Used to draw Wings when I was young… Get to realized it when my sister urges me to let her see my art work during high school. Almost every piece of work has Wings. Here are some that I can show… Why are there so many Wings? Cant figure out how these pictures came into my mind. Maybe I am too desperate to have freedom. My dream during that time, as a 15yearsold kid, was to go France to study art. Being an artist was what I always wish for. Whenever teachers asked “what do you want to be when you grow up?” I always answered “an artist”. Well, I’m not an artist now, but –designer- is cool. The last piece of work was not done by me. That was from a long lost friend, Tony.
Happy Birthday to you again... I remember there's a post of your birthday earlier in my blog, after 365days, this is how we look like :) Thank god having you as a good friend beside me. We'll see each other grow old together :) Hope I’ve brought you a good night.
One thing that I appreciate most in a friend- he/she can keep a secret, if it is not a secret, at least wont spread things about me (guys make a better friend for me). I don’t care weather its good or bad stuff about me. During high school, I experienced having a clos-ed friend, spreading my personal “story” to a so-not-related-person just for the sake of having a topic among them. Since then, I totally lost interest sharing anything with this person. She lost my trust. Now, she might see me as a person who doesn’t appreciate the friendship. Sadly, yes, I don’t appreciate this friendship at all because it is just meaningless. I wonder, what kind of friend that is, who can just talk about you, when you already purposely mention you don’t feel like letting any other person to know the matter (make it clear, I don’t say that to make u feel important or needed). Do they have short-term memory lost, or they are so desperate to talk about anything? Or they just choose to disrespect you? Yes, I am a very confidential person, vice versa; I don’t mention other person’s stuff.
My mother is the only person that I can tell anything to… Easter is the second choice… P/s: I don’t like to be your topic. I don’t need anyone to tell anyone about anything for me.
Well when you go Don't ever think I'll make you try to stay And maybe when you get back I'll be off to find another way
When after all this time that you still owe You're still, the good-for-nothing I don't know So take your gloves and get out Better get out while you can
When you go Would you even turn to say "I don't love you Like I did Yesterday"
Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading So sick and tired of all the needless beating But baby when they knock you Down and out It's where you oughta stay
And after all the blood that you still owe Another dollar's just another blow So fix your eyes and get up Better get up while you can Whoa, whooa
When you go would you even turn to say "I don't love you like I did yesterday" Well come on, come on
When you go would you have the guts to say "I don't love you like I loved you yesterday"
I don't love you like I loved you yesterday I don't love you like I loved you yesterday
Speechless... please allow me to post some "youtube" here. I know the video is a bit scary, but I'm currently loving it: the melody, the beat, and the random scenes.
Some times, there's a need to place someone beside you, just to accompany you...
By not feeling uneasy when both are silent... And do what ever you feel like doing.
Haven't hanged out with her for quite some time, but still, we stay the same. Out of the plan, both wore the newly bought jacket just for the sake of letting each other to have a look. Having the same though on what we should do on Friday night- we watched 17Again :)
Changed, every thing changed in a snap. Always thought that I am the person, who can let go easily, but the fact is, I can’t put down any. I miss everything, which is already gone. I wonder how my parents nurture me when I was young. Tend to have the ability to show I don’t care to the things I care the most in life. Might because I am born a rebellious. The priorities in life changed in one shot. Am I supposed to feel the excitement? Or I will break down? “Never mind, its ok.” That is the word that I always use to console myself in any unwelcome situation. The more you tell yourself “its ok.” It will gonna be “okay”. Hope that is still work on me…
There is a magic formula provides by the horoscope, how many of us do believe in that? When you want to find the best partner ever, you look at their star sign? When you want to find a soul mate, u asks for their star sign? When you had fight with some one, you compare both of the star signs? And says “oh… no wonder, we have different interest/personalities”. Every one has different personalities. No one shares the total same experience in his or her life. The problems occur more often when you keep looking towards them. I guess, there’s only one possibilities of getting someone who has a perfect personalities with you – get an imaginary friend, you can have one (or even as much as you want) immediately. There is no exact amount for how many categories of people out there on earth. If you love a person, you accept the whole of them, no matter the personality’s suit or not, both of you will synchronize together. Instead of believing some rules that are so abstract, why not try to take some personality/psychology test to know more about you and others? Isn’t the 2nd way makes more sense? Am I too stupid to make use of the horoscope’s advice or others just couldn’t afford to have faith/responsibilities? If it is just “RISK” that people are trying to avoid in their whole life, why not just get rid of human and the world? Will there be regrets by the end of the day, when we choose not to try things out just because of some rules, and blinding up ourselves with "what kind of person" we are?
"The future is in our hands"<< why is it so pressure to face that?
Came across a post today, glad to know there's someone on the other side of world, facing the same life with me currently. At least, I felt not so awkward towards myself now. "Sometimes I get swept up with the intensity of how feelings change.. Knowing a person all your life, loving with all you have and then getting hurt badly. Then you look at them today and you feel.. absolutely nothing. No anger, no pain, no lingering feelings.. nothing." by Thresca
Well, people before me might have experienced this before, it’s actually nothing new... "What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun." (Ecclesiastes 1:9)
Realizations. I know things like this would happen. But still, that is the moment I’m most afraid of. When you finally wake up and see the facts. That is the fact weather you accept it or not. It just comes, weather you are prepared or not. You are out of control. Human change. Colors fade. And the brains just think by itself. Who will sleep forever? Different you in ever stage of life. Ever predict whom the person you are becoming? Does it counts on every day’s routine? People don’t know when and how they have change. Where is the tweaked point? Who do you expect to accept you? When you’re not prepared to accept yourself. What am I really made of? Wondering when you’ve changed. If there’s a power supply for Feelings… I will shut it down, without having a second thought. If there’s a way, to choose what to feel… Like an option of coffee or tea? There’s a feeling which you are suppose to have, The feeling that will please every one once you owned it. But, you are not having it. There’s something, which you really hope it will stay. But, the fact is, nothing stays forever. Nothing is going to be enough. Ever said “I’ll not change.” “I’ll not leave” out loud? What will happen when you are the one who’ve changed? Or the first one to leave the game? Will you blame yourself for the rest of your life?
A senior person gets to know a person by looking into their eyes. How true is that? I believe the saying is true. Better judgment than judging a person by appearance. By appearance, people choose to show what they want to show and you only get what they want you to have. Maybe the eyes are directly connected to the heart, but how much you can see by the naked eyes. And what if you meet some one with “chicken's eyes”? That looks like this… How do you judge this heart… unexplainable. I realize my boss always stare right into my eyes when he asks a question. And my father stares right into my eyes while asking questions too. Why? Are they so desperate to control everything? What’s the big deal when a person wants to hide? I wonder what they found in my eyes because I don’t avoid eye contact (except when I’m shy). My father thought me to open my eyes 3times bigger and stare back at them in such situation. It actually works. Try it.You should be seeing “nothing” in my eyes. They are just eyes…
A friend of mine had a little dream and started off this little online boutique at http://buttonsquare.blogspot.com/ I can see it is a good start, the dresses are well designed. Wish you all the best Sab! Happy shopping to all of you :]
My grandfather is a very quiet person. I remember when I was young; I was brought back to my father’s home town on every Chinese New Year. The moment when we turn into the junction reaching towards my grandfather’s house, my father will start reminding us to say all sorts of greetings to my grandfather… and, “remember say it loud”. So, every time we said the flowery greetings and were saying it real loud. Every time my grandfather will answer “hai…(yes)”, “enn…” with a smiling face. If he’s in a good mood, he’ll ask “how are you?” or “have you eaten?” I know everything sounds normal, but the thing is, I’ve never talked to my grandfather before. Except the greetings and “ye ye (grandfather) eat.” I’ve never talked to him about anything else. The silence-ness in him makes him looks serious and cool, my entire cousin doesn’t dare to talk to him, and he doesn’t bother to talk to us. Now, 20years later, when I look back, somehow I understand why he was so silent. He had been through a very hard time during his 30s (cut short the long grandma stories). People became more and more silent when they feel others won’t understand. Soon, they become totally silent and thinking no one needs to understand. I guess when you reach a certain stage of life, you’ll somehow experience this. You became quiet (the adults called it “mature”), not as noisy as last time… the time when you have no pressure at all… the time you were in primary school… the time when you need your teacher to spank you to make you quiet. People are meant to misunderstand each other. No one ever understands you; because you are who you are, and you yourself don’t even understand why and how your personalities are grown in you. The happiest life is without worrying how others feel, as long as u know you are doing the right things… although people might take it a “wrong things”. We can’t control other’s feelings, people feel what they wants to feel and sometimes, they don’t even know why they are feeling that way. Instead of explaining to others, why not just let them feel what they are feeling? Because feelings are just feeling, it will somehow be gone as time pass. Only god understands you, he knows you by name, before you were born. Because He created you.
Someone said "it was always a raining day on Good Friday!", it was true when I look into this matter on every Good Friday these few years... there were raining days, including this year. Tonight is raining again, always a rainy Good Friday, as on the day He had crucified for us.
Came across this content by email just now... really attractive.
If: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Is represented as: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 If: H-A-R-D-W-O-R- K 8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98% And: K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E 11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96% But: A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E 1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100% Then, look how far the love of God will take you: L-O-V-E-O-F-G-O-D 12+15+22+5+15+6+7+15+4 = 101% Therefore, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that: While Hard Work and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will get you there, it's the Love of God that will put you over the top!
After a physically and mentally stressful day… after an accident happened to miimo’s car right after work (I believe things will be better after I said a little prayer)… I’m here adding more text on my blog because of this…A little piece of artwork by my little sister. It happened to be a surprise, when I went into the bathroom to take my bath right after her. Never thought that she would do such a lovely stuff for me. Eunice is 10 years younger than me, that is the reason why I’m able to bully her anytime. But I guess no one has to worry about her being bullied in the family, because she is able to manage her dissatisfactions and release her emotion on my cute little Easter (my dog). There are timeSs I found out my sister were torturing cute-little-innocent-Easter... there was once, she placed Easter on the shelf in the dark and lonely storeroom until I managed to rescued cute little Easter. There was once, she placed Easter on the iSqueez (leg-massager machine) for hours, until I came down from up stairs and rescued cute little Easter. Thank god for my sister, anyhow still “bernilai kasih sayang” and did not on the switch… or else my cute little Easter will be squeezed for hours… and it might be too late when I realize that. There was once, she punished Easter for nothing... She made Easter stands on the tall chair for hours… until I saw it and rescued my poor little Easter. There was once… There was once… The conclusion, Easter is the living object that suffered most abusive act in my family … Oh my poor little Easter, imagine how many things had happened when I was not there? (By the way, I was the crazier kid compare to my sister; who loved to play tricks on whomever I could… muAhahaaa… kinda miss those times…)
Poor little Easter with her new poodle hair style.
Easter loves her toys very much. Especially Droolie(the pink alien) and Simba the lion. Her face, when you mezz wit her toyz. Full of FIRE in her eyes...
Yea rite, the LRT is down again on 3rd of March at 6.15pm. Once the operator announced, “…the LRT will recover in an hour…” everyone got disappointed, at that moment, I felt windS blown onto my skin from all sort of direction- passengers on the train took their very deep breath and release out with all strength. Well, that was a very challenging moment. Its either you… A. Step out immediately, find a better way to get to your destination. B. Keep your faith in the operator’s words, wait for an hour. *If you made the decision B, I bet your faith will be shaken when u see people leaving the train one by one.
Okay, back to my own story. I took the B steps and yes, my faith was shaken, but I still waited for 75minutes. After 4500sec, I couldn’t wait anymore; I walked up to the ground (was in Masjid Jamik, an underground station, where you cant get any network signals at all). Scenes in the zombie’s movie appear in real life… Millions of people standing after the gate, I only get to see the silhouette because there is no electricity. Honestly, I don’t feel secure because don’t really know where am I. I’m so called a serious road blind person, I cant remember road to the place which I go for years.
Looks familiar but... where is this?
Where am i?
Nice building... where is this?
At last, god give me wisdom, I called my brother, guess what, he is in Pasar Seni station, facing the same situation. So he came met up with me, and we had six-wings-chicken for dinner (KFC). Haven’t eat six-wings-chicken for almost a year already… yucks~
My advise: Don't take any train to attend a formal meeting in Malaysia.
If you look carefully, there are 2 rainbows!!! (just realise it after taking this picture)
I've not seen a semi-circle rainbow more than 2times in real life. There were always a tree, a house or a building that blocked my view. On 2th February, I saw an-almost-semi-circle rainbow in front of my house. Every time I see a rainbow, it reminds me the story of Noah's ark, that I always heard in Sunday school. The rainbow impressed me by god's creativity. Putting a colorful bridge between heaven and earth is a real creative idea.
Felt so happy and satisfied!!! I bough a design book yesterday! (Well, There is a book seller form Basheer comes to my company every month to make some profit.) Its been years I've not pampered myself with any design books. I remember the Basheer's man always appeared in front of TOA, and I always couldn't stand the temptation... without realizing, I was walking towards their booth, flipping on the books, taking out my wallet, and paying for it... And after that I thought “oops, I did it again.” Now, I did all my research on-line. But still, I love books, every/any books, I just like to smell, touch and keep them. Once, I had a dream, I want to build a huge library in my house. The library is full of shelves, the shelves is are off books and the books are full of bookworms. With all kinds of books. Fictions and designs will be the main category, yes; anyone under these categories will live on their life in a special-limited-edition shelf.
Came across this song in the morning, while Peter is fetching me to work. A very touching song, as they sang out the soul from every worker.
If I were the boss *mornin boss how r u? bagus bagus...* Even just for a day *one chance only u know..what will u do ar? tats y im tellin u la..wait la..* I would change the station name from Hitz to Radio Ean and JJ *tats a nice ring to it.. tats y, just for u bro..*
If I were the boss *wat will uuuuu do?* Work will start on Tuesday *wat do u think? i like i like, Wednesday also can* We will end the week on Thursday and everyday will be halfday *maybe 2hrs onli..better*
If I were the boss I think I could understand How it feels to work on budget And give a raise of 20cent Hang out with the girls *babe apa khabar?..bagus~* And be hard on the guys *sori ar brother..have to la, cari makan* Might dispatch me riding Harleys Our trips will be to Bali If we bankrupt I will break down and cry
If I were the boss I will come up with a plan *check it out ar..ehem ehem* Make everyone do all the work Take the credit and look like the man *wah banyak handal ar u..thank u thank u*
If I were the boss My lunch break will be 2days *wah so long ar..yala then onli enuf time to eat* I have PS3 in my room 200inch LCD and play all day My way..JJ
If I were the boss I think I could understand How it feels to work on budget And give a raise of 20cent Hang out with the girls *u looking very pretty today, naik gaji* And be hard on the guys *hey she looks pretty ok u do all her work..nonsense*
Might dispatch me riding Harleys Our trips will be to Bali If we bankrupt I wil break down and cry
Cause I will always come in late Just to show who I'm And if I was a girl I wil make them all call me Mam *mornin Mam* If you thought I wud be nicer Then you thought it wrong~ *adui sakit..tarikla sikit*
But we are not the boss *i knw tis sadly..haih...* So we cannot cuti....cannot cuti.. Come to office really early To try to make some money So we can open stall jual nasi
*goreng, pattaya, kandar, lemak, wat else ar? ah..dagang.. so now wat do we do? i dunno..wait for the song to finish la cuz we r not the boss.. o yea...tunggu boss cakap la..boss..boss..okok thank u...ok bye boss..*
_-A production by the Hitz.fm Morning Crew JJ and Ean-
One miserable morning, a very spontaneous conversation begun...
... Shok: come lets play “Sep sep sep-dom dom dom” Aster: what?? Shok: u know, “sep sep sep-dom dom dom”? (trying to show the funny action) Aster: whats that... “sie sie sie-bom bom bom” is it? Shok: wat “sie sie sie-bom bom bom”, its “Sep sep sep-dom dom dom” lahh... Aster: not “Sep sep sep-dom dom dom” leh, its “sie sie sie-bom bom bom” lahh... Shok: ya meh, u sure or not... Aster: (laugh) Pei Lyn, which one is right? Lyn: me ah... I say “sie sie sie-bom bom bom” lo... Shok: wat?? Ok, may be thats the Chinese version. Aster: Han Sing, how do you say it? Hansing: erm... “ Sep sep sep- bom bom bom” lo.. Aster: wah.. what version is that??? Lyn: ok, now we can make sure the back part is “bom bom bom” Shok: (pai seh) ok lahh... I'm from Malay school ma... Alvin: eh (pops out from no where), i'm from Malay school also wat. Shok: then which version r u using? Alvin: “sie sie sie-bom bom bom” lah... Shok: O.o” (everyone turn back to their computer and continue working.)
-.-||| so which one is the original slogan? Sep sep sep-dom dom dom, sie sie sie-bom bom bom or Sep sep sep- bom bom bom???
Glad to see that our relationship is going up hill. Each day, “it” is getting healthier and sweeter. After certain amount of time, we think, talk and act the same. Which not means we are getting more boring but more acpable to work and live together. I remember there were time when things went worse and became worst. Stubborness, selfishness and immaturity had utterly tore us apart, but we finnaly got back with understanding and maturity after summer and autumn. I believe “it” will develop into a better future. I know “it” is able to undergo a series of changes we face in life.
This year valentine was diferent, we did nothing much special, but done something we both really enjoy. No valentine set for this year, but we get to eat what is worth more.
“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.”
It's another Chinese new year... Just before cho yat, the Ng's family is busy cleaning and tidying the house, after the dinner, they went Tesco @ Mutiara Damansara to get some new year stock.
On cho yat, during bai nin, I’ve learnt how to play Mahjong. It is not as hard as I thought… I’ve “ate” few rounds :p
It was a sunny afternoon. After tidying up my room, we rush to TENJI for the fantastic promotion... yes, the RM49.90/person- from 11am-4pm. I would say the food is nice -4stars-, hope they can maintain the quality, unlike most the Japanese buffet that only get to maintain the quality at the beginning.
Why are there so many Wings? Cant figure out how these pictures came into my mind. Maybe I am too desperate to have freedom. My dream during that time, as a 15yearsold kid, was to go France to study art. Being an artist was what I always wish for. Whenever teachers asked “what do you want to be when you grow up?” I always answered “an artist”. Well, I’m not an artist now, but –designer- is cool. The last piece of work was not done by me. That was from a long lost friend, Tony.
