How do you define a masterpiece? By the test of time of course!
I remember watching Tempting Heart by Sylvia Chang when it first came out in 1999. I just loved every minute of it, although I can't really put in words why. I just like the feeling it gave me.
Fast forward to 2012, 13 years later, I watched it again and wow, the same feeling came back and like good old friend, how amazing. The only thing I can think of doing is giving Sylvia Chang a BIG hug if we ever meet in person :)
Monday, February 13, 2012
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Smoking football buddies
Wayne: Yo Div, hand me a stick will ya
Div: I'm out mate, but I've called Zizou to get me a pack on his way here
Wayne: Hell no! You trust that bugger? He might finish your pack by the time he gets here!
Div: Then I better call him to buy one more
Wayne: Look, here comes the legendary Johann Cruyff, I'm sure he has a least 2 packs on him
Div: I'm out mate, but I've called Zizou to get me a pack on his way here
Wayne: Hell no! You trust that bugger? He might finish your pack by the time he gets here!
Div: Then I better call him to buy one more
Wayne: Look, here comes the legendary Johann Cruyff, I'm sure he has a least 2 packs on him
Thursday, February 9, 2012
The people vs politicians
Politicians go to an event in grand cars, activists either walk, take public transport or carpool. Who do you think is in it for real?
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Accidental heroes?
It really baffles me why the government seems to be stepping on the people's toes at every single opporunity given. The latest Jalan Sultan issue is another no-brainer for most Malaysians, why on earth do you want to tear down another piece of history in the heart of the city? Not too long ago it was the Pudu prison and after that they even threaten the Dataran Merdeka, all in exchange for some multi-storey complexes. Tak cukup ke?
It is such a shame to know that some parties are happy to make some quick buck rather than preserve what can't be bought with any amount of money. It is evident that they just don't share the same interest as the rakyat, so how do we expect them to 'serve' us? In the name of progress, that's what they say. It seems that to them, the higher the buildings the better we are as a country, the more developed la konon. Well that's true, to a certain extend. But what is apparent here is what they are doing is just inflating their own egos, and their pockets, of course. Sambil menyelam minum air. Gulp.
The saddest part is they think the rakyat will just sit there and buy all the bullshit they lay out. In the name of unity la, progression la, bla bla bla. It seems that the more they utter, the more they upset the rakyat. Sometimes I wonder what kind of advisors they have to write their speeches, sure enough they are not smart enough to write their own. And the fact that they don't realise the speeches are bad, and are shooting themselves in the foot, just notches up the ignorance meter, which is already pushing the threshold. Maybe, just maybe, the advisors are the real heroes in this chapter of the country, if you catch my drift.
It is such a shame to know that some parties are happy to make some quick buck rather than preserve what can't be bought with any amount of money. It is evident that they just don't share the same interest as the rakyat, so how do we expect them to 'serve' us? In the name of progress, that's what they say. It seems that to them, the higher the buildings the better we are as a country, the more developed la konon. Well that's true, to a certain extend. But what is apparent here is what they are doing is just inflating their own egos, and their pockets, of course. Sambil menyelam minum air. Gulp.
The saddest part is they think the rakyat will just sit there and buy all the bullshit they lay out. In the name of unity la, progression la, bla bla bla. It seems that the more they utter, the more they upset the rakyat. Sometimes I wonder what kind of advisors they have to write their speeches, sure enough they are not smart enough to write their own. And the fact that they don't realise the speeches are bad, and are shooting themselves in the foot, just notches up the ignorance meter, which is already pushing the threshold. Maybe, just maybe, the advisors are the real heroes in this chapter of the country, if you catch my drift.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
The old lady
5 years ago, Nurse Jackson who works at the home was walking an elderly woman in the garden. The old lady must have easily been 90 years old. She couldn't even move much, but her eyes were always bright. In fact, she used her eyes to communicate with the people around her mostly. In her bed, she glanced over to the wheelchair, and got to the garden, because Nurse Jackson understood her.
The old lady is Nurse Jackson's favourite at the home. She seemed to have a special gift. She could feel if someone is unhappy, then signal to Nurse Jackson to wheel her to that person, and just sat next to him/her. There would be no contact at all, be it physical or verbal. But after 10 minutes or so, that unhappy person would somehow managed a smile.
At the garden, the lady signaled to Nurse Jackson to park her under a tree. At the roots of the tree, Nurse Jackson saw a dying kitten the size of her palm. It was barely breathing. In fact Nurse Jackson thought it had died for some time before touching it to make sure. She looked at the old lady, who took a long look at the kitten. The old lady signaled to Nurse Jackson to place the kitten on her lap. She then signaled to Nurse Jackson to leave. Nurse Jackson hesitated for a while. The lady's eyes convinced her that she would be okay.
Nurse Jackson returned to the old lady after 5 minutes. She found the old lady has passed on. She didn't panic at all. She checked the old lady's pulse and noted the time of death. She somehow knew it would happen, when the old lady asked her to leave her. She knew that the old lady also would have prepared herself. Somehow she just knew. And there was nothing she could do, even if she wanted to. Suddenly she heard a very soft purr. She looked at the kitten on the old lady's lap, and it slowly moved its head. meow.
'Goodbye Mrs. Oscar...', Nurse Jackson whispered in the old lady's ear.
The old lady is Nurse Jackson's favourite at the home. She seemed to have a special gift. She could feel if someone is unhappy, then signal to Nurse Jackson to wheel her to that person, and just sat next to him/her. There would be no contact at all, be it physical or verbal. But after 10 minutes or so, that unhappy person would somehow managed a smile.
At the garden, the lady signaled to Nurse Jackson to park her under a tree. At the roots of the tree, Nurse Jackson saw a dying kitten the size of her palm. It was barely breathing. In fact Nurse Jackson thought it had died for some time before touching it to make sure. She looked at the old lady, who took a long look at the kitten. The old lady signaled to Nurse Jackson to place the kitten on her lap. She then signaled to Nurse Jackson to leave. Nurse Jackson hesitated for a while. The lady's eyes convinced her that she would be okay.
Nurse Jackson returned to the old lady after 5 minutes. She found the old lady has passed on. She didn't panic at all. She checked the old lady's pulse and noted the time of death. She somehow knew it would happen, when the old lady asked her to leave her. She knew that the old lady also would have prepared herself. Somehow she just knew. And there was nothing she could do, even if she wanted to. Suddenly she heard a very soft purr. She looked at the kitten on the old lady's lap, and it slowly moved its head. meow.
'Goodbye Mrs. Oscar...', Nurse Jackson whispered in the old lady's ear.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Oscar can tell
It's 1139pm. As usual, the corridor of the home is empty and silent. All the doors of the wards are closed. In paces Oscar. He sniffs the bottom of the door of ward 24, then makes its way to 25. A quick sniff and he's off to the next ward. Nurse Jackson is quietly observing from the corner of the corridor. She is calm and alert at the same time. She has a small walkie talkie in her right grip, ready for action. Oscar has a small golden bell attached to its collar, making it easier for the her to track him.
Oscar takes a longer time sniffing at ward 29. He turns and look around, as if looking for Nurse Jackson. He spots her in a distance, and turns to face the ward again. He purrs and scratches the door gently. Nurse Jackson takes a deep breath and hurries to ward 29.
From outside the ward, Nurse Jackson could see Mr. Toole, a 79-year-old widow who has been at the home for more than 10 years, sleeping soundly. She looks down at Oscar, who looks back at her and purrs again. Nurse Jackson gently opens the door and Oscar hurries inside. He paces around Mr. Toole's bed and sniffs thoroughly, alternating between the bed posts and the air. Nurse Jackson rises the walkie talkie to her mouth, ready to push the button, but she needs to be very sure. She nears Mr. Toole's bed and takes the health chart from the bed frame. She studies it for a while. She turns and look for Oscar.
Oscar is walking slowly around the bed, and finally stops and curls up underneath it. This is a signal for Nurse Jackson. She quickly pushes the button on the walkie talkie and speaks into it.
'Come in Miranda. It's Mr. Toole at ward 29. Call his family now!'
'Copy that!'
It's 1223am. Oscar leaves ward 29 and paces down the corridor. Nurse Jackson steps out of the ward and follows the ring of Oscar's bell. She hopes Oscar would not stop at any ward again, at least for the night.
Oscar takes a longer time sniffing at ward 29. He turns and look around, as if looking for Nurse Jackson. He spots her in a distance, and turns to face the ward again. He purrs and scratches the door gently. Nurse Jackson takes a deep breath and hurries to ward 29.
From outside the ward, Nurse Jackson could see Mr. Toole, a 79-year-old widow who has been at the home for more than 10 years, sleeping soundly. She looks down at Oscar, who looks back at her and purrs again. Nurse Jackson gently opens the door and Oscar hurries inside. He paces around Mr. Toole's bed and sniffs thoroughly, alternating between the bed posts and the air. Nurse Jackson rises the walkie talkie to her mouth, ready to push the button, but she needs to be very sure. She nears Mr. Toole's bed and takes the health chart from the bed frame. She studies it for a while. She turns and look for Oscar.
Oscar is walking slowly around the bed, and finally stops and curls up underneath it. This is a signal for Nurse Jackson. She quickly pushes the button on the walkie talkie and speaks into it.
'Come in Miranda. It's Mr. Toole at ward 29. Call his family now!'
'Copy that!'
It's 1223am. Oscar leaves ward 29 and paces down the corridor. Nurse Jackson steps out of the ward and follows the ring of Oscar's bell. She hopes Oscar would not stop at any ward again, at least for the night.
Friday, January 27, 2012
First of Spring
Checking into the office for the first time in the new year,
Turning on lights, modem, fax and computer,
May the light shines brightly throughout the year,
Guiding us with awareness, keeping our conscious clear
Turning on lights, modem, fax and computer,
May the light shines brightly throughout the year,
Guiding us with awareness, keeping our conscious clear
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