Sunday, December 23, 2012

qotd #13

"But I'm not good at anything!"

"Well, I have good news -- throw enough hours of repetition at it and you can get sort of good at anything. I was the world's shittiest writer when I was an infant. I was only slightly better at 25. But while I was failing miserably at my career, I wrote in my spare time for eight straight years, an article a week, before I ever made real money off it. It took 13 years for me to get good enough to make the New York Times best-seller list. It took me probably 20,000 hours of practice to sand the edges off my sucking.
Don't like the prospect of pouring all of that time into a skill? Well, I have good news and bad news. The good news is that the sheer act of practicing will help you come out of your shell -- I got through years of tedious office work because I knew that I was learning a unique skill on the side. People quit because it takes too long to see results, because they can't figure out that the process is the result

...I know dozens of aspiring writers. They think of themselves as writers, they introduce themselves as writers at parties, they know that deep inside, they have the heart of a writer. The only thing they're missing is that minor final step, where they actually fucking write things."

Quoted from David Wong

my favourite shots of India

I miss India.

The sight of something new everywhere I turn, the smell of chai on the streets of Calcutta (I love and prefer the old romantic spelling of what is now known as Kolkata, ugh), the heavy lingering taste of herbs and spices in every meal, the majestic sights of grand old architecture, the never-ending expanse of the Thar Desert...

I can go on and on about what I loved about India, but you (and I) would rather not.

My six favourite photos below.

Sunset silhouette at the Thar Desert, Jaisalmer

A Sister rests on the doorway of Mother Theresa's Calcutta Center

Right before we did the crazy death-defying (ahem) 6-course zip-lining over the Mehrengarh Fort, the blue city of Jodhpur, and a lake on a beautiful sunset

Market scene over the Red Fort, Delhi

My cheeky ride for the Thar Desert leg, Rocket.
We did not have a camera stand so had to resort to stacking my camera on books and bags.
And it is one of the best group picture that I have ever taken.

Feel free to email me if you are planning to travel to India for the first time, I'll be glad to share some tips and advice.
Bear in mind that our trip took place in late Oct - early Nov 2012.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

the princess who was missing something

Once upon a time in a faraway land, a princess was born.

She was not pretty, neither was she hideous-looking. What the princess
was, was average. She wasn't the smartest or the bravest, but she
wasn't the dumbest or the most cowardly of all the other princesses.

However she had a loving family and friends, so she was happy.

When this princess was older, she met a Prince who made her very
happy. He brought her flowers, chocolate and tiny birds which sang to
her at night.

She felt very happy, knowing that she had everything that money could
buy, and the people she loved around her.

One day, an evil witch came from the unspoken land. She cast a spell
on the princess and took away a part of her.

Nobody knew what it was that she took, neither did the princess
herself actually.

What she knew however, was that from that day on, she wasn't happy anymore.

She still had her family, friends, a castle to live in, a prince who
held her at night, birds that serenaded when she felt lonely...but she
wasn't the same anymore.

She thought and thought and thought about what could make her happy.
She worried, she fretted, she stopped doing anything but that. She
grew older quickly and looked fourty by the time she was twenty, and
grew fat ugly horrid boring.

The horrible thing is that when she died, an ugly hag, she was still
surrounded by her loved ones who stuck by her the whole time. Yes,
even the prince, whom had lost her when the evil witch took away a
part of her.

Looking back, the princess realised that by worrying about that one
thing that was missing, she was actually missing out on the rest of
the world. On everything else.

The evil witch didn't take her everything. The princess herself
rejected everything else. Who else is there to be blamed but her own

The princess realised this too late. She was old dying sick haggard
regretful not breathing died.

The end.

Friday, October 19, 2012

countdown to dreamland

It is so much easier to write when I'm down. I guess the past year has been nothing but a climb uphill for me (emotionally at least), thus the reason for this blog being equated to the quiet rustles of an empty park at midnight, or the lonely chirp of a grasshopper looking for its long-lost lover.

What have I been doing these few months however, was to ponder on what really matters in the future.
No answer to this yet, and somehow I have a feeling that there never will be one.

Like all the final answers to the eternal question of What Is Life?, one should not spend time questioning but instead go out and live your life! So in the same way, there's no need to find out and know exactly what matters in your life, but instead go out and live whatever matters - right here, right now!

So why do I still spend my days weeks and months waiting from a sign from somewhere?

I have no idea.

Perhaps I don't need to know why I still question life itself, but instead just let things be and no worry too many crow's feet over it.

Yes, this is how I spend my time amusing myself. Create endless questions that has no answers, and spend endless hours pondering why I do this to myself.

Being a Samantha is so much fun I tell you.


In other news, my two-week sabbatical to India (yes a rest from all the holidays and TV drama I've been doing past month) will kick start this Saturday at 3pm! The only thing I'm not looking forward to is a break from the one I dub my "boyfriend" as he has been an incredible pillar of strength, encouragement and love to me this past year.

It is amazing how much one person can do to pull you up from the deepest depths and now i even dare put my head up high to face the world again! It's almost impossible to believe how lucky one can be to find such a gem, and to think that we were very close to missing out on all this, if we hadn't done this, or done that, all which eventually brought us both here today.

Okay all the sentimental talk is due to the early pains of realising we won't be seeing each other or even be in contact as much as we have been the past year, for the coming half a month at least.

This feeling of dependence never felt so good before, though.


I shall stop this childish love-sick fool rant and get some sleep.


PS - 2.9

PPS - Sorry non-boyfriend reader, I couldn't resist!

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

qotd #12

"Of the seven deadly sins, anger is possibly the most fun. To lick your wounds, to smack your lips over grievances long past, to roll over your tongue the prospect of bitter confrontations still to come, to savor to the last toothsome morsel both the pain you are given and the pain you are giving back — in may ways it is a feast fit for a king. The chief drawback is that what you are wolfing down is yourself. The skeleton at the feast is you." Frederick Buechner

as quoted from Free Your Enemy

Monday, June 25, 2012

qotd #11

The Boy: *really loud disgusting burp*

I stared at him in disgust.

The Boy: Sorry la, we're not on our first date anymore. *sheepish grin*

Me: ...

Thursday, April 12, 2012

melaka bandar bersejarah april '12

Roadtrip with SL and Steph.


Pics taken by me with SL's camera.

Monday, February 13, 2012



When Bobby first came into our lives, I have to admit I was sceptical that he would remain around us long enough. He was picked off the streets by my uncle and adopted into the family (at my recently late grandma’s house).

Bobby was allowed to move around freely and was a frequent terror to many of us who were not used to having dogs running around (yes such as I). He was just a dirty and ugly street dog and we did not understand why he was allowed into the house. Such was the life of an adopted street dog that he was always kept on the porch and tied up whenever there are guests in the house. He did not bite or growl but neither was he really that kind of tail-waggingly friendly. He did always bark whenever people came to the gate though, but the loud barks became lesser as he saw more and more of us. Nowadays he would just stare at us through the gate and quietly sat under the table as we come through the gate.

And now, many months later I realised that Bobby is a patient character. He was grudgingly accepted into a new family, not being the overly friendly or adorable breed to pull people’s hearts at first sight but gained our and his own trust over time. It did take some time for him to recognise us as people who would not hurt him, and vice versa for us.

A few weeks ago I had just reached my grandma’s place by myself with a dead phone battery and alarm bell not working. I could see people talking inside the house who were presumably having so much fun that nobody heard my shouts to open the door. Bobby was tied under the table on the porch as usual. He peered up as I walked up to the gate and vainly shouted to the people inside the house, and then he gave a short, loud helpful bark. Someone inside heard his bark and saw me outside. Saved from spending the night outdoors!

It was such a vast difference, comparing that day when we first saw him and gave a groan of disgust, to yesterday at my grandmother’s funeral when he was petted and spoilt by many calling his name and feeding him treats. It seems that we have a new loved member of the family. Bobby did not turn all diva-ish but remained his unassuming attitude by wandering around the porch and garden and lying down for a nap every now and then. He was probably more curious than ecstatic as to why there were so many people sitting around and taking up space in the garden for the past few days.

If I could have a superpower, I would like to understand what our animals think. The things we’d learn…