Guess it winds back to time...
when i stood full with lime...
it was just yesterday in a line...
i was less scattered with the dime...
it was more of the words and the word...
my eyes read sentences of that cord...
despairing the clock that clicked...
i sat wavering the pages while it blinked...
devouring cups and extra cup of coffees...
i gulped down the caffeine on my tees...
i smelled the filth of a wrecked insomniac...
despite the fact that i perfumed my nocturniac...
least i caught the pages of words in flames...
i gripped the tails of numbers in trembles....
i wrote a letter instead of letters...
so i scored a number instead of numbers...
the oil from my cheeks shone with guilt...
and i succumbed to the thought of that tilt...
they say the show must go on...
and they tell that i must not con...
there is a but after that sentence...
that i mustn't show my pretense...
I dwell in my worth...
and I dim in my growth...
life is but a river of might and glow...
papers are the rocks that test the flow...
i am but the navigator of my ship...
and ever i will sail in my rift...
Saturday, 25 December 2010
Saturday, 27 November 2010
NerdsVs Jocks.... (walk as a commis)...
The real event unfolded with much surprise and excitement. well, not
actually for me, as i hardly came to feel the excitement of the guest
arriving due to my confinement within the walls of the pastry kitchen.
It was day of some truth and a moment of some baking, which i delivered without hesitance. Pre-event, i was assigned as the person in-charge of the amuse busch but that did not happen coz i was so enrolled in the pastry making that my chef thought i suit there. well, there wasnt much a choice either!!!!!!!!
I had all the fun doing it especially the Chocolate
Mouse where i was busy digging my finger in the melted chocolate. An
AWESOME feeling!!!!!!!!!!!
It was day of some truth and a moment of some baking, which i delivered without hesitance. Pre-event, i was assigned as the person in-charge of the amuse busch but that did not happen coz i was so enrolled in the pastry making that my chef thought i suit there. well, there wasnt much a choice either!!!!!!!!
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| THE CENTER PIECE THAT STOLE THE LIME LIGHT... |
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| THE PASSPORT FOR THE EVENT..... |
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| THE FIRST MOCK-TAIL... |
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| CRUNCHY BREAD SERVED RIGHT AFTER SETTLEMENT... |
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| THE MAIN COURSE... |
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| THE SECOND MOCK-TAIL... |
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| THE TRIO DESSERT.... |
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| CHOCOLATE MOUSEE |
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| LICKING IN CHOCOLATE.... |
Thursday, 25 November 2010
lauren Weisbeger....
I am dumfounded by the words that i read...
these series is freaking awesome..
well, it has everything to do with woman and their women...
friends of age that stands at every bend in the road...
mens of limit that dares to cross that limit...
foes of friends who fall with every rumor they spark...
families of ties that never break with time...
employers of time that break with every joint...
they are a tale told by many but listened by few...
they are women who have thronged among the crowd...
but the crowd never turned to acknowledge its mass...
it is heartening to hear you cry...
and smile between those tears...
women of age.... you are of age now!
DID I? / AM I?
Did I see you walking down the street?
Or was I looking at you running away from me?
Did I see you turning round the bend in the road?
Or am I seeing you escaping from the bend in the road?
Did I watch you leaving my world so cold?
Or am I watching you making my world so cold?
Did I watch you blocking my view from you?
Or was I watching you blocking your view from me?
Did I hear that you are breaking your promise?
Or am I hearing that you made me break your promise?
Did I tell you that I am lost when I look into your eyes?
Or am I telling you that I am lost when I don’t get lost in your eyes?
Or was I looking at you running away from me?
Did I see you turning round the bend in the road?
Or am I seeing you escaping from the bend in the road?
Did I watch you leaving my world so cold?
Or am I watching you making my world so cold?
Did I watch you blocking my view from you?
Or was I watching you blocking your view from me?
Did I hear that you are breaking your promise?
Or am I hearing that you made me break your promise?
Did I tell you that I am lost when I look into your eyes?
Or am I telling you that I am lost when I don’t get lost in your eyes?
Thursday, 18 November 2010
Wednesday, 3 November 2010
A LESSON BEFORE DYING…. (Earnest Gaines)
I WAS NOT THERE, yet I was there. No, I did not go to the trail, I did not hear the verdict, because I knew all the time what it would be. Still, I was there. I was there as much as anyone else was there.
In the world, where black and white are not just two colors but the color of humiliation and superiority. No black could ever dare to bare their strength even when justice landed in the wrong chord. A black must die even though he is just a witness to the death of whites. He will not die a peaceful death but of torment and screams and of sure electrocution. It’s not an honorable death when he is described as a HOG laid to rest.Nobody can save him so he saves himself by accepting his fate and shuns away from the life that he was so passionate for. Neither a tear nor a sweat can beat his hard decision and so writhes in his curse of being born black.
Half torn and completely broken, he awaits his doomsday with valor for his godmother. He stays strong for the fear that sweeps his scattered heart. He promises to leave the dark cell with a smile and a spit instead of tears. Tears have dried long ago when he surmises the reason for the tears that flowed from his godmother’s eyes…
P.S...... A lesson before dying:
Understand the simple heroism if resisting- and defying- the expected.
Be strong and die with valor!
“Gentlemen of the jury, look at him-look at him-look at this. Do you see a man sitting here? I ask you, I implore, look carefully-do you see a man sitting here? Look at the shape of this skull, this face as flat as the palm of my hand-look deeply into those eyes. Do you see a modicum of intelligence?
In the world, where black and white are not just two colors but the color of humiliation and superiority. No black could ever dare to bare their strength even when justice landed in the wrong chord. A black must die even though he is just a witness to the death of whites. He will not die a peaceful death but of torment and screams and of sure electrocution. It’s not an honorable death when he is described as a HOG laid to rest.Half torn and completely broken, he awaits his doomsday with valor for his godmother. He stays strong for the fear that sweeps his scattered heart. He promises to leave the dark cell with a smile and a spit instead of tears. Tears have dried long ago when he surmises the reason for the tears that flowed from his godmother’s eyes…
P.S...... A lesson before dying:
Understand the simple heroism if resisting- and defying- the expected.
Be strong and die with valor!
RAIN OF SOUNDS....
When the rain tips toe on the bars…
I hear a clutter of sound in my ears…
The scream of the lost cop… The feet off the abandoned road…
The fleet of the crowded load…
The curse of a squeezed fowl…
The wish of a lonesome soul…
The roar of the mighty thunder…
The bark of the dog that surrender…
The meow of the cat that squinter …
The wail of the wolf in rows…
The moo of the milking cows…
The gush of the angry river…
The fist of the slow server …
The sway of the branches…
The throbbing of the crutches…
The croak of the dancing frog…
The silence of the floating fog…
The flapping of the penguins…The slashing of the mannequins…
The closing of the shutters…
The gossip that mutters…
The yawn of the sleepy mouth…
The scent of rain travelling south…
The glance of you before me…The sting of you mumble bee…
The brisk flicker of my eyelashes…
The leisure appearance of my blushes…
The laughter of my mates…
The silence of their fates…The cry of happiness…
The smile of lazyness…
The dip of the rain drops...
On the leaves of the tree tops..
Monday, 18 October 2010
THE FOREST HIKE….
The
day before my last day in Penang, I and my friend decided to visit the
tourist attractions. So, our first stop was the Penang National Park. We
had no clue where it was located. We boarded the bus and then followed
the intuitions which worked pretty fine. We reached the place in less
than 30 min. the information counter charged us Rm 5 for the canopy walk
rest everything was free. Cool! Well, we headed off towards the canopy
walk but nothing in sight. We just followed the sign and stopped in
between taking pictures coz memories counts… well, contrast to my idea
of an ideal park, it was actually a forest and it was more wild and
adventurous than Icould ever think of. We took 20 min or more to reach our destination but the thing was closed for lunch break. After waiting for few minutes, the blotch was opened and we could carry on. The walk wasn’t at all scary rather it was amusing. Walking among the canopy sounds exotic and it really was when I was walking among the tree tops and beneath me walked people who looked like tiny tots. It was a fun experiment with height.
We headed off for the monkey beach and the headlight… it was awesome… trust myself… it was crazy!
The blue sea stretched miles away
beyond
the horizon engulfed by green hills on the side. Evergreen trees and
coniferous trees castled on the hills throwing refreshing all around.
The fiddling of the sand with the high shores creates a big wave of
relaxation inside the closed heart. Oh! It was terrific… we had to rush
back but we somehow landed at the sign post that indicated another beach
at around 2920m. Ok, I wanted to give it a try but I wasn’t ready for
the moments that lay ahead. We passed through a jungle with lots of tall
trees with some kind of specialty which I didn’t really go through.
Yeah, I did witness the music area where I could hear strange sounds
which seem to come from nowhere. Then, I followed the buffalo path and
the dug out hill. I was really exhausted by then but I knew I had to go
on. Few hikers pass us by, they looked real tired. I was like, could it
be so hard? Despite the resistance from my friend, I still walked on
till she gave up on me. Finally, after an hour long of hiking, we
managed to reach the beach. Omg! it was beautiful! But I was so tired to
shout at the top of my lungs which I so wanted to. The beach is the
farthest beach so it is the cleanest and damn beautiful. Blue merged
with green, the sands were sandy and the rocks were the mightiest… I had
my day there. It was falling evening so we had to rush back. It was so
amazing to be there. It took us an hour more to reach back and the first
thing was to look for water and food. I did bring some juices but we
finished that way back in our early hopping.It had a good time though my feet gave me trauma for the next two days. But my adventure didn’t end there…. the next moment to drop by was wilder.... wink wink...;>
P.S. its a race with life... you cant stop the fleeting moments...
Friday, 15 October 2010
BY THE SEA
Aite.....
These days everything that i post goes by the beach/sea coz m by it and m loving it especially the view in the MORN..... it takes your breath away... you flip your eye lashes to the flap of the waves and flicker your ears to the sound of the shores.... it so amazing when you just hear the waves flap against the shore, so violently with so much of peace inside... as if everything is falling into the universe and you are devoured in the tides of eternity...
i slide open the glass door to the wide field of forceful morning waves... the fresh breeze rush through my hair and whisper to my skin.... m alive and i am dwelling in the moment of sea..... it travels through my breath and journey to the rusty city life... m bathed in the drops they sprinkle on my face... it is luxurious and its elaborate...
Drops of hot caffeine enters me and I devour both the flavor and the warmth.... its replenishing and relinquishing... the apt coolness to bring down the heat and the good warmth to heat up the cold... its like experimenting with the elements of nature in the aura of nature..... its platonic and its natural.....
the sea after the heavy downpour is a treat to the eyes... once more, i stalked the balcony to see the change of weather but my gaze turned towards the sea. I am blessed again in the EVE... the margins of muddiness no longer exist as the ripples formed engulfs the calamity and the whole sea is returning to the sate of peace.....in par with the drops that's trickle and fall into it....
the horizons no longer separates the sea from the land. they have merged into one and i am floating on the land of sea. the misty air filled the atmosphere with must and freshness.... its like whole of it is waking up again like they do in the morning before the sun touches the horizon....
i could no longer see the flashing of the waves but i can hear the shores being hit by the waves.....
it is a sight to be longed for..... the trickles of the sea plays the music like the drops in the rain....
it hits the chord of the heart and leaves you stunned..... like in a TRANCE.....
These days everything that i post goes by the beach/sea coz m by it and m loving it especially the view in the MORN..... it takes your breath away... you flip your eye lashes to the flap of the waves and flicker your ears to the sound of the shores.... it so amazing when you just hear the waves flap against the shore, so violently with so much of peace inside... as if everything is falling into the universe and you are devoured in the tides of eternity...
i slide open the glass door to the wide field of forceful morning waves... the fresh breeze rush through my hair and whisper to my skin.... m alive and i am dwelling in the moment of sea..... it travels through my breath and journey to the rusty city life... m bathed in the drops they sprinkle on my face... it is luxurious and its elaborate...
Drops of hot caffeine enters me and I devour both the flavor and the warmth.... its replenishing and relinquishing... the apt coolness to bring down the heat and the good warmth to heat up the cold... its like experimenting with the elements of nature in the aura of nature..... its platonic and its natural.....
the sea after the heavy downpour is a treat to the eyes... once more, i stalked the balcony to see the change of weather but my gaze turned towards the sea. I am blessed again in the EVE... the margins of muddiness no longer exist as the ripples formed engulfs the calamity and the whole sea is returning to the sate of peace.....in par with the drops that's trickle and fall into it....
the horizons no longer separates the sea from the land. they have merged into one and i am floating on the land of sea. the misty air filled the atmosphere with must and freshness.... its like whole of it is waking up again like they do in the morning before the sun touches the horizon....
i could no longer see the flashing of the waves but i can hear the shores being hit by the waves.....
it is a sight to be longed for..... the trickles of the sea plays the music like the drops in the rain....
it hits the chord of the heart and leaves you stunned..... like in a TRANCE.....
Wednesday, 13 October 2010
The writing on my forehand....
THE MOVING FINGERS WRITES;
AND HAVING WRIT, MOVES ON:
NOT ALL YOUR PEITY NOR WIT
SHALL LURE IT BACK TO CANCEL A LINE,
NOR ALL YOUR TEARS WASH OUT A WORD OF IT....
Wednesday, 6 October 2010
THE BOOK LIST....
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| THIS IS ONE OF THE MANY BOOKS THAT HAVE MY EYES FIXED ON.... GONNA GRAB ONE COPY IN A WHIFF.... |
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| A BOOK THAT I PROMISED TO LEAF THROUGH COZ I HAD A YEARNING FOR IT FROM TIME INDEFINATE.. |
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| BE FREE IN THE SHALLOW WILD... SANDY BUT FULL OF MIST... A NEW TWIST TO MY PHENOMENON EYES... |
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| INSPIRATION KEEPS ME GOING ON.... EVEN WHEN THINGS FALL DREADLY APART.... A BOOK THAT TOUCHES EVERY DISASTER AND CLAIM EACH PART... |
Monday, 4 October 2010
A DREAM widout a DREAMER....
scary was the night; in the blind dark..
i stood in the wave of surprise and shock...
you were there too... but on the other side of the line...
something pulled me out of my bewilderment...
then i saw you being dragged and thrashed...
i know not why are you being beaten for...
the only thing that i cared to know was ....
it was you who is being victimized...
you smiled in between in your tears...
and clang onto me tight...
i trailed the two back to the groove...
and slammed the door shut in the face of the world...
but you was so morbid as the night itself...
your face was hidden in the dark...
but your pain shined bright with the star...
now i cant remember your couture smile...
but i can feel the warmth of your heart...
you are again a mystery in the neverland....
it was just a dream...
and i am dreamer without a dream....
and i dream a dream.... devoid of the dreamer...
i stood in the wave of surprise and shock...
you were there too... but on the other side of the line...
something pulled me out of my bewilderment...
then i saw you being dragged and thrashed...
i know not why are you being beaten for...
the only thing that i cared to know was ....
it was you who is being victimized...i can no longer bear the silent breath...
so i rushed towards you to take the whip on me...
i didnt felt a single blow on my back...
but i felt the deep pain that you wore...
i caress your blue blown scars...
and kissed your bruised lips...you smiled in between in your tears...
and clang onto me tight...
i trailed the two back to the groove...
and slammed the door shut in the face of the world...
i woke up startled ... finding that it was just a dream...
so crystal clear was the dream...but you was so morbid as the night itself...
your face was hidden in the dark...
but your pain shined bright with the star...
now i cant remember your couture smile...
but i can feel the warmth of your heart...
you are again a mystery in the neverland....
it was just a dream...
and i am dreamer without a dream....
and i dream a dream.... devoid of the dreamer...
Wednesday, 29 September 2010
IF...
...if ever ur words fail to soothe da reading heart...
... forever will i write my words in silence....
... forever will i write my words in silence....
Thursday, 16 September 2010
HOW DO I GO ABOUT THIS????????????
well... how do i exactly go about this... its nerve-wrecking when
words give that stubborn attitude to flow out... to be exact, i am
failing short of words to pen down anything. This is one of times that i
hate the most and it particularly reminds me of the worst exams that i
ever wrote Blank...
Blacking out is a common situation in every phase of emotions: be it be: stress, anger, nervousness, sadness, happiness excitement etc etc but i don't understand why i am blacking out. i am feeling just neutral; not specific in my emotions...
hmmmm was it yesterday???????? oh ya... it was yesterday.... look now my memory is playing hide and seek with me again... coming back.... it was around 1pm,just after having my poor lunch, i was heading back to my room. coming out of the cafeteria, i noticed a white door next to the stewarding area. i was wondering what could be being used for? though i had the pre-notion that it could be the pantry room. i tried pushing the door but it was latched from inside.strangely i saw a big hole on the door near the latch just big enough to fit in my hand. so, i just pushed my hand inside and waved crazily. i meant it to be seriously fun... but after i walked three steps, i heard the door creak open and the steward guy came out of the room. i just happened to look back and saw him and the cafeteria lady standing outside. i started giggling! shit! hehhe... the two of them and my friend were looking blankly at me. i couldn't possibly give back any answer and i was in mid of my giggling phase. so, to end the amusement, i just said to all in common: what?????? the steward guy shouted back, why you put your hand? next time, i will catch you hand and wont let it go. i just gave a laugh and went into the lift. my friend was laughing too and was criticizing me: why, your hand itchy????? i was like.... no... i got an intuition.... shit... i think they thought i saw them in the room and so was disturbing them..... oops!!!!!!!!!! i had no idea that i broke somebody's privacy.....
we laughed the roar!!!
the hospitality industry is such a queer place to be in....... and i am feeling strange.....
Blacking out is a common situation in every phase of emotions: be it be: stress, anger, nervousness, sadness, happiness excitement etc etc but i don't understand why i am blacking out. i am feeling just neutral; not specific in my emotions...
hmmmm was it yesterday???????? oh ya... it was yesterday.... look now my memory is playing hide and seek with me again... coming back.... it was around 1pm,just after having my poor lunch, i was heading back to my room. coming out of the cafeteria, i noticed a white door next to the stewarding area. i was wondering what could be being used for? though i had the pre-notion that it could be the pantry room. i tried pushing the door but it was latched from inside.strangely i saw a big hole on the door near the latch just big enough to fit in my hand. so, i just pushed my hand inside and waved crazily. i meant it to be seriously fun... but after i walked three steps, i heard the door creak open and the steward guy came out of the room. i just happened to look back and saw him and the cafeteria lady standing outside. i started giggling! shit! hehhe... the two of them and my friend were looking blankly at me. i couldn't possibly give back any answer and i was in mid of my giggling phase. so, to end the amusement, i just said to all in common: what?????? the steward guy shouted back, why you put your hand? next time, i will catch you hand and wont let it go. i just gave a laugh and went into the lift. my friend was laughing too and was criticizing me: why, your hand itchy????? i was like.... no... i got an intuition.... shit... i think they thought i saw them in the room and so was disturbing them..... oops!!!!!!!!!! i had no idea that i broke somebody's privacy.....
we laughed the roar!!!
the hospitality industry is such a queer place to be in....... and i am feeling strange.....
Wednesday, 15 September 2010
ERASING THE UNPLEASANT MOMENTS....
oh my gosh!!!!!!!!!!! cant believe,,, i am done with my 10weeks training...
well, to be exact, there is no super high feeling in my heart. it is the same as ever.. i am happy to leave this place and sad to bade goodbye to every other..
guess, thats the way life is meant to be... so that excites happy days ahead...
THE GOODY DAYS ARE WELCOMED AGAIN .....
no more early waking up....
no more sleepy heads in the work place....
no more egg station and nasty comments....
no more running around to refill the empty buffet...
no more chopping sausages, hams and onions.....
no more slicing butter, tomyam leaves....
no more cutting vegetables with all weird names...
no more running to the butcher ...
no more checking menu and doing mis-en-place....
no more cutting fingers and crying in pain....
no more receiving orders and listening to commands...
no more sliding for ala-carte orders ....
no more asking for directions and attention....
no more checking of the duty rooster...
no more changing of the music station on the radio.
no more servicing and smiling at stoned faces...
no more clearing plates and pouring water...
no more room service and asking for the payment...
no more briefings and loud annoyance...
no more waiting for breaks.....
no more punch in and punch out cards....
no more stitching tongues and biting lips...
THE BAD ASPECT OF RETURNING BACK.....
no more hotel rooms to stay in...
no more hot jaccuzi and hot bath tub...
no more prepared canteen food...
no more ice-cream whenever i want...
no more tips and extra tips...
no more 24hour aircon(coz its shoots up electricity bill)
no more merry around in the chiller...
no more learning and cooking...
no more beaches around....
no more sands to walk on....
P.S. it taught me a lot... and i have few more names credited to the journey of my life.......
well, to be exact, there is no super high feeling in my heart. it is the same as ever.. i am happy to leave this place and sad to bade goodbye to every other..
guess, thats the way life is meant to be... so that excites happy days ahead...
THE GOODY DAYS ARE WELCOMED AGAIN .....
no more early waking up....
no more sleepy heads in the work place....
no more egg station and nasty comments....
no more running around to refill the empty buffet...
no more chopping sausages, hams and onions.....
no more slicing butter, tomyam leaves....
no more cutting vegetables with all weird names...
no more running to the butcher ...
no more checking menu and doing mis-en-place....
no more cutting fingers and crying in pain....
no more receiving orders and listening to commands...
no more sliding for ala-carte orders ....
no more asking for directions and attention....
no more checking of the duty rooster...
no more changing of the music station on the radio.
no more servicing and smiling at stoned faces...
no more clearing plates and pouring water...
no more room service and asking for the payment...
no more briefings and loud annoyance...
no more waiting for breaks.....
no more punch in and punch out cards....
no more stitching tongues and biting lips...
THE BAD ASPECT OF RETURNING BACK.....
no more hotel rooms to stay in...
no more hot jaccuzi and hot bath tub...
no more prepared canteen food...
no more ice-cream whenever i want...
no more tips and extra tips...
no more 24hour aircon(coz its shoots up electricity bill)
no more merry around in the chiller...
no more learning and cooking...
no more beaches around....
no more sands to walk on....
P.S. it taught me a lot... and i have few more names credited to the journey of my life.......
Friday, 3 September 2010
DA HEAVY SILENCE WISH....
1.The person who desires to consult the compassionate Buddha must first pay respect to the sacred image and then concentrate, with a clear mind on the wish he/she desires to make.
2. then grip the Sacred image firmly on the body with both hands, make a wish, and ask that you should be able to lift the sacred image lightly without any effort.
3.In doing so, you succeed, and then conform that your wish can be fulfilled in your second attempt, ask that you should not be able to lift it at all. if you succeed again, you can consider that your wish can be fulfilled.
4.If in the first attempt you ask to be able to lift the sacred image lightly and it proved the opposite then you can consider that you wish that you desire is not going to be successful.
i kind of liked the whole aspiration making. infact the Buddha statue is around 1000years old from Thailand. though it is very small in size, it is very heavy.
hmmm but i am happy i succeded.. hope my wish is heard.....
courtesy goes to uncle and aunty Nioh for bringing us around Penang...
P.S.... i silently bury my wish believing that it is heard....
2. then grip the Sacred image firmly on the body with both hands, make a wish, and ask that you should be able to lift the sacred image lightly without any effort.
3.In doing so, you succeed, and then conform that your wish can be fulfilled in your second attempt, ask that you should not be able to lift it at all. if you succeed again, you can consider that your wish can be fulfilled.
4.If in the first attempt you ask to be able to lift the sacred image lightly and it proved the opposite then you can consider that you wish that you desire is not going to be successful.
i kind of liked the whole aspiration making. infact the Buddha statue is around 1000years old from Thailand. though it is very small in size, it is very heavy.
hmmm but i am happy i succeded.. hope my wish is heard.....
courtesy goes to uncle and aunty Nioh for bringing us around Penang...
P.S.... i silently bury my wish believing that it is heard....
DA HEAVY SILENCE WISH....
1.The person who desires to consult the compassionate Buddha must
first pay respect to the sacred image and then concentrate, with a clear
mind on the wish he/she desires to make.
2. then grip the Sacred image firmly on the body with both hands, make a wish, and ask that you should be able to lift the sacred image lightly without any effort.
3.In doing so, you succeed, and then conform that your wish can be fulfilled in your second attempt, ask that you should not be able to lift it at all. if you succeed again, you can consider that your wish can be fulfilled.
4.If in the first attempt you ask to be able to lift the sacred image lightly and it proved the opposite then you can consider that you wish that you desire is not going to be successful.
i kind of liked the whole aspiration making. infact the Buddha statue is around 1000years old from Thailand. though it is very small in size, it is very heavy.
hmmm but i am happy i succeded.. hope my wish is heard.....
courtesy goes to uncle and aunty Nioh for bringing us around Penang...
P.S.... i silently bury my wish believing that it is heard....
2. then grip the Sacred image firmly on the body with both hands, make a wish, and ask that you should be able to lift the sacred image lightly without any effort.
3.In doing so, you succeed, and then conform that your wish can be fulfilled in your second attempt, ask that you should not be able to lift it at all. if you succeed again, you can consider that your wish can be fulfilled.
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| MAKING MA ASPIRATION.... |
4.If in the first attempt you ask to be able to lift the sacred image lightly and it proved the opposite then you can consider that you wish that you desire is not going to be successful.
i kind of liked the whole aspiration making. infact the Buddha statue is around 1000years old from Thailand. though it is very small in size, it is very heavy.
hmmm but i am happy i succeded.. hope my wish is heard.....
courtesy goes to uncle and aunty Nioh for bringing us around Penang...
P.S.... i silently bury my wish believing that it is heard....
Monday, 30 August 2010
ITS IN THE TITLE...
full free time of nothingness....
chop a little and peel a lot more....
clear the most and refill the least....
flip it little and burn it at the flame...
morning glory has turned into evening glory....
but cactus still blooms in the desert.....
speak out soft and mumble loud...
ears hear blindly and eyes watch bluntly...
'this is the obscurity of habituating....
chop a little and peel a lot more....
clear the most and refill the least....
flip it little and burn it at the flame...
morning glory has turned into evening glory....
but cactus still blooms in the desert.....
speak out soft and mumble loud...
ears hear blindly and eyes watch bluntly...
'this is the obscurity of habituating....
Tuesday, 17 August 2010
CHOPPED!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It brings in the hell in me and yet again takes the hell out of me to
stand against the wrong choice. well, to be exact, it isnt a choice
after all; it is the compulsion that is driving me crazy....
A week and few days in the kitchen and i am hating it..... starting from the entrance to the exit which is infact the same doorway....
say masuk kitchen on 10th august... a bad bad day!!!!!!!! saya suka kerja tapi too much is too much and too less is too bad... plus samua chef cakap bahasa malayu... saya tak faham. saya faham sikit sikit tapi saya bukan malayu sebab itu saya benci malayu. tak tahu macam tapi saya benci lah.... god knows....
oops.... i am too bad.... today i peeled of ma tear covering and broke down when the chef talked to me in high pitch. it was too bad for the early start at 7am. guess i was over showered with free hands that i got out to help my friend which was taken as a false step. gosh, it kills to be good and punctual...
saying of good, i am reminded of yesterday, when i was put up at the egg station to take orders and infact prepare the order. it was a trash!!!!!!!!!!! the first few guest order fried egg which came out as an omelet. i got couple of orders for omelet for which the final produce was like a scrambled egg... gosh... in the end, i felt like an idiot omelet... i remember what the English lady told me... she ordered for fried egg without the egg yolk broken and fried on both sides. on top of that difficult order, she kept her eyes fixed on me. dammit, i was sweating with the oil droplets smeared on my glasses. To further add to her amusement, she commented " you are killing the egg before it is fried"! i manage to give out a smile in that wreck of time. " i will be fine with your egg intact" came out from my mouth. that was a sheer reply !!!!!!!!!!! gosh, i said back.... the lady could only smile back and comment again.... that was pretty bad for a starter. but today was kinda fine.... but i hate standing at the egg station..... i hate eggs now...................
i have four more weeks to go in this shitty dept. fingers crossed for that... i wonder how well i can cope.... but yeah, all the chef's knows me by different name... hehe its kinda funny to hear myself being called by so many names..... but i accept with a laugh..... after all, i am a foreigner with a foreign name!!!!!!!!!!!!
A week and few days in the kitchen and i am hating it..... starting from the entrance to the exit which is infact the same doorway....
say masuk kitchen on 10th august... a bad bad day!!!!!!!! saya suka kerja tapi too much is too much and too less is too bad... plus samua chef cakap bahasa malayu... saya tak faham. saya faham sikit sikit tapi saya bukan malayu sebab itu saya benci malayu. tak tahu macam tapi saya benci lah.... god knows....
oops.... i am too bad.... today i peeled of ma tear covering and broke down when the chef talked to me in high pitch. it was too bad for the early start at 7am. guess i was over showered with free hands that i got out to help my friend which was taken as a false step. gosh, it kills to be good and punctual...
saying of good, i am reminded of yesterday, when i was put up at the egg station to take orders and infact prepare the order. it was a trash!!!!!!!!!!! the first few guest order fried egg which came out as an omelet. i got couple of orders for omelet for which the final produce was like a scrambled egg... gosh... in the end, i felt like an idiot omelet... i remember what the English lady told me... she ordered for fried egg without the egg yolk broken and fried on both sides. on top of that difficult order, she kept her eyes fixed on me. dammit, i was sweating with the oil droplets smeared on my glasses. To further add to her amusement, she commented " you are killing the egg before it is fried"! i manage to give out a smile in that wreck of time. " i will be fine with your egg intact" came out from my mouth. that was a sheer reply !!!!!!!!!!! gosh, i said back.... the lady could only smile back and comment again.... that was pretty bad for a starter. but today was kinda fine.... but i hate standing at the egg station..... i hate eggs now...................
i have four more weeks to go in this shitty dept. fingers crossed for that... i wonder how well i can cope.... but yeah, all the chef's knows me by different name... hehe its kinda funny to hear myself being called by so many names..... but i accept with a laugh..... after all, i am a foreigner with a foreign name!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, 10 August 2010
STUPIDITY??????????? OR IGNORANCE.....???????????
Today marks the official 4th day since the flash flood hit ladag. it
tears me down to visualize the scenario though i have seen the images
that are too disastrous to be true. I blame myself for not being there
in times of turmoil and need. Moreover, i am too helpless that i cant
soothe my fears and strengthen somebody's spirit. The communication
lines are dead and i am so graved in reaching out to them.I cant even
talk to my dad and my bro. and ma frnds n my teachers. my heart is
frailing with every seconds passing by.
I know my effort is in ruin but i cant accept that inability. i didnt give up even after trying to call my dad for the umpteenth time. I dont give a shit to the bad line: i just want to hear his voice and secure his presence in this world. i mean to be mean but that's all i can think of being. i called dawa(SL) and she tried to pacify me but i cant control the gush that is pouring out. ultimately i broke out after watching the BBC news and reading the paper. I repeated my effort again. after trying for an hour, i finally got the line. gosh..... it streamed joy to hear his voice again. i couldn't ask him about his well-being coz of the low battery but i know he is safe. and i am more than satisfied. guess, thats the feeling every daughter feels after hearing their dad's strong firm voice. and i pray every daughter share my joy and blessing in such uproar. Sadly, i couldn't have a dialogue with any other person. but i hope and pray they are safe and secure.... i called Dee to find her caught in insecurity. i tried so hard to be strong but i was not able to do so. its fathomable to be cried but it is unfathomable why mine are the only ones to be cried? why? pourqui?
gosh its so hard to go on about it. i need more space and wide privacy for my feelings to flow....
the only changes that have been happening in these times of dullness is that i have changed my deptt. i am working in kitchen now. first day.... n i am like... WTF..... this looks terrible for me only coz i am a non-malay speaking trainee. yeah, i am not a malay and you better not expect me to spit malay in response.... saya cakap malay sekit sekit tapi saya tak suka cakap malayu. faham tak? saya orang indya lapastu saya cakap bahasa hindi.
after working till 11pm, i went up to my room and on the way back i met shein. i expected her to ask me about my 1st day but no.... she asked...Y R U LUKIN SO STUPID??????????? is dat a question to be asked. dammit, i couldnt find any answer for her so i just ask back... M I LUKIN SO STUPID? but i can understand why she asked that. coz i was wearing the bis small size chef jacket with no apron and a black cap. and i looked like a dummy clothed with xtra-large size jacket.. i am kinda lost in it.... hehehe that was the joke of the day at night......
and so m online..... tomoro afternoon shift again.... so no worries.... i can sleep as long as i want. infact, today i promised KC to accompany her to watch Airbender but i was kind of not wanting to go. so i slept behind. i think i did a good thing in my decision coz the film started at 1pm and so i had no chance i can watch it as i have to be back in time for my work......
there is always a second time....,,, i luvit it....
well well.... i need to slow down now...i just sth else to browse over... i am anticipating gud news from leh...... FINGERS CROSSED,,,,,,, IN HOPE!!!!!!!!!!!!
I know my effort is in ruin but i cant accept that inability. i didnt give up even after trying to call my dad for the umpteenth time. I dont give a shit to the bad line: i just want to hear his voice and secure his presence in this world. i mean to be mean but that's all i can think of being. i called dawa(SL) and she tried to pacify me but i cant control the gush that is pouring out. ultimately i broke out after watching the BBC news and reading the paper. I repeated my effort again. after trying for an hour, i finally got the line. gosh..... it streamed joy to hear his voice again. i couldn't ask him about his well-being coz of the low battery but i know he is safe. and i am more than satisfied. guess, thats the feeling every daughter feels after hearing their dad's strong firm voice. and i pray every daughter share my joy and blessing in such uproar. Sadly, i couldn't have a dialogue with any other person. but i hope and pray they are safe and secure.... i called Dee to find her caught in insecurity. i tried so hard to be strong but i was not able to do so. its fathomable to be cried but it is unfathomable why mine are the only ones to be cried? why? pourqui?
gosh its so hard to go on about it. i need more space and wide privacy for my feelings to flow....
the only changes that have been happening in these times of dullness is that i have changed my deptt. i am working in kitchen now. first day.... n i am like... WTF..... this looks terrible for me only coz i am a non-malay speaking trainee. yeah, i am not a malay and you better not expect me to spit malay in response.... saya cakap malay sekit sekit tapi saya tak suka cakap malayu. faham tak? saya orang indya lapastu saya cakap bahasa hindi.
after working till 11pm, i went up to my room and on the way back i met shein. i expected her to ask me about my 1st day but no.... she asked...Y R U LUKIN SO STUPID??????????? is dat a question to be asked. dammit, i couldnt find any answer for her so i just ask back... M I LUKIN SO STUPID? but i can understand why she asked that. coz i was wearing the bis small size chef jacket with no apron and a black cap. and i looked like a dummy clothed with xtra-large size jacket.. i am kinda lost in it.... hehehe that was the joke of the day at night......
and so m online..... tomoro afternoon shift again.... so no worries.... i can sleep as long as i want. infact, today i promised KC to accompany her to watch Airbender but i was kind of not wanting to go. so i slept behind. i think i did a good thing in my decision coz the film started at 1pm and so i had no chance i can watch it as i have to be back in time for my work......
there is always a second time....,,, i luvit it....
well well.... i need to slow down now...i just sth else to browse over... i am anticipating gud news from leh...... FINGERS CROSSED,,,,,,, IN HOPE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sunday, 8 August 2010
M BARELY HANGIN ON......
SHOCK AND BEWILDERMENT.....
STANCE OF THE FAST PACED LANE....
THRONG OF PEOPLE CHAINED IN THE PUDDLES....
IT PIERCES THY HEART TO HEAR THE AGONY THAT CRIED IN DESPAIR....
HOME OF MANY BROOMED IN THE RUBLES.....
HOW CAN NATURE WITCH THE VALLEY THAT WAS TOO INNOCENT TO BE CRAFTED...
EVEN FATE CANNOT DECIPHER THE CODE THAT PLAYED SO CRUEL...
PEOPLE OF THE VALLEY ARE IGNORANT OF GRUESOME TRICKS...
SPARE THE LIVES THAT ARE BLOOMING AT ITS MIGHT...
IT WRETCHES ALL SOULS TO HEAR BETTER SOULS SCREAM IN ISOLATION....
ITS TOO HARD TO BADE GOODBYE...
ITS TOO SOON THAT NAMES ARE ERASED FOREVER.....
AND ITS NOT THE MOMENT TO PRANK THE SOLEMN HEARTS....
STANCE OF THE FAST PACED LANE....
THRONG OF PEOPLE CHAINED IN THE PUDDLES....
IT PIERCES THY HEART TO HEAR THE AGONY THAT CRIED IN DESPAIR....
HOME OF MANY BROOMED IN THE RUBLES.....
HOW CAN NATURE WITCH THE VALLEY THAT WAS TOO INNOCENT TO BE CRAFTED...
EVEN FATE CANNOT DECIPHER THE CODE THAT PLAYED SO CRUEL...
PEOPLE OF THE VALLEY ARE IGNORANT OF GRUESOME TRICKS...
SPARE THE LIVES THAT ARE BLOOMING AT ITS MIGHT...
IT WRETCHES ALL SOULS TO HEAR BETTER SOULS SCREAM IN ISOLATION....
ITS TOO HARD TO BADE GOODBYE...
ITS TOO SOON THAT NAMES ARE ERASED FOREVER.....
AND ITS NOT THE MOMENT TO PRANK THE SOLEMN HEARTS....
Tuesday, 3 August 2010
THOUGHTS SMEAR....... AS INK DOES.....
words echoed in the cold empty room...
and conversation fell onto deaf ears.
I am nobody's somebody to have a say
but i am somebody's nobody to lend a ear...
feelings for the right ....
and fighting for the wrong...
what sense does it make ...
when i am deeply illusioned???????????
mirages formed on the outlines...
images captured on the periphery...
how well a painting can be painted...
if the painter is not smeared in the ink...
P.S. THOUGHTS SMEAR....... AS INK DOES.....
and conversation fell onto deaf ears.
I am nobody's somebody to have a say
but i am somebody's nobody to lend a ear...
feelings for the right ....
and fighting for the wrong...
what sense does it make ...
when i am deeply illusioned???????????
mirages formed on the outlines...
images captured on the periphery...
how well a painting can be painted...
if the painter is not smeared in the ink...
P.S. THOUGHTS SMEAR....... AS INK DOES.....
Friday, 30 July 2010
SCENE OF SELECTION.....
Untold lies and truth unspoken....
all dreams are real till i am woken...
but not all dreams are woven...
partly are they real- broken...
reality may not appeal the heart- wrecken...
but dreams fill up the gaps- sicken....
cant you not see the girl sodden...
in the tears that were blacken..
rekindle the mercy in those eyes- redden...
coz cold-eyes pierce my heart- weaken...
i am frail in my moments -shaken...
i have clang onto your faith- strengthen...
drape me around you -
and here i tighten my lashes- forcefully....
all dreams are real till i am woken...
but not all dreams are woven...
partly are they real- broken...
reality may not appeal the heart- wrecken...
but dreams fill up the gaps- sicken....
cant you not see the girl sodden...
in the tears that were blacken..
rekindle the mercy in those eyes- redden...
coz cold-eyes pierce my heart- weaken...
i am frail in my moments -shaken...
i have clang onto your faith- strengthen...
drape me around you -
and here i tighten my lashes- forcefully....
Wednesday, 28 July 2010
THE NIGHTMARe didnt turn into a DAYMARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
finally i can heave a sigh of relief... i am so done wid ma crazy
nightmare that i had dreamt long time back ... i guess a month back to
be exact. well, it has something to do with my final exam, the papers
that went so badly that i could hardly accept it.
i can still feel the guilt that i felt at that hour: that i can almost scream now if i have the space. but guess what? i never thought my result could be so soothing and unexpected. it was an unexpected but still welcomed.
i shitted a lot about my accounts paper in my post, well... surprisingly, i got a lot more than i ever figured out. hmmm its sounds so very money now.... balance sheet and accounting profit...
i also butted myself at the worst of my language for my marketing paper but now when i look at my result, i am just left with WOW!!!!!!! wonderful of the wonderfullest.......hehehe
And i got full on in English... i luvit...
one thing damn thing,,, i got so low in my F$B..... gosh that was the easiest paper as far as i remember. how can i be so low in that? plus that's my lowest marks in my entire course... that bad... i need an explanation to convince myself...
MY RESULT LOOKS SOMETHING LIKE THIS......
i dunno what to say more....but i am content that i
could keep my marks in the same level..neither rise nor drop...
stagnant.... which can be otherwise described as CONSISTENT....
P.S. ............... I could have done a lot more better but i didn't get worse... that's da thing...
M RELIEVED.... AND IT MATTERS...... A LOT...
i can still feel the guilt that i felt at that hour: that i can almost scream now if i have the space. but guess what? i never thought my result could be so soothing and unexpected. it was an unexpected but still welcomed.
i shitted a lot about my accounts paper in my post, well... surprisingly, i got a lot more than i ever figured out. hmmm its sounds so very money now.... balance sheet and accounting profit...
i also butted myself at the worst of my language for my marketing paper but now when i look at my result, i am just left with WOW!!!!!!! wonderful of the wonderfullest.......hehehe
And i got full on in English... i luvit...
one thing damn thing,,, i got so low in my F$B..... gosh that was the easiest paper as far as i remember. how can i be so low in that? plus that's my lowest marks in my entire course... that bad... i need an explanation to convince myself...
MY RESULT LOOKS SOMETHING LIKE THIS......
Name: TASHI YANGZOM
Student ID: 0904JH87622
Programme: Diploma In Hospitality Management
Semester/Term: 4 (Apr-2010 - Jul-2010)
| Exam Type: Term 4 Examination | |
| Subjects: |
| # | Code | Subject | Marks | Grade | Points | Remarks |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | ACCD415 | Cost Accounting & Elements of Budgeting | 16.10 | - | - | |
| 2 | ASCD414 | Food Science & Sanitation 2 | 17.00 | - | - | |
| 3 | CULD461 | Kitchen Op. 4 | 17.40 | - | - | |
| 4 | ECOD420 | Principles of Economics | 19.20 | - | - | |
| 5 | ENGD403 | Business English - D | 20.00 | - | - | |
| 6 | FBSD451 | Food & Beverage Op. 4 | 14.50 | - | - | |
| 7 | FREG105 | Basic French 1 | 16.20 | - | - | |
| 8 | MKTD423 | Customer Relations & Sales-D | 18.80 | - | - | |
| 9 | RDOD441 | Room Division Op. 4 | 18.73 | - | - | |
| Semester/Overall Average: | 17.55 | |||||
P.S. ............... I could have done a lot more better but i didn't get worse... that's da thing...
M RELIEVED.... AND IT MATTERS...... A LOT...
Tuesday, 27 July 2010
BEAchin.... in da closed walls.....
well... i was off for today.... i was happy i could sleep like a log.
its been like for eternity since i last slept so well. the alarm that i
make to shout at me every morning was also sleeping but i was
accustomed to the 6:30am race. so expectantly, out of routine, i opened
my eyes just to see the time and close back again. it was almost mid-day
when i fully woke up to freshen myself and have a good heavy lunch....
i was tempted to go to the beach with my friends but i had promised my room mate to accompany her to see the doctor. so, unwillingly, things fell in bad shape.... but there is always a second chance.... and m gonna prove it....
tomorrow shift starts at 4pm till 12am... so i will have more than enough of rest that my body can ever have...
hope the business tomorrow wont effect my goody mood...
gotta meet somebody in ma dreams... so tugging in the warmth....
i was tempted to go to the beach with my friends but i had promised my room mate to accompany her to see the doctor. so, unwillingly, things fell in bad shape.... but there is always a second chance.... and m gonna prove it....
tomorrow shift starts at 4pm till 12am... so i will have more than enough of rest that my body can ever have...
hope the business tomorrow wont effect my goody mood...
gotta meet somebody in ma dreams... so tugging in the warmth....
Wednesday, 21 July 2010
SEA OF SEA aNd BEACHES.......
Aite.....
These days everything that i post goes by the beach/sea coz m by it and m loving it especially the view in the MORN..... it takes your breath away... you flip your eye lashes to the flap of the waves and flicker your ears to the sound of the shores.... it so amazing when you just hear the waves flap against the shore, so violently with so much of peace inside... as if everything is falling into the universe and you are devoured in the tides of eternity...
i slide open the glass door to the wide field of forceful morning waves... the fresh breeze rush through my hair and whisper to my skin.... m alive and i am dwelling in the moment of sea..... it travels through my breath and journey to the rusty city life... m bathed in the drops they sprinkle on my face... it is luxurious and its elaborate...
Drops of hot caffeine enters me and I devour both the flavor and the warmth.... its replenishing and relinquishing... the apt coolness to bring down the heat and the good warmth to heat up the cold... its like experimenting with the elements of nature in the aura of nature..... its platonic and its natural.....
the sea after the heavy downpour is a treat to the eyes... once more, i stalked the balcony to see the change of weather but my gaze turned towards the sea. I am blessed again in the EVE... the margins of muddiness no longer exist as the ripples formed engulfs the calamity and the whole sea is returning to the sate of peace.....in par with the drops that's trickle and fall into it....
the horizons no longer separates the sea from the land. they have merged into one and i am floating on the land of sea. the misty air filled the atmosphere with must and freshness.... its like whole of it is waking up again like they do in the morning before the sun touches the horizon....
i could no longer see the flashing of the waves but i can hear the shores being hit by the waves.....
it is a sight to be longed for..... the trickles of the sea plays the music like the drops in the rain....
it hits the chord of the heart and leaves you stunned..... like in a TRANCE.....
These days everything that i post goes by the beach/sea coz m by it and m loving it especially the view in the MORN..... it takes your breath away... you flip your eye lashes to the flap of the waves and flicker your ears to the sound of the shores.... it so amazing when you just hear the waves flap against the shore, so violently with so much of peace inside... as if everything is falling into the universe and you are devoured in the tides of eternity...
i slide open the glass door to the wide field of forceful morning waves... the fresh breeze rush through my hair and whisper to my skin.... m alive and i am dwelling in the moment of sea..... it travels through my breath and journey to the rusty city life... m bathed in the drops they sprinkle on my face... it is luxurious and its elaborate...
Drops of hot caffeine enters me and I devour both the flavor and the warmth.... its replenishing and relinquishing... the apt coolness to bring down the heat and the good warmth to heat up the cold... its like experimenting with the elements of nature in the aura of nature..... its platonic and its natural.....
the sea after the heavy downpour is a treat to the eyes... once more, i stalked the balcony to see the change of weather but my gaze turned towards the sea. I am blessed again in the EVE... the margins of muddiness no longer exist as the ripples formed engulfs the calamity and the whole sea is returning to the sate of peace.....in par with the drops that's trickle and fall into it....
the horizons no longer separates the sea from the land. they have merged into one and i am floating on the land of sea. the misty air filled the atmosphere with must and freshness.... its like whole of it is waking up again like they do in the morning before the sun touches the horizon....
i could no longer see the flashing of the waves but i can hear the shores being hit by the waves.....
it is a sight to be longed for..... the trickles of the sea plays the music like the drops in the rain....
it hits the chord of the heart and leaves you stunned..... like in a TRANCE.....
Tuesday, 20 July 2010
troublesome BITTERNESS.....
draggin along the sand of lifes piiful emotions.....
guess m left wid only the slipping particles.....
welll.... how do i go about it? its fairly unjustice that i am left to be left behind. but i can justify the Karma that edged so slow and at the right hitched pace..
.. m lost but m stil in direction!!!!!!!!! how can i say about it?
i am destined to be here,,, and i am fated not to be hapless....
something is bothering me... but i cant understand how can it bother me?
its a frail story and i have played no part in it. but deep dowm i am at guilt.....
i dunno why??????????
show me some shooting stars..... i can realy wish a wish right now!!!!!!!!!!
guess m left wid only the slipping particles.....
welll.... how do i go about it? its fairly unjustice that i am left to be left behind. but i can justify the Karma that edged so slow and at the right hitched pace..
.. m lost but m stil in direction!!!!!!!!! how can i say about it?
i am destined to be here,,, and i am fated not to be hapless....
something is bothering me... but i cant understand how can it bother me?
its a frail story and i have played no part in it. but deep dowm i am at guilt.....
i dunno why??????????
show me some shooting stars..... i can realy wish a wish right now!!!!!!!!!!
Saturday, 17 July 2010
occupied.... by the sea...
the spread of the blue sea, just after the torrential rain promises a new outlook to living,,,, life by the sea....
it has been almost a week since i arrive here in penang,... well i was not at all ready for this training and looks like i am still not grasping it. the bus ride from Kl was pleasant and the stay here is also treating me well. thtas coz m accomodated in the hotel room itself, kinda good for me.
i trained myself in banquet first. i accepted it with fleeting steps and work overload but also with ample of breaks. i moved to F$B. trust me, it suxs. partly coz it is buffet style and there's nothing much to about it. plus i can't get to nibble anything. that's real torture..... if you ask me... positioned like a walking pillar!!!!!!!!
i cant comment much about the hotel standard but one thing is so apparent.... the star rating.... now i know the difference between budgeted and high-budgeted hotel... gosh.... it has an ocean of difference.
one thing,...i hate the most... eveybody give me that terror look when i tell them m from indya.... gosh... just learn it and accept it... m sick of answering the same question umpteenth time from the different mouths. when i tell the truth, they just dont believe me but when i lie about it, they are greater fools to accept it... whats wrong with the world and the people in it? esp the people here..... for god sake, read the geography of indya... not all Indians are tamils and not tamilians are true indians.... for your own sake, go beyond the tamil knowledge. i am sick of giving out the information.... you are getting over my head..... LOL.... and i hate terrorism and i am sick of seeing that terror face when you encounter me... i am not an alien in indya...
never seen an Indian out side India?
anyways,, people here are weird as they look.. nothing surprising. the beach is cool but i cant find my way and time to get there... it s high time, i stroll around to get a sniff of the island...
its also time i curl back into bed... coz tomorrow i am working 7-3 pace...it is sickening but i am a servant...
ORDER GIVEN IS ORDER TAKEN.....
it has been almost a week since i arrive here in penang,... well i was not at all ready for this training and looks like i am still not grasping it. the bus ride from Kl was pleasant and the stay here is also treating me well. thtas coz m accomodated in the hotel room itself, kinda good for me.
i trained myself in banquet first. i accepted it with fleeting steps and work overload but also with ample of breaks. i moved to F$B. trust me, it suxs. partly coz it is buffet style and there's nothing much to about it. plus i can't get to nibble anything. that's real torture..... if you ask me... positioned like a walking pillar!!!!!!!!
i cant comment much about the hotel standard but one thing is so apparent.... the star rating.... now i know the difference between budgeted and high-budgeted hotel... gosh.... it has an ocean of difference.
one thing,...i hate the most... eveybody give me that terror look when i tell them m from indya.... gosh... just learn it and accept it... m sick of answering the same question umpteenth time from the different mouths. when i tell the truth, they just dont believe me but when i lie about it, they are greater fools to accept it... whats wrong with the world and the people in it? esp the people here..... for god sake, read the geography of indya... not all Indians are tamils and not tamilians are true indians.... for your own sake, go beyond the tamil knowledge. i am sick of giving out the information.... you are getting over my head..... LOL.... and i hate terrorism and i am sick of seeing that terror face when you encounter me... i am not an alien in indya...
never seen an Indian out side India?
anyways,, people here are weird as they look.. nothing surprising. the beach is cool but i cant find my way and time to get there... it s high time, i stroll around to get a sniff of the island...
its also time i curl back into bed... coz tomorrow i am working 7-3 pace...it is sickening but i am a servant...
ORDER GIVEN IS ORDER TAKEN.....
Friday, 9 July 2010
NO NEWS IS GOOD NEWS.... admit it.... u r not alone..
It’s hard to say good bye… hard! Nah, infact it’s not viable to bade goodbye.
I show no keen to know the day you floated away... but I detest the day today…
How happily I jumped on your wall to wish you the most beautiful day of your life. I truly meant to be the first to wish you. I looked further down to check any first wishes but good lord, all the wishes told a different tale. Dammit, it was your BIRTHDAY! For lord’s sake!!! The messages lying down there pierced my eyes when I read it. It should have been something like… HAPPY BIRTHDAY instead of DEEP CONDOLENCES… it must be some kind of joke… but such ghastly joke...Nah, did I really read your name or was it another person with your name. No, it says the body will arrive in our home… does that mean it is really you??????? I can’t fathom the words…I think I am fooled….oh gosh,,, it was your good damn birthday…. How can anybody just change the day????????
It narrates the story of the incident and it wrecks my heart to imagine the agony you have endured at THE critical moment of your life. It was a matter of your life and death, for lord’s sake. How can they not see it?????????? Fools are they, who blinded their conscience and caged you away from us. Can they not, look upon the path where they are heading? Though I understand the impermanency of life, but then, why must you be the victim among all?
I scrolled down to see that you have left me a message on the 1st of july. Yeah! Now I well remember it. You talked about your beautiful days with the snow and that you are back to work. You were telling me to take care of myself. I wrote you back at that instant but now I am not sure whether you read it or not?
How were you so sure of your departure? Coz you never wrote to me in one whole year but informed me of your presence two days before you shunned down.
I am still living in obscurity. Can there be no news???????? You have isolated me in deep fear…
Good young lad you were!!!! Responsible, caring and a lovely brother… I can hardly trace the lines where we had each other’s company coz you have erased all possibilities of revival. But you live in our hearts…. And you are still the big young brother, I ever had!!!
I grief in your absence for the love that will never float again, for the lovely family that you have left behind and for the world, who lost you!!!!!
Hundreds and thousands of words can be written below your epitome but it seems futile coz you won’t care to read it. The care is less cared, yet alone, when you are missing from the crowd.
P.S. I MIZ U…HOW Can u justify your act of departure by just leaving a frail note of Take CARE….
I show no keen to know the day you floated away... but I detest the day today…
How happily I jumped on your wall to wish you the most beautiful day of your life. I truly meant to be the first to wish you. I looked further down to check any first wishes but good lord, all the wishes told a different tale. Dammit, it was your BIRTHDAY! For lord’s sake!!! The messages lying down there pierced my eyes when I read it. It should have been something like… HAPPY BIRTHDAY instead of DEEP CONDOLENCES… it must be some kind of joke… but such ghastly joke...Nah, did I really read your name or was it another person with your name. No, it says the body will arrive in our home… does that mean it is really you??????? I can’t fathom the words…I think I am fooled….oh gosh,,, it was your good damn birthday…. How can anybody just change the day????????
It narrates the story of the incident and it wrecks my heart to imagine the agony you have endured at THE critical moment of your life. It was a matter of your life and death, for lord’s sake. How can they not see it?????????? Fools are they, who blinded their conscience and caged you away from us. Can they not, look upon the path where they are heading? Though I understand the impermanency of life, but then, why must you be the victim among all?
I scrolled down to see that you have left me a message on the 1st of july. Yeah! Now I well remember it. You talked about your beautiful days with the snow and that you are back to work. You were telling me to take care of myself. I wrote you back at that instant but now I am not sure whether you read it or not?
How were you so sure of your departure? Coz you never wrote to me in one whole year but informed me of your presence two days before you shunned down.
I am still living in obscurity. Can there be no news???????? You have isolated me in deep fear…
Good young lad you were!!!! Responsible, caring and a lovely brother… I can hardly trace the lines where we had each other’s company coz you have erased all possibilities of revival. But you live in our hearts…. And you are still the big young brother, I ever had!!!
I grief in your absence for the love that will never float again, for the lovely family that you have left behind and for the world, who lost you!!!!!
Hundreds and thousands of words can be written below your epitome but it seems futile coz you won’t care to read it. The care is less cared, yet alone, when you are missing from the crowd.
P.S. I MIZ U…HOW Can u justify your act of departure by just leaving a frail note of Take CARE….
Sunday, 4 July 2010
THE LONELY link.... chained ...
YOU ARE YET ANOTHER BELIEVER!!!
SKY IS NOT THE LIMIT...
EVEN THE SILENT SEA DOES THE WHISPER LOUD...
PAINT THE GLO0MY CANVAS....
EVERYTHING IS STILL IN THE WAIT OF THE HOUR....
Tuesday, 22 June 2010
new media..... N MISHAP....
NEW MEDIA TOMORROW
People’s obsession for tomorrow can be well defined through the usage of good-night implying that a new dawn will embrace them once they wake up from the sleep. How much of the good-nights are wished face to face? Let’s not take into consideration the friends and relatives staying miles away. Even the people staying in the same house text one another or have the internal line to say good night instead of wishing personally. This is one scenario where the new media comes into play. If this is a simple case of media today, then it is definitely a question to be pondered over by everyone, how will the new media look like?
From the time immemorial, communication has always been an integral part of survival. All forms of life speak its own language. Dogs bark, cat’s meow, donkeys braw, snake hiss and so on; human beings are therefore not an exception. Be it being the language spoken through signs, symbols, pictures/drawings, communication has influenced the entire civilization. With evolution in time, the way we mediate has changed its course and dialogue but still we do the talking. Technology has revolutionized the communication theory. Not even a single thing of the history has been spared by technology. We all can talk about the benefits and convenience of technology but very few can analyze the world into which we are being directed. At this stance of paced living, the media that will be adopted by people in the new tomorrow comes into the picture.
The interactive media will be as much a threat to newspapers as to television stations. While the basics of newspaper and magazine publishing have changed little, television has moved from black and white to color, from a single delivery system to multiple systems, and from inactive to increasingly interactive systems. Radio and newspapers have survived, although perhaps less profitably than the television. Television has turned the clock of the hour. Mobile and real news are more exciting than the written and pictured news and so the newspapers lose to TV. Radio has lost its sensibility long ago when the image of the news reader and singers sang song personally on the TV screen. Now we are accepting the raging influence of satellites and optic fibers.
Miniaturization and durability will be the new tomorrow. In the process of minimizing, the society will be bundled up in the wires. A wired world will succeed the modern world. A look around ourselves, we will find ourselves half knitted in colorful wires in the name of close communication. Major components of this group include cellular telephones, facsimile machines, and electronic mail systems. The so- called wired grid is in place. Not only are the computers talking to computers, but humans are communicating with computers and one another through an interconnected network of telephone, electronic mail and cable television systems. Information flowing through that network, moreover, is readily entered in spoken and written as well as keyed form, and the system will be able to respond to inquiries in any of those formats. The fate of this communication in the mere tomorrow will be translated as: not only the humans will be talking and listening to the computer; they will also be arguing and negotiating with it. Scores of Beautiful faces will be supplanted by a single screen and long wires. This holds true for the people of the whole world irrespective of age, color or creed.
Humans desire to communicate with every other creature will be fulfilled with the introduction of robotic animals. Robots add up to the new communicator of the tomorrow’s world. Though it may serve as a helper, but they will be the ones who listen to our words and our orders. It is strange yet appealing that the communication tomorrow will be between the pet animals and the master in a language made known to both. It will be no longer a fantasy for the children to ponder why dogs bark?
Demographically, by lifestyle, and in terms of need and desire for information, audiences are continually changing. Variables at work in each of these categories directly or indirectly influence the productivity of the communication process. As such, they demand continuing attention of every communicator in their own way. Audiences that communicators seek to influence today bear little resemblance to those of yesterday. As such, differences of similar or greater magnitude will also develop between today's audiences and tomorrow's. We can only visualize the coming tomorrow but we cannot think of communicating with the new tomorrow.
It will be new as it is not the present! It is the new tomorrow!
People’s obsession for tomorrow can be well defined through the usage of good-night implying that a new dawn will embrace them once they wake up from the sleep. How much of the good-nights are wished face to face? Let’s not take into consideration the friends and relatives staying miles away. Even the people staying in the same house text one another or have the internal line to say good night instead of wishing personally. This is one scenario where the new media comes into play. If this is a simple case of media today, then it is definitely a question to be pondered over by everyone, how will the new media look like?
From the time immemorial, communication has always been an integral part of survival. All forms of life speak its own language. Dogs bark, cat’s meow, donkeys braw, snake hiss and so on; human beings are therefore not an exception. Be it being the language spoken through signs, symbols, pictures/drawings, communication has influenced the entire civilization. With evolution in time, the way we mediate has changed its course and dialogue but still we do the talking. Technology has revolutionized the communication theory. Not even a single thing of the history has been spared by technology. We all can talk about the benefits and convenience of technology but very few can analyze the world into which we are being directed. At this stance of paced living, the media that will be adopted by people in the new tomorrow comes into the picture.
The interactive media will be as much a threat to newspapers as to television stations. While the basics of newspaper and magazine publishing have changed little, television has moved from black and white to color, from a single delivery system to multiple systems, and from inactive to increasingly interactive systems. Radio and newspapers have survived, although perhaps less profitably than the television. Television has turned the clock of the hour. Mobile and real news are more exciting than the written and pictured news and so the newspapers lose to TV. Radio has lost its sensibility long ago when the image of the news reader and singers sang song personally on the TV screen. Now we are accepting the raging influence of satellites and optic fibers.
Miniaturization and durability will be the new tomorrow. In the process of minimizing, the society will be bundled up in the wires. A wired world will succeed the modern world. A look around ourselves, we will find ourselves half knitted in colorful wires in the name of close communication. Major components of this group include cellular telephones, facsimile machines, and electronic mail systems. The so- called wired grid is in place. Not only are the computers talking to computers, but humans are communicating with computers and one another through an interconnected network of telephone, electronic mail and cable television systems. Information flowing through that network, moreover, is readily entered in spoken and written as well as keyed form, and the system will be able to respond to inquiries in any of those formats. The fate of this communication in the mere tomorrow will be translated as: not only the humans will be talking and listening to the computer; they will also be arguing and negotiating with it. Scores of Beautiful faces will be supplanted by a single screen and long wires. This holds true for the people of the whole world irrespective of age, color or creed.
Humans desire to communicate with every other creature will be fulfilled with the introduction of robotic animals. Robots add up to the new communicator of the tomorrow’s world. Though it may serve as a helper, but they will be the ones who listen to our words and our orders. It is strange yet appealing that the communication tomorrow will be between the pet animals and the master in a language made known to both. It will be no longer a fantasy for the children to ponder why dogs bark?
Demographically, by lifestyle, and in terms of need and desire for information, audiences are continually changing. Variables at work in each of these categories directly or indirectly influence the productivity of the communication process. As such, they demand continuing attention of every communicator in their own way. Audiences that communicators seek to influence today bear little resemblance to those of yesterday. As such, differences of similar or greater magnitude will also develop between today's audiences and tomorrow's. We can only visualize the coming tomorrow but we cannot think of communicating with the new tomorrow.
It will be new as it is not the present! It is the new tomorrow!
Sunday, 20 June 2010
U R REMEMBERED MORE TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I felt cold and i huddled in your warmth. you stroked my long black hair and whispered, Baby! i wont let you freeze....
it is the moment that i clanged on forever.
you may not have talked the talk but definitely walked the walk on my path.
Your endless strength helps me to keep on going though i frail and fall at times
but i never fail to look into your eyes and say: i am proud for you...and you can keep the stare even i collapse to hold it.
coz i know you will strive in my effort.
you are the one inspiration that rekindles my whole aspiration.
i remember you in times of laughter and joy wishing you were with me....
you are omniscient in my sorrows and pain, soothing the broken tears to flow the pain away...
you light up my world when i have grown dark and grouchy...
i care for you.... coz you cared for me... my mama n daddy both resides in you...
it maybe a mimic if i say i can hear your pain... but the fact is, i never cared to hear your pain coz you never spoke about it.
why has your life destined to be so roughened to smoothed my living....
when you draw me close in your arms... i can hear you breathing,...
a deep breath that takes my breath away....
you kiss away my every pain... its unfathomable how you can cry so deep for me...
little do i understand my staggering steps... when i hear your firm footsteps...
you sheltered my life... and i owe it all to you...
i may have never uttered a word before you..
but daddy
you mean the world to me...
P.S. ...old as i am, i still remember my daddy everytime..
it is the moment that i clanged on forever.
you may not have talked the talk but definitely walked the walk on my path.
Your endless strength helps me to keep on going though i frail and fall at times
but i never fail to look into your eyes and say: i am proud for you...and you can keep the stare even i collapse to hold it.
coz i know you will strive in my effort.
you are the one inspiration that rekindles my whole aspiration.
i remember you in times of laughter and joy wishing you were with me....
you are omniscient in my sorrows and pain, soothing the broken tears to flow the pain away...
you light up my world when i have grown dark and grouchy...
i care for you.... coz you cared for me... my mama n daddy both resides in you...
it maybe a mimic if i say i can hear your pain... but the fact is, i never cared to hear your pain coz you never spoke about it.
why has your life destined to be so roughened to smoothed my living....
when you draw me close in your arms... i can hear you breathing,...
a deep breath that takes my breath away....
you kiss away my every pain... its unfathomable how you can cry so deep for me...
little do i understand my staggering steps... when i hear your firm footsteps...
you sheltered my life... and i owe it all to you...
i may have never uttered a word before you..
but daddy
you mean the world to me...
P.S. ...old as i am, i still remember my daddy everytime..
Wednesday, 16 June 2010
IMPRESSION.... in ur face...
IT IMPRESSED THE EXPRESSION....
AND IT EXPRESSED THE IMPRESSION....
SO IT EXPRESSED TO IMPRESSS....
STRAIGHT IN YOUR FACE!!!!!!!!!!!
WISH..... I can time back the time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sighhhhhh
I badly need to rewrite my exam papers again. I have never felt so
bad about my papers before. Partly because I wrote it so badly, as bad
as the papers that was so white and ghastly. I remembered I thanked lord
for the familiar questions but I forgot to ask him for a little more
memory to answer those questions. So, likely, I ran out of my so called
common sense. It taught me the most common lesson that took years to
embed in my head- COMMON SENSE IS NOT SO COMMON!
1st day of my final exam….
9am-11am: Business English... gosh, I was so damn nervous when I headed towards the door to be seated. But as always English is like the slipping sand… so smooth and yet so stagnant… I wish every exam was English…. I had to write 1 cover letter, one letter of complaint, 2 documents and few active& passive sentences….
12pm- 2pm: Basic French 1… lol, I was anticipating the toughest of my time but luckily I think I managed to seep through it. As it was very basic, all the grammar was included and also I had to describe a picture which was as bad as… anything you can think of. Yeah, I even had to write something about me in French in not less than 50 words but I knew about it beforehand… so I wrote…
Salut! Je m’appelle Tashi. Je habite a’ Selangor en Malaisie. Je suis étudiante de la fac Taylor. Mes parents s’appellent tashi sandup et tashi dolma. Mon père’ est gentilé et sympa. Il a 50 ans. Il est chef de famille. Ma mère’ est belle est jolie. J’ai deux faires. Ils s’appellent Otzer et Chakdor. Ils sont étudient aussi en Inde. Moi, indienne et j’habite aves mes famille. J’aime beaucoup la musiqué, la lecture et la danse. Je parle anglais, ‘indienne et français. Je n’ai pas étudient.
A’ bientôt.....
3pm- 5pm : Food science and sanitation 2... the paper came out as expected. It was fairly easy despite my bad feeling. It’s all about HACCP- hazard analysis and critical control point. I think by now, I have developed a strong detest against HACCP. Who cares about sanitation if not for the health commission… (gosh it killed me to sit in the class so like I do, I always sneak onto novels…. Great attention… )
2nd day of my exam….
9-11am: principles of economics… gosh I hated to study economics but trust me, the paper was exactly the same the lecturer displayed as a sample. Gosh, if only I had paid a heed to him at that moment. But no regrets… coz I am not that unhappy with how it went.
12-2pm: Customer relation and sales…. Here comes the whale of the sea. Dammit, I am feeling so bad that my paper looked like a piece of abandoned shit. Even though I knew all the answers somehow I couldn’t relate my answers to the questions. Miss Suzanne gave us the tips beforehand. She even told us about the case study on the recent Thailand riots but I expected it to like the one which showed as the sample. Damn, it was so lot different. She gave only figures in the case study and expects us to relate personal equation to it. Oh lord! How can I possibly relate good grooming to dropping sales figure? Either I was mad enough not to grasp anything or it was beyond my understanding capacity. I am sunken in deep shit now. There goes my mood and my motivation to write anything further. …I hate to think about it... ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH
3PM-5PM: Elements of Budgeting and cost accounting… the more glam and great the subject sounds the uglier and degrading it is. I do not mean to sound so bad but I can’t help it. Though the paper was pretty ok, I failed to deliver it as prettily as it looked. I left void spaces in the first section and again in the calculation section. I knew the theory and the method but I dunno how I missed out one simple step that cost me my entire marks. I didn’t realize my mistake even after submitting my paper. it was only when my friend asked me about it after one hour of the exam and then, my memory reversed as a shock to myself. I haven’t felt so bad before. I lost my entire mood to party and have fun so I crawled into my bed at 6pm and slept till 5am. Gosh it’s nearly 12 hours round the clock.
I was obliged to wake up because of the commis service I have to render at 7:30am coz it was COMPULSORY. The basic idea behind it is to help the seniors in their final exam and also see for ourselves how the exams are being conducted. It looks pretty scary with 5 external examiners and 5-6 internal examiners. The restaurant was floating with examiners. I was restricted to the Bar service. It was simple- keep the bar clean and make coffee/ tea when requested. I made myself few cups of coffee. So I had my day…
But the day was not yet over… hehe coz I had to rush to the stewarding area to help with the cutleries and crockery’s. Oh my Gosh, I worked like a donkey…. My lecturer told me the same thing. At least it was noticed. I am glad. My commis work finished by 2pm. And so I am back with a dizzy head and drained energy.
The exam week was stressful but I never missed to watch at least one football match or watch a movie. Guess that infidelity paid me back in the form of blankness…
P.S. I wish I can rewind everything that I winded wrongly….
1st day of my final exam….
9am-11am: Business English... gosh, I was so damn nervous when I headed towards the door to be seated. But as always English is like the slipping sand… so smooth and yet so stagnant… I wish every exam was English…. I had to write 1 cover letter, one letter of complaint, 2 documents and few active& passive sentences….
12pm- 2pm: Basic French 1… lol, I was anticipating the toughest of my time but luckily I think I managed to seep through it. As it was very basic, all the grammar was included and also I had to describe a picture which was as bad as… anything you can think of. Yeah, I even had to write something about me in French in not less than 50 words but I knew about it beforehand… so I wrote…
Salut! Je m’appelle Tashi. Je habite a’ Selangor en Malaisie. Je suis étudiante de la fac Taylor. Mes parents s’appellent tashi sandup et tashi dolma. Mon père’ est gentilé et sympa. Il a 50 ans. Il est chef de famille. Ma mère’ est belle est jolie. J’ai deux faires. Ils s’appellent Otzer et Chakdor. Ils sont étudient aussi en Inde. Moi, indienne et j’habite aves mes famille. J’aime beaucoup la musiqué, la lecture et la danse. Je parle anglais, ‘indienne et français. Je n’ai pas étudient.
A’ bientôt.....
3pm- 5pm : Food science and sanitation 2... the paper came out as expected. It was fairly easy despite my bad feeling. It’s all about HACCP- hazard analysis and critical control point. I think by now, I have developed a strong detest against HACCP. Who cares about sanitation if not for the health commission… (gosh it killed me to sit in the class so like I do, I always sneak onto novels…. Great attention… )
2nd day of my exam….
9-11am: principles of economics… gosh I hated to study economics but trust me, the paper was exactly the same the lecturer displayed as a sample. Gosh, if only I had paid a heed to him at that moment. But no regrets… coz I am not that unhappy with how it went.
12-2pm: Customer relation and sales…. Here comes the whale of the sea. Dammit, I am feeling so bad that my paper looked like a piece of abandoned shit. Even though I knew all the answers somehow I couldn’t relate my answers to the questions. Miss Suzanne gave us the tips beforehand. She even told us about the case study on the recent Thailand riots but I expected it to like the one which showed as the sample. Damn, it was so lot different. She gave only figures in the case study and expects us to relate personal equation to it. Oh lord! How can I possibly relate good grooming to dropping sales figure? Either I was mad enough not to grasp anything or it was beyond my understanding capacity. I am sunken in deep shit now. There goes my mood and my motivation to write anything further. …I hate to think about it... ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH
3PM-5PM: Elements of Budgeting and cost accounting… the more glam and great the subject sounds the uglier and degrading it is. I do not mean to sound so bad but I can’t help it. Though the paper was pretty ok, I failed to deliver it as prettily as it looked. I left void spaces in the first section and again in the calculation section. I knew the theory and the method but I dunno how I missed out one simple step that cost me my entire marks. I didn’t realize my mistake even after submitting my paper. it was only when my friend asked me about it after one hour of the exam and then, my memory reversed as a shock to myself. I haven’t felt so bad before. I lost my entire mood to party and have fun so I crawled into my bed at 6pm and slept till 5am. Gosh it’s nearly 12 hours round the clock.
I was obliged to wake up because of the commis service I have to render at 7:30am coz it was COMPULSORY. The basic idea behind it is to help the seniors in their final exam and also see for ourselves how the exams are being conducted. It looks pretty scary with 5 external examiners and 5-6 internal examiners. The restaurant was floating with examiners. I was restricted to the Bar service. It was simple- keep the bar clean and make coffee/ tea when requested. I made myself few cups of coffee. So I had my day…
But the day was not yet over… hehe coz I had to rush to the stewarding area to help with the cutleries and crockery’s. Oh my Gosh, I worked like a donkey…. My lecturer told me the same thing. At least it was noticed. I am glad. My commis work finished by 2pm. And so I am back with a dizzy head and drained energy.
The exam week was stressful but I never missed to watch at least one football match or watch a movie. Guess that infidelity paid me back in the form of blankness…
P.S. I wish I can rewind everything that I winded wrongly….
IMPRESSION.... express to impress....
The anticipation with the drops of perspiration beaded on thy brow
lasted long enough to cool down the heat that radiated hot. It has been
weeks of running in between the people and the papers that a sudden run
along the aisle seem like an empty void. Thanks to the faces that
supplanted the titles that finally I have heaved out my long and deep
sigh of relief. 10th of June 2010 wouldn’t have made a deep IMPRESSION
on my life if not for my short life as the vice-president of the forum.
Well, all the credit goes to Derrick who voted for me to run for the President seat. That came as a shocking surprise as I never thought anybody would see the president in me. I prayed for the wrong toss. Well, I was saved with one less vote than my President. So that’s how I was chosen to be the V.P. you got to do one thing in your life so I took it. I judged fair when I chaired the first meeting followed by the second meeting that was really productive. The final meeting was all about getting the jobs done and settling the final decorum for the forum. And so the forum was all set to get audience.
IMPRESSION- express to impress… was all about your first impression!!! Guess, it is the key to all locks. Our speakers for the event were on fairly judgmental backgrounds.
A gentleman- Mr Murphy Lee (life planner) Great eastern insurance.--- Detailing from the first eye contact till the last firm handshake…
Ms. Suzanne Lee (lecturer, Sales and marketing), Taylors College…exclusively about the body language that reads out your entire personality…
Ms. Eva Koh (Hair stylist) Snips hair dressing saloon… the hair that suits the eye and the character you are wearing on yourself with live demo on hair makeup and face make up…. It was meant to be interesting…
The three speakers were the weight of the forum apart from our impressive stage presentation and venue. We had the biggest lecture hall that can accommodate more than 300 people. I admit I was real scared and in complete paradox about the emptiness of the hall. But I was proved wrong. Thanks to our 3 days of continued advertisement and mutual agreement between the other groups.
At the end of the day, it is the effort that counts to be a success, though numbers are still doing the counting. It was a pleasure to share the space with our mentor, Ms Vivian. I solely appreciate the co-operation of my entire group esp. my President, and the Deco team. It was a show worth ticketing. There may not be a red carpet laid down for the event but the two white canvass boards to crave out every individuals signature curbed the red carpet away.
It is to be remembered by all the blue ribboned tags hanging down the neck of every committee members.
We expressed and so we impressed!!!
Well, all the credit goes to Derrick who voted for me to run for the President seat. That came as a shocking surprise as I never thought anybody would see the president in me. I prayed for the wrong toss. Well, I was saved with one less vote than my President. So that’s how I was chosen to be the V.P. you got to do one thing in your life so I took it. I judged fair when I chaired the first meeting followed by the second meeting that was really productive. The final meeting was all about getting the jobs done and settling the final decorum for the forum. And so the forum was all set to get audience.
IMPRESSION- express to impress… was all about your first impression!!! Guess, it is the key to all locks. Our speakers for the event were on fairly judgmental backgrounds.
A gentleman- Mr Murphy Lee (life planner) Great eastern insurance.--- Detailing from the first eye contact till the last firm handshake…
Ms. Suzanne Lee (lecturer, Sales and marketing), Taylors College…exclusively about the body language that reads out your entire personality…
Ms. Eva Koh (Hair stylist) Snips hair dressing saloon… the hair that suits the eye and the character you are wearing on yourself with live demo on hair makeup and face make up…. It was meant to be interesting…
The three speakers were the weight of the forum apart from our impressive stage presentation and venue. We had the biggest lecture hall that can accommodate more than 300 people. I admit I was real scared and in complete paradox about the emptiness of the hall. But I was proved wrong. Thanks to our 3 days of continued advertisement and mutual agreement between the other groups.
At the end of the day, it is the effort that counts to be a success, though numbers are still doing the counting. It was a pleasure to share the space with our mentor, Ms Vivian. I solely appreciate the co-operation of my entire group esp. my President, and the Deco team. It was a show worth ticketing. There may not be a red carpet laid down for the event but the two white canvass boards to crave out every individuals signature curbed the red carpet away.
It is to be remembered by all the blue ribboned tags hanging down the neck of every committee members.
We expressed and so we impressed!!!
Saturday, 29 May 2010
DA MARCH DAT STIL MARCHES.....
My eye fought against the drooping eyelashes even when it failed to
wake open wide. Finally it lashed out of the sleeping dark to flap
against the crack of the dawn. It was past 6:30am when I took a good
glance at the buzzing alarm, still half awake. Draping the curtains to
the side, I touched the first light of the day and tossed away my head
from the kissing sun. I needed to rush myself to get early for the Wesak
celebration. The previous night Wesak eve had gone smoothly with the
Dhamma songs and Dhamma sharing program. But today, I was looking for
extra Dhamma culmination and a wonderful lunch if fated. For the morning
session, I had planned to go to BGF and lend some helping hand and of
course enjoy realizing my being as a Buddhist. It was my first time to
celebrate wesak in BGF, so I had little extra anticipation. Last year, I
had joined BUBS for the wesak and I even had managed to do some
Dhammadutta by helping out at the stall selling Tsai bakuteh. (A Chinese
pork food, but altered to veg. for wesak sake) it was real hot although
I had fun with it coz I didn’t know what I was selling at the time of
selling. I came to know about it after I had closed down the stall. That
was really ignorant of me. But this year was not going to stall again,
that was for sure. So as the day passed, I have captured a beautiful
moment of life where I was full in with the people here- Listening to
the Dhamma talk, singing some melodious songs along with Igemz and
saving the good part for the last of the program, a nice simple lunch.
Every grain that we eat must be repaid. So I did repay by contributing
my energy in cleaning up the mess and packaging the excess food. It was
time to head in another direction coz BGF is a smaller Buddhist society
and they don’t drag the program whole day long so that the people can go
to other bigger temple to give support.
For the evening celebration, I rushed to brickfields temple, which is one of the biggest temple in the country. I reached there just in time for the program to start. The veneration to the Buddha began with some kind of traditional Sri-Lankan dance followed by the usual political speeches. I gazed around to find myself at the front side of the stage. So I quickly dragged myself to the arena where people light oil lamps in their name. I had a smirk on my face when I saw the oil lamps literally. In my home, oil lamps are pure oil lamps with the purpose of ‘pure illumination’. Even here, it does signify ‘illuminating the dark world’ or “making aspiration” but they use half water and half oil. Oil and water don’t mix so it saves the cost. But the thousands lamps glowing in the dark was a salvation to the burdened heart. It was captivating and spiritual at the same time.
I followed back to the program. The grand long awaited time had finally arrived when the body of followers will flow in unison with the Buddha’s float all the way long in the heart of Kl city blocking all the traffics and holding the stares all around. After dragging on for few minutes, I found myself walking behind the float of a Mahayana Buddhist society. I was sure I was praying with the group but I was not sure what I was murmuring. I just followed the Chinese chanting and I was pretty quick to catch up the words. How far it was correct, the baby Buddha smiling in front of me could have known. I had persuaded my friend to join me till the bend in the road. I looked sideways to see if she was still there but expectantly she had walked back leaving an odd blue colored girl walking among the yellow colored shirts. I continued with my marching only to hear a tap on my shoulder, few bends down the road to know that she was still around and she dared not to leave me alone. It felt nice and strong. We entered the city traffic with hundreds faces positioned like an avenue to have a glimpse of the huge long procession. Flashes on and off all the time and all I could hear was not my own chanting but the one which I was following. My eyes were fixed upon the baby Buddha spinning around in its first declaration pose “I am the king of this world; no-one is supreme to me. This is my last birth; there is no rebirth for me”. I was realizing, I needed to moisten my drying throat, so I took a mouthful of the small bottled water that I was carrying with me, saving the rest if needed. After walking long with the Mahayana group, I left that group to join another group coz my friend saw other good floats ahead of us. So we started with our hopping on. I joined another Mahayana group where a monk was seated on the lotus seat of the float. It was nice to see him participating but he was kind of meditating with his eyes closed. I felt bad at being so pessimist but I couldn’t let myself from thinking: how can he meditate in such a crowd? Maybe he was contemplating but contemplation is meditation. Isn’t it? Or maybe he was rejoicing within. Anyways leave that. So we took good many pictures of the float which was themed on going green and becoming a vegetarian. It was nice that at least it was conveying a message through Dhamma. We progressed to walk ahead of that group to join the Ti-ratana Buddhist society. I didn’t walk with them for long and quickly joined a vajrayana Buddhist society- karma kargyud society. Three monks were seated on the float and chanting Muni Muni. (A Buddhist prayer). By now I had walked almost one hour and half. The lingering crowd was still intact and faces along the way beaming yet astonished. I saw the twin tower, so I knew I was in the heart of Kl now. Wow! Such a long march! I chanted along with the group while my friend was busy taking pictures. I walked ahead of the float and so I came to meet up with Bro Kevin from Indonesia. He was walking alone and I caught up with him. By the time, we reached another roundabout, I lost the sight of him and that time I was catching up with the beats of Chinese songs sung by another youth group. I kept myself to their company only to get amused by the never heard Chinese songs. So I returned back to the vajrayana group. I noticed that they had erected two Mani on either side of the float and it looked great with the small Buddha statue placed in the mid at the far end with the three monks seated with reverence. The group was real active with the members stopping the entire float in the middle of the procession for a group photo. Though I was not associated with the society in any way, I still stood front for my face to appear. My friend was ridiculing me but it mattered less. By the time, we reached hotel Istana; my bottle had gone empty, so I quickly rushed in one of the 7-11 shop to buy a bottle of ice lemon tea. Few steps down the road, they were giving away free mineral water. But I already had brought my juice. We kept on marching, talking to ourselves while chanting. Slowly I hopped on to witness other groups. I saw a Nepali group behind and so I went there to be blessed by drops of the water that the monks were sprinkling at the crowd to soothe the heat though it was meant to be a blessing. Receiving few drops of water on me and more drops on my glasses, I moved ahead to join my last left group. By that time, Dee’s camera battery was down and so she was no longing acting as Japanese. So we walked on and on till we knew we have reached near. It looked up at the buildings to notice that we have been walking almost 2 hours and I was still feeling great. A pang of hunger once hit me when I smelled food from a restaurant coz I hadn’t taken my dinner and I had my lunch at 12pm. But I was still fine after gulping down the entire juice. I was messaging a friend of mine when the float hit the wirings at the highway. In fact it was the high flagpole erected at the sides of the float that touched the wires. So we had to stop a while to fix it. But thankfully it didn’t take long and made no damage or whatsoever. The float took a U-turn rather than following the procession. And so I left that group and walked back to the temple without any group.
It was almost 11pm when we reached. We had started at 8pm. That sums up that we have walked for almost 3 hours. It was definitely a rejoicing moment. I rested for a while and then helped with the clearance. It was 12pm when we headed back. We had a few good snacks not to let ourselves sleep with an empty stomach. I browsed for a while and then cuddled into the sweet paradise awaited.
Long before my head touched the pillow, I had drawn myself away from the pulsating moment of the night with my lips curled to the extent!
For the evening celebration, I rushed to brickfields temple, which is one of the biggest temple in the country. I reached there just in time for the program to start. The veneration to the Buddha began with some kind of traditional Sri-Lankan dance followed by the usual political speeches. I gazed around to find myself at the front side of the stage. So I quickly dragged myself to the arena where people light oil lamps in their name. I had a smirk on my face when I saw the oil lamps literally. In my home, oil lamps are pure oil lamps with the purpose of ‘pure illumination’. Even here, it does signify ‘illuminating the dark world’ or “making aspiration” but they use half water and half oil. Oil and water don’t mix so it saves the cost. But the thousands lamps glowing in the dark was a salvation to the burdened heart. It was captivating and spiritual at the same time.
I followed back to the program. The grand long awaited time had finally arrived when the body of followers will flow in unison with the Buddha’s float all the way long in the heart of Kl city blocking all the traffics and holding the stares all around. After dragging on for few minutes, I found myself walking behind the float of a Mahayana Buddhist society. I was sure I was praying with the group but I was not sure what I was murmuring. I just followed the Chinese chanting and I was pretty quick to catch up the words. How far it was correct, the baby Buddha smiling in front of me could have known. I had persuaded my friend to join me till the bend in the road. I looked sideways to see if she was still there but expectantly she had walked back leaving an odd blue colored girl walking among the yellow colored shirts. I continued with my marching only to hear a tap on my shoulder, few bends down the road to know that she was still around and she dared not to leave me alone. It felt nice and strong. We entered the city traffic with hundreds faces positioned like an avenue to have a glimpse of the huge long procession. Flashes on and off all the time and all I could hear was not my own chanting but the one which I was following. My eyes were fixed upon the baby Buddha spinning around in its first declaration pose “I am the king of this world; no-one is supreme to me. This is my last birth; there is no rebirth for me”. I was realizing, I needed to moisten my drying throat, so I took a mouthful of the small bottled water that I was carrying with me, saving the rest if needed. After walking long with the Mahayana group, I left that group to join another group coz my friend saw other good floats ahead of us. So we started with our hopping on. I joined another Mahayana group where a monk was seated on the lotus seat of the float. It was nice to see him participating but he was kind of meditating with his eyes closed. I felt bad at being so pessimist but I couldn’t let myself from thinking: how can he meditate in such a crowd? Maybe he was contemplating but contemplation is meditation. Isn’t it? Or maybe he was rejoicing within. Anyways leave that. So we took good many pictures of the float which was themed on going green and becoming a vegetarian. It was nice that at least it was conveying a message through Dhamma. We progressed to walk ahead of that group to join the Ti-ratana Buddhist society. I didn’t walk with them for long and quickly joined a vajrayana Buddhist society- karma kargyud society. Three monks were seated on the float and chanting Muni Muni. (A Buddhist prayer). By now I had walked almost one hour and half. The lingering crowd was still intact and faces along the way beaming yet astonished. I saw the twin tower, so I knew I was in the heart of Kl now. Wow! Such a long march! I chanted along with the group while my friend was busy taking pictures. I walked ahead of the float and so I came to meet up with Bro Kevin from Indonesia. He was walking alone and I caught up with him. By the time, we reached another roundabout, I lost the sight of him and that time I was catching up with the beats of Chinese songs sung by another youth group. I kept myself to their company only to get amused by the never heard Chinese songs. So I returned back to the vajrayana group. I noticed that they had erected two Mani on either side of the float and it looked great with the small Buddha statue placed in the mid at the far end with the three monks seated with reverence. The group was real active with the members stopping the entire float in the middle of the procession for a group photo. Though I was not associated with the society in any way, I still stood front for my face to appear. My friend was ridiculing me but it mattered less. By the time, we reached hotel Istana; my bottle had gone empty, so I quickly rushed in one of the 7-11 shop to buy a bottle of ice lemon tea. Few steps down the road, they were giving away free mineral water. But I already had brought my juice. We kept on marching, talking to ourselves while chanting. Slowly I hopped on to witness other groups. I saw a Nepali group behind and so I went there to be blessed by drops of the water that the monks were sprinkling at the crowd to soothe the heat though it was meant to be a blessing. Receiving few drops of water on me and more drops on my glasses, I moved ahead to join my last left group. By that time, Dee’s camera battery was down and so she was no longing acting as Japanese. So we walked on and on till we knew we have reached near. It looked up at the buildings to notice that we have been walking almost 2 hours and I was still feeling great. A pang of hunger once hit me when I smelled food from a restaurant coz I hadn’t taken my dinner and I had my lunch at 12pm. But I was still fine after gulping down the entire juice. I was messaging a friend of mine when the float hit the wirings at the highway. In fact it was the high flagpole erected at the sides of the float that touched the wires. So we had to stop a while to fix it. But thankfully it didn’t take long and made no damage or whatsoever. The float took a U-turn rather than following the procession. And so I left that group and walked back to the temple without any group.
It was almost 11pm when we reached. We had started at 8pm. That sums up that we have walked for almost 3 hours. It was definitely a rejoicing moment. I rested for a while and then helped with the clearance. It was 12pm when we headed back. We had a few good snacks not to let ourselves sleep with an empty stomach. I browsed for a while and then cuddled into the sweet paradise awaited.
Long before my head touched the pillow, I had drawn myself away from the pulsating moment of the night with my lips curled to the extent!
Tuesday, 25 May 2010
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