Given the opportunity of being armed with a digital camera - I now understand the obsession Carrie has. The power of being snappee crazee is beyond any thrill in the world. Unfortunately, being the shy gentile creature that I am, I have not explored papparrazi mode yet; therefore you will only see very roomy peopleless photos.
Nevertheless, taking pictures have not lost it's magical therapeutic prowess - it has transformed me from a 24 kid to a two-year-old toddler.
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Cheers!
Monday, October 31, 2005
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Eat Your Cake
There was once a girl who dreamnt that one day she would have something in plenty. But she didn't know what it was going to be.
She had asked her great grandma Helinski what it meant to want more but her great grandma Heli only said it was not so good to be greedy. So she tried hard not to be greedy but her dream didn't go away. So she asked her grandma Polinski and grandmum Poli said it is not good to want so much. The little girl was puzzled: why was wanting more or needing more so bad?
Surely it was good to have plenty of candies. Or plenty of money. In her household of eight, money was not always so easy to come by. The winter would bring winds from the north and shrink their toes to raisins; bring chill to their bones; and make fingers numb. Yet, both the wisest and oldest in the family said the same - it was not good to want more than enough. The little girl didn't know why.
Why is greed bad? Can it kill?
Probably. Greed has killed people in war.
Can greed cause suffering?
Certainly. Because the little girl have heard her aunty cry when she lost all her money to the cards. And because she couldn't pay the loan sharks back, as a price, they took her only son. And she never saw her cousin Alenski again.
But there have been people who had wanted more in life and good things came out of it.
Like Martin Luther King Jr.. He had wanted freedom.
Like Bill Gates. He created a revolution of technology.
Like Lorraine Hahn. She wasn't just a beauty pageant queen. She is now a world-class TV host.
Why is wanting more so disgustingly evil? Is there a line to draw between greed and ambition? Or are they similar? She had heard her Grandpa Kelkinski say that you can't have the cake and eat it. But so then why bother having the cake if you can't gorge yourself with it? It will only go to waste.
Little girl wondered but she found no answer to her pounding question. But she knew this: that if one decides to make chocolate mousse and she bought the wrong sort of whipping cream, it is disastrous to add more whipping cream to try to salvage the problem.
Because at the end of the sticky, creamy, sugary night, you will have 3 very large bowls of chocolate mousse.
And so, this is what my fridge looks like now: A stockpile of chocolate cream.
Any takers?
She had asked her great grandma Helinski what it meant to want more but her great grandma Heli only said it was not so good to be greedy. So she tried hard not to be greedy but her dream didn't go away. So she asked her grandma Polinski and grandmum Poli said it is not good to want so much. The little girl was puzzled: why was wanting more or needing more so bad?
Surely it was good to have plenty of candies. Or plenty of money. In her household of eight, money was not always so easy to come by. The winter would bring winds from the north and shrink their toes to raisins; bring chill to their bones; and make fingers numb. Yet, both the wisest and oldest in the family said the same - it was not good to want more than enough. The little girl didn't know why.
Why is greed bad? Can it kill?
Probably. Greed has killed people in war.
Can greed cause suffering?
Certainly. Because the little girl have heard her aunty cry when she lost all her money to the cards. And because she couldn't pay the loan sharks back, as a price, they took her only son. And she never saw her cousin Alenski again.
But there have been people who had wanted more in life and good things came out of it.
Like Martin Luther King Jr.. He had wanted freedom.
Like Bill Gates. He created a revolution of technology.
Like Lorraine Hahn. She wasn't just a beauty pageant queen. She is now a world-class TV host.
Why is wanting more so disgustingly evil? Is there a line to draw between greed and ambition? Or are they similar? She had heard her Grandpa Kelkinski say that you can't have the cake and eat it. But so then why bother having the cake if you can't gorge yourself with it? It will only go to waste.
Little girl wondered but she found no answer to her pounding question. But she knew this: that if one decides to make chocolate mousse and she bought the wrong sort of whipping cream, it is disastrous to add more whipping cream to try to salvage the problem.
Because at the end of the sticky, creamy, sugary night, you will have 3 very large bowls of chocolate mousse.
And so, this is what my fridge looks like now: A stockpile of chocolate cream.
Any takers?
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Everyday Sundays
Sundays are the 'almost-perfect' creation of God. Sunday is a half-baked perfection only because you know tomorrow it's the beginning of long working week. And before your bones are all relaxed and chillin', Monday has its foot at the door ready to trip you.
A complete Sunday is when the sheets are gently welcoming, the curtains are slightly dancing and you find that it's steadily pouring - not half as heavy as a downpour where the puddles muddles your brains but just enough of sunshine to put a smile in your eyes.
My idea of an 'Forever Sunday' is:
1. Hogging the newspaper to myself for two hours in the garden.
2. Watching the kids in front of the TV with cornflakes in their hair (and everything else within a 2-metre radius).
3. Having a guffaw or two with mom and dad about something silly they did.
4. Slurping down a bowl of home-made noodles freshly made by a home-chef. Who needs a celebrity title when you have a domestic goddess at home?
5. Having a conversation with a 15-month old baby. (I talk economics and she replies in politics.)
6. Not thinking about work and deadlines.
I wish it could a Forever Sunday Everyday.
A complete Sunday is when the sheets are gently welcoming, the curtains are slightly dancing and you find that it's steadily pouring - not half as heavy as a downpour where the puddles muddles your brains but just enough of sunshine to put a smile in your eyes.
My idea of an 'Forever Sunday' is:
1. Hogging the newspaper to myself for two hours in the garden.
2. Watching the kids in front of the TV with cornflakes in their hair (and everything else within a 2-metre radius).
3. Having a guffaw or two with mom and dad about something silly they did.
4. Slurping down a bowl of home-made noodles freshly made by a home-chef. Who needs a celebrity title when you have a domestic goddess at home?
5. Having a conversation with a 15-month old baby. (I talk economics and she replies in politics.)
6. Not thinking about work and deadlines.
I wish it could a Forever Sunday Everyday.
Sunday, October 09, 2005
Word Bulb
"We have celebrated our country's independance, but when will we celebrate ours?"
- Separation 40, KLPAC, October 2nd 2005
- Separation 40, KLPAC, October 2nd 2005
What's My Mojo?
The answer of Fortune lies in a mere few question of When. For example:
WHEN will we strike an Arab vein and dance in (black sticky) gold.
WHEN will our names result a search of 350,000 million more than "Britney+Spears+baby+boy" on Google.com.
WHEN will the long thread of longing pining suitors arrive at our front doors and sweep us off our size 8 feets into the blood red sunset.
There are not many questions to ask a fortune teller other than fortune, fame and love.
But isn't there anything else we want to know about this world? Like for example:
1. When the world come to an end and How?
2. Will aliens take over the world?
3. Will Bart Simpson ever grow old?
4. Will Bill Gates sign off his bank account to Africa at his last breath?
5. Will Ozzie ever have the chance to be called 'up upper'?
6. Will penguins fly?
7. Will cars fly?
8. Will it snow in this continent?
9. Will I be an Indian princess in my next life?
10. Most of all, I want to know: Will I have Brad Pitt, George Clooney and Gilliebean feed me sweet juicy seedless grapes in this life?
So ahem... What will you ask?
WHEN will we strike an Arab vein and dance in (black sticky) gold.
WHEN will our names result a search of 350,000 million more than "Britney+Spears+baby+boy" on Google.com.
WHEN will the long thread of longing pining suitors arrive at our front doors and sweep us off our size 8 feets into the blood red sunset.
There are not many questions to ask a fortune teller other than fortune, fame and love.
But isn't there anything else we want to know about this world? Like for example:
1. When the world come to an end and How?
2. Will aliens take over the world?
3. Will Bart Simpson ever grow old?
4. Will Bill Gates sign off his bank account to Africa at his last breath?
5. Will Ozzie ever have the chance to be called 'up upper'?
6. Will penguins fly?
7. Will cars fly?
8. Will it snow in this continent?
9. Will I be an Indian princess in my next life?
10. Most of all, I want to know: Will I have Brad Pitt, George Clooney and Gilliebean feed me sweet juicy seedless grapes in this life?
So ahem... What will you ask?