Saturday, March 26, 2011

life in single picture motion #2

Because they say that pictures are more attractive than words.

#1 A collection of cute candy which I gave it all away.

#2 Chicken chop meal at Butterworth, Penang.

#3Weekday night out at Sid’s with the uni gang.

#4 Beef & cheese at said place.

#5 Really dainty and fragile keychain, partly sponsored by the boy as one of the few V-Day presents he got me.   
It was the first Valentine’s Day that I properly celebrated.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

march 11 2011

When I got the text from my boyfriend telling me about the earthquake and tsunami in Japan, I was alone in the Subang apartment. Internet-less, TV-less and very much Twitter-less. I actually got quite frightened, especially when he told me Malaysia was going to get hit by tsunami at 6.49pm (which turned out to be untrue). My parents were very near the Penang coastline and I couldn't stop worrying about my friends, family and everyone else I knew who are everywhere around the world, possibly alone like me?

All sorts of ideas and worries came into my mind. Would we be able to survive if an earthquake hit KL, or if tsunami waves were to engulf our tall buildings? Will chaos reign ala 2012 and people run helter skelter away to god knows where just to find a familiar face? Would I lose all my friends? Would it mean that the past 20 years spent collecting items, clothes, mementos, prizes, Twitter followers, love letters, money, the latest gadgets mean nothing to the waves that might sweep uninvited into our lives and homes? Will anyone actually care that you scored 100 in the Physics test you took 3 years ago, or that you got a High Distinction in a course you took last year?

Would all our hard work, our sweat and tears and shed blood mean nothing to Lost and Death?

It would be a good time to sit back and re-evaluate your life and what matters most to you. Think of Japan and other countries hit by natural disasters and wars and other terrible things: did you think that you might not be able to return to your bed when you woke up this morning?

I want to be ready for Death when it comes to pick me up.

existentially alive: a little reflection of something he said

What he said made me fell out of my seat. Well, almost.

I was at the student counsellor retreat camp, and it was the lecture hour. Our counsellor was describing three forms of counselling when this particular one: ‘Existential Counselling’ caught my ear. The clients that would benefit from this form of counselling are usually the ones that are searching for the ‘deep meaning or purpose of life’.

Now that is one counselling session that I would love to participate in…as a client.

I am not one of those who climb and scour the highest Himalaya mountains to search for The Guru who would tell you The Meaning Of Life, but I would gladly climb Broga Hill if it would bring me an answer. I am not one of those who quit and sell everything and searches for enlightenment or peace in quiet and distant temples, but I do sit and meditate alone in my room in times when I feel overwhelmed.

With what you ask me? What can possibly a perfectly healthy, above average-class 20-year old in one of the most prestigious university in the country, surrounded by family and friends, all her needs provided easily whenever she wants could possibly want more? Does she want more money? She can easily get those from her parents or just work longer hours at the air-conditioned piano store. Does she crave fame? She does not want to be famous, but just to maintain a good rapport among those she knows. Is she wanting in love? She has her whole family, including countless extended family as well as a special someone who cares a lot.

What else can she, can I possibly want more in life?

The meaning of life, according to the counsellor, can be discovered by three things:

a) Accomplishments
b) Experiencing a value (beauty, love, nature etc)
and c) Suffering.

All this I felt I have been through; I enjoyed the good memories and hated the bad ones. Still why do I feel that something is missing?

The worst thing, I felt, was when my counsellor also said that the deepest fear of every man is death. It was a terrible realization that went through my own mind when I knew at that moment, that if I were to drop dead that moment of an innocent little heart attack or whatnot, I wouldn’t really mind.

In fact, I would be welcoming it with open arms.

No, I will never ever do a suicide. It is against religion and my personal belief, and nothing will ever push me to do a thing such as that. Thinking more about it, I feel that maybe not feeling scared or afraid of death might not be such a bad thing. After all, it would mean that I know where I am going in the afterlife, and be free of all Earthly worries and duties forever.

But I digress. Going back to the Existential Counselling theory, I want to tell you what made my ears prick up like a hunting dog when a leaf rustles and made my heart beat so fast when I heard that this particular Counselling skill is associated with the very question I’ve been asking myself for so long. This is not a question that has a definite answer to it. Ask people around you, and expect different answers to it. Ask them what do they think is the meaning of their life and some will jokingly tell you “Money”. Some might tell you rather seriously that it is to score straight A’s, and some like me that have took some time to really consider question…well we’re most likely keeping quiet.

What is life when you get straight A’s in every exam you had since you were 6? Or do you really think earning $10,000 a month brings you the ultimate happiness in life? Do you think that having everyone you love near you always is the best definition of life?

Growing up as a Christian that has spent a fair many Sundays in church, heard many pastors and guest speakers speak and attended a few church camps, I know that the spiritual closeness you have with God trumps everything you have in life. I will not lie but admit that it has been awhile since I actually went to church or even touched the Bible. It is a disgusting yet common excuse that I will use: I’ve been just ‘too busy’. One skipped Sunday service led to another and another, and another. In a blink of an eye I’ve not been attending Sunday service for a year plus.

I’ve been telling everyone who bothered to ask that I’m going back to church IF it does not clash with my piano classes or what other ‘important’ weekend events. So far my empty and half-hearted search has led me nowhere but to feelings of depression and lost. I feel that I have changed so much, right from the way I look, the way I think, speak, react, act, love, hate.

I am almost afraid to know which are changes from adolescence to adulthood and which are actually from lack of spiritual experience and knowledge.

This has turned from a monologue of looking for the meaning of life into a realization that deep down I know I had actually known what the answer would be. I believe that with deeper understanding of the Bible and Christian living, I would find God’s reason for putting us here on this planet with all its earthly influences and possessions.

Then maybe I would find a little real happiness in life.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

are you truly a shopper?

Last Friday I was invited to the media preview of the new online reality series, the first of its kind in Malaysia: Truly A Shopper.

The show has a truly interesting concept and I would love to join if not for the fact that I am loaded with work and assignments :( What contestants of this reality show would do is simply (and happily I guess) to shop.

Yes, they give you cash and you go out and buy. Things and clothes and all. And that’s not all: the most skilful shopaholic will walk away with RM10,000 cash to spend in more clothes as well as RM5,000 worth of prizes, which I can only imagine is more gorgeous stuff.

If you don’t like shopping, well, just share this with your girl friends. I’m sure they’ll love you the more for it!

Here’s a taste of what to expect, as we the media got to experience what the show contestant would go through. But first some very important people to introduce:

Producer Eugene Wong explaining to us what the show is about:

What you need to do is actually attend the audition on 12 March 2011 at Fahrenheit 88 and the judges will select 48 potentials before the next round of public voting to choose the 12 “Shoppers”. The final 12 will undergo 6 tasks from April to June 2011 that challenge their shopping skills and test their budget, strategy, discount, taste and fashion sense to their utmost limit to win the ultimate prize and title of the ‘Truly A Shopper’. Each week is important as contestants can be eliminated and only 4 Shoppers will qualify for the final task.

All these tasks will be judged by two stylo-milo judges:
1. Gillian Hung, President of the Malaysian Official Designers Association (MODA)

Gillian Hung

and Benjamin Toong, well-known catwalk and stylist guru now working at the Amber Chia Academy.

Benjamin Toong Profile pic

The two lovely hosts for the show are Belinda Chee and Hansen Lee.

We were invited to partake in a 30-minute taste of what a Shopper would go through. We were each handed an envelope with RM160 worth of vouchers and the task was to get accessorized for a night out, complementing whatever you were wearing at the moment. The top 3 would get to double their vouchers.

I actually got top 3.


Okay my hair’s abit funny but I hadn’t had time to make it up properly!
Here’s what I bought to jazz up my outfit for a night out.

I also bought a white studded clutch but I don’t have a picture of it.
Now you know why I’d really love to join Truly A Shopper! It’s bad news for me but good news for you (because you’ll have less one more competitor hmm?!)

For more information about the competition or to RSVP for the audition, check out

Thursday, March 3, 2011

malacca february 2011

I have my favourites.   

hello March 2011

Two-month internship at Sony doing PR ended February.

Triple-M Editorship (sort of) three issues ago.

Still writing for Tazette.

Piano lessons every Friday & Saturday.

Running around for Book Club.

Less social media, more family/friends time.

Final year started four days ago.

Ten days to our first year.

Still hanging on.