoying yet useful reminders in your lifetime, they are also likely the two people who know you best. We can't choose our parents, but we can choose to love them - for who they are to us and for all they've done in making us who we are today. *Disclaimer:  I know that not everyone has loving, devoted parents, so I guess this post may not resonate with every single person who reads it. But I'm speaking optimistically here, because even though we can't choose the circumsta...

Jane felt sad. Mary had her little lamb, and Little Miss Muffet had her tuffet, plus the company of a curious little spider. Even her annoying cousin, Jack Horner, had his stale Christmas pie to keep him amused, whilst her neighbour, whom she has only known all this while as Little Boy Blue, had his favourite horn with which he can blow funny tunes with to keep boredom at bay. He was playing a tune right then, and as she listened, it was making her even sadder. But she... she had nothing at all. Folding her arms to her chest, she sighed. She needed something to perk her up. Gazing around the tiny confines of her cottage, she felt the way everyone else had described: a very plain Jane indeed. It was not a nice feeling. After thinking for a moment, she decided to take a walk. So out her door and onto the pathway she went. Jane walked and walked and walked. The sun was shining brightly and she felt more and more tired as she went along. Suddenly, she heard a voice saying, ...

Note: I know there are many missing posts for quite a few alphabets (I-L), I promise I'll fill them in later. *   *   * It's a rainy Saturday morning here in Mutiara Damansara and I'm sitting here at McDonald's in The Curve with Deric. He's busy watching football highlights, while waiting for me to finish my Sausage McMuffin. But I can't sit here just doing nothing, so I'm typing out a brief blogpost in the meantime. It's so rare to have such cool weather here where we live, so times like these are really a treat. Unhurried time to spend with each other is also more rare nowadays. So I feel really happy just being here. I really love being at the mall at this hour, because the place just opened not long ago. The shops are slowly coming alive, but the crowds are not in yet so it's still fairly quiet. The public toilets are still clean too, a fact that's very much appreciated since most Malaysian public toilets are usually filthy and more o...

Intensity. Electricity. Snap, sizzle, zap. Over the wire I hear you. Talk. Gossip. Girls, too pretty too many too fiery. Disaster strikes, from the rooftops down to the paved sidewalks. They are watching, don't you see? I flee. I feel. Leave while you still can. Stand for something. When you try, you'll know finally what you're made of and if it's worth it. Forget it. But then again, don't. Can't you see? Nonsense. Nuisance. Prudence. Finales dramatically descending on the unsuspecting man. No way, woman. Dreams. In a bubble, as light as a feather. I float through the air while you stare unaware that there's a puzzle behind every piece. Pancakes, tossed up and flapping down into hungry mouths, so many to feed. What a treat. I see you me everybody I and ten cities.

Hello dear readers! :) I apologise for the lack of updates. It's not too late to catch up now, is it? Harder to keep up with the alphabets now as the days seem to go whizzing by, especially when there are other things happening at the same time :P Hear me out though, because although this post is up late, H is a special letter :) I don't know about you, but the more I think about it, the more I feel that there are so many important words that start with H. How about heart? That's a major part of who we are. Where our heart is, there lies our treasure. Hand is another one. A handshake is a crucial formal introduction that signals the beginning of meaningful relationships - be they business dealings or the tiny seeds of friendship sown after you've gotten yourself acquainted with someone who was previously a stranger. Handsome would be yet another example. Okay, I admit that it's a little more old fashioned compared to other equivalent terms used today, but ...

No no no... not that guy who plays for Manchester United (even though my father is a fan, I'm sorry to say I don't quite share the passion). What I had actually meant, my dear readers, is gigs as in live musical performances. Think concerts. Yes, you get the drift. I was just at one earlier tonight - it was the album launch for a local Malaysian band called Paperplane Pursuit and it was at the extremely loud Laundry Bar in a livelier part of town called Kota Damansara. Best part was I got a copy of the new CD free, just by being bold enough to go up on stage and to say into the microphone the name of the next guest band that was coming up. Goes to show, my lovelies, that courage pays. But believe me, I still am rather shy along the fringes of my character. I hesitate sometimes. Ah, but I ramble. That will be a story for another post... R perhaps? I still feel partially deaf, to be honest. Plus perhaps the jolt of adrenaline from all the noise and pumped up crowd earl...

One of the ways that I first began writing more seriously was through poetry. It is to poetry that I return today, and I hope you my dear reader will enjoy it. But if for some reason you find it hard to understand, please feel free to ask for an explanation. I'm sure I speak for poets and artists everywhere, that we really do enjoy telling you the story behind our masterpieces. *   *   * Source:  http://www.uprisingarchive.org/Photos/Bora/RaisedFists.jpg        Fistfuls  Clenched and firm Hammering on tables Making demands, decisions Unconcerned of everything else but Reflections Of searing perfection What is and is not yours Profitability At the stakes of humanity The cigarette butts of poverty Polluting innocence Breeding insanity Stuck on the temporary fixes An addict to its adrenaline Of trophies and popularity With martyrs aplenty To cushion invisible consciences Taxes for gifts in apparent sincerity Un...

* Killing two birds with one stone, here we go ;) Dear Ellina, It has been some time since we last spoke. Although it's just a few weeks, it feels like it's been years and years. I'm not sure how we got here, but I'm sorry that we have. I remember times when things were simpler, happier. I hate to admit it, but I think we've been taking things for granted for way too long. I guess I'm trying to sound really intelligent and all that, but maybe what I'm saying is that I'm sorry. Sorry that I didn't stop you from leaving and sorry that now I feel like a complete idiot because I desperately need you here but was just too downright proud to admit it. I know I used to hate it when you'd ramble on and on about the things you had experienced in a day. I recall how I would cringe or recoil from you whenever you reached out to offer me a hug. I wish I could have you offer me those things now. When I finally go this time, I will go empty hand...

A much delayed post, but as they say, better late than never. In case you may not have known it, dear readers, I live in a country called Malaysia, which is located on the part of globe which is known as Southeast Asia. It is a fascinating place to live - what some like to fondly (or at times, perhaps not-so-fondly) refer to as a melting pot of culture, since we Malaysians are a diverse lot, consisting of a variety of races, religions and much more. But much has been happening in my country of late, and although it doesn't make as much worldwide ripples the way the tsunami disaster in Japan did or the revolution in Egypt did, it still matters and makes a difference in some way or another to us, and perhaps, by chance, to some other random stranger across the globe who is somehow affected by what happens in our nation due to his dependency on rambutan or durian or something. Such is the level of patriotism of my race (which by the way, is Chinese) that quite a number of us are...

It's... And that means that the A to Z Blogging Challenge is on! :) Whee! This is to help me keep track as I go along. Keep your fingers crossed and say a prayer. I might try resurrecting my old fictional, poetic ways. And please feel free to join this blogging pursuit. Commit your writing and blog name to the list here .    

It's B for brief this time, with a few extra Bs thrown in for good measure ;) I guess I'll just keep things BRIEF and say that there are BETTER things that are yet to come. Do BEAR with me while I BRAINSTORM on more interesting topics to BLABBER on about. Maybe I should be BRAVER and try blogging in a more creative way. But I'm just worried that I'll be a downright BORE. Then my readers will BLAME me for making them read nonsensical things. Well, I've got nothing much to BRAG about right now so I guess I should get going. I'll just say BYE for now then :) Alrighty, that's that and I'll see you back here for the next challenge day on Monday. I promise better quality posts by then. 

I was zooming down the ELITE highway, heading towards the Kuala Lumpur International Airport, and trying my hardest to cut down a 47 minute journey into a 27 minute one. It was all my own fault, since my bf *had* told me to leave earlier but I had delayed it. As I went, I couldn't help but think, in the solitude of my car, about how crazy life is and how we never know where we'll end up in the future. Just last year, at this time, I was in Paihia, New Zealand, walking the 90 Mile Beach and sandboarding. I could not have imagined at that moment, what I'd be doing right now. That I'd be officially a journalist by profession, and that I'd have experienced as much in life as I already have. That I am all the more bolder, and even richer from the lessons learned and the wisdom gained. It's amazing where life takes you. Sometimes it's not all that extravagant, but even in the small things, it really is such a splendid adventure. :)

It's really hard keeping up regular appearances here these days. It's not for the lack of wanting to, but it's just that life and it's many happenings that keeps me rather busy most times. Being a journalist by profession now, I am technically exercising my writing muscles daily since I am perpetually swamped with assignments. Whilst that in itself is a good thing (since I have chances to improve my writing), the sad thing about it all is that I spend most of my energy writing things for my employer and not on the things I actually want to write and have an interest in (no offense, dear Editor, if you do somehow read this haha :P). So, in an effort to keep this blog alive and well, and also to reignite my passion for doing my own thing, I hereby declare that I will be participating for the April 2011 A to Z Blogging Challenge ! Whee :) The requirements are simple: The premise of the Blogging From A to Z April Challenge is to post something on your blog every day i...

Source: 365 Pictures Daily Photo Prompts As much as people keep saying to have the big picture in mind, sometimes it all just gets a little too overwhelming and confusing.  Now and then, it's nice to just have little pockets of time to yourself, to be absorbed in whatever small, trivial thing you feel like having an interest in. Perhaps no one would notice, or even care, but what matters is you're at peace and enjoying life for whatever it's worth. I treasure those times I have all to myself. Who says it's lonely to be left alone?

Malaysians have Foot In Mouth disease, I told my colleague today at work. She laughed, and that's probably because it's inevitably, embarrasingly true. If you need examples, you need not look far. Just keep up-to-date with daily news updates, and you'll be sure to catch something OR someone who fits this description. There are those authoritative figures who seem to want to say intelligent things, but only prove the contrary the moment they open their mouths. There are the leaders (both past and present) who utter things beyond comprehension because it does not at all jive with what they do at all. There are those who, on purpose, converse in ways obviously intent on riling up the sentiments of another. Then there are those who are always complaining and for all it's worth, just seem to be raising their voice for the mere reason of adding to the noise. Thankfully I don't work for the national dailies. I might just die of incredulity or from the sheer s...

I don't think anyone really reads this blog. Bah. Okay, I'm done whining. Moving along now... :P

Clarity Dissonant reality Tripping on shoelaces downstairs Dignity begging out on the streets Trifles for an impatient palate Menacing glares of passer-bys Philosophers of time Travellers astray Treasure hunts for faith With its crazy weather Teetering ahead Not knowing Brakes from acceleration Bitter truth from sugar coated imagination Watch, as I fly Lie low, breathe, relate The common need, retrace Lest we forget And die

I just updated my profile on LinkedIn awhile ago, and it still amuses me to think of all the odd articles I've done over the past year or so since I made this switch into a writing career.  10 steps on how to settle your credit card debts.  How to buy car insurance in Florida. Memory foam mattresses. Citrine crystals. Is the boss a friend or foe? These are but a few of the extremely varied topics that I've covered in articles I've written previously. It's all very funny when I look back and think of it. I'd really like to write a book about it some time. If I can find people who are willing to read such things, that is. It is insane to think that I started out taking baby steps towards a career in writing by taking on a freelance job to write a bunch of 10 articles every month at a rate of only RM1.50 per article. Imagine that. Would you have done that? But it's amazing how small decisions can add up to bigger things as time goes on. My freelance...

There's nothing like the real thing. I'm listening to David Crowder on my iPod as I'm typing this and thinking how lovely it is to own an authentic Apple product. I'm not about to write a post exalting the virtues of the brand, but just think: there's a good reason why Apple products are in the limelight these days. It's because they really do have something good going. Having an iPod of my own now, I can tell you for a certainty that it is a joy using a product of theirs. And I also say with almost complete certainty that there are plenty of imitation products out there that look like and feel just like an iPhone or iPod, but somehow I'm pretty sure that it wouldn't be quite the same thing. If nothing else, there's the satisfaction that you own something authentic, and that if you were to turn the device around to glance the logo inscribed at the back, it would really read "iPod" and not aPod or some other name that almost is like... but i...

I suppose the thought may have crossed your mind that I was about to talk about my boyfriend's mesmerising gaze, judging by the title of this post.  Well, sorry to disappoint you. Haha. What I actually wanted to write about was the devotion that I shared at my office this morning.  You see, we have this tradition that we do at our office, where every one of us would take turns to share a devotional thought each Monday morning. A positive way to start the week and set the tone, you could say. Well, so anyway, this Monday was my turn and I took the opportunity to share about God's eyes. I arrived at this I kept having Hillsong's I Will Run To You playing in my head for some inexplainable reason. Perhaps it's something God wanted me to say. In any case, that was what I shared and that is what I also wish to post here. I have taken the liberty of turning it into a mini article to make it easier to read and to understand my train of thought. I hope it'll encourage ...