First love

World Human Rights Day

This morning, I woke up feeling dysfunctional. Anyway, I dragged myself to work. Then, I realized everyone was out and about attending events except me and two other colleagues. I did my media monitoring session as usual. The main news that graces the front pages of many newspapers is about lawyers and activists arrested during a peaceful assembly yesterday morning in conjunction with the World Human Rights Day today. As usual, I am in favour of the lawyers and activists who tried to practice their right to peaceful assembly because Article 10 of the Federal Constitution gives us the right to peaceful assembly.

Under forgotten circumstances, S, my colleague started to attack me when I told her that I have never voted in my life cos I simply don’t believe in voting and politic. Then, she kept insisting that I don’t have the right to talk about human rights if I don’t want to practice my right to vote. I repeatedly told her that I am not concerned about my right to vote cos I am more concerned about other rights. According to her, her father used to fight against British imperialism during the old days for our right to vote. Of course, I understand how that had affected her. I told her that one of my friends used to be imprisoned without trial which really affected me a lot too. That’s why I am very concerned about human rights violation and state violence.

Then, we started to raise our voices to outdo each other’s voice. It was quite a comical scenario. I actually had to approach her to calm her down and she stood up starting to grab my arms as it we were about to engage in a wrestling session. Then, we started laughing and later we went out to have lunch. I promised her(did I?) that next time I am gonna vote in memory of her father who had fight for our right to vote even though I am very much an anarchist. (I can always void the vote…opps…)

Wishing all of you a peaceful and un-confrontational World Human Rights Day. Hmm…..very unlikely.

So precious...

Last Sunday, I went to KLCC park, lying on the grass, watching the blue sky and trees around me. At that moment, I felt really happy, properly happy....Mother nature becomes so precious these days....

That Saturday Evening

I have been super busy juggling my job and my social life lately. I don't have much time for creative writing anymore. It has been a month since I last updated my blog. I am tired most of the time, not to mention pretty numbed by the workload. The other day, while I was walking on the overhead bridge, I saw a woman sitting on the railing of the bridge. She stared at me and I stared at her. Then, I just moved on. Can you believe this?

Then, suddenly, a visual past through my mind like an indie short film, depicting the woman jumping off the bridge and hit by a car. It was like a hit on my head, I immediately turned back and asked a guy to pull her down from the railing. Phew..... Yes, She was trying to commit suicide and I happened to walk past. If you believe in God, you know this is not a coincidence. There was a Christian guy; stopping by to tell her that Jesus loves her because she was/ is/ was is a Christian, a lost sheep? This is not a coincidence.

Then, there was this Muslim woman trying to console her. I didn't know what to say to her. She was heart broken in a relationship. I told her that we care about her and God loves her. That was a Saturday evening, I just came back from a local pilot project that took place in Muar, Johor......bitten by sand flies all over my arms and feet..... I was tired and numbed ..... And a woman was trying to commit suicide...

Transformation

So so sorry for the long long silence. I started working for a humanitarian agency since 2 weeks ago. I have been wonderfully busy and at times awfully busy, which is good for the time being. I have been appointed as the Publications Officer. I had a good laugh when I was told cos I expected myself to be called a writer. Well, it is a good training ground for me to grow in many ways.

Yeah, this is a job that I like. I actually looking forward to going to work every morning, which I think is pretty weird cos in the beginning I couldn't visualise myself going to work in a office, not to mention wearing high heels and office attire again. This is something holistic cos I am doing something which is completely new. My life has been transformed yet I feel quite positive about this transformation.

I have to confess that I used to be quite judgmental towards the working class. Actually, it requires a lot of strength to wake up early in the morning to brave the traffic jam and crowd to work. I guess as long as you are doing something you love doing, everything seems to be quite alright even you have to stuck in the traffic jam...Well, I am wearing my pleated skirt and tie printed with Korean characters, not bad at all.

Actually, I fell really ill after my first week of work. I was suffering from allergic reaction, which had never happened before. Maybe my body wasn't ready to adjust to this new way of life and environment.

The coming weekend, I will be joining the mobile clinic co-organized by my agency and UNHCR. Then followed by a conference and SPHERE Training (it is some sort of emergency response training) next month. For you well wishers out there, please pray for me cos I really need extra strength to do all these.

Radiohead-Fake Plastic Trees

Student activist expelled in Singapore

A second-year fine art student was expelled by LASALLE College of Arts in Singapore recently after he was suspected of tagging the brand new premises of LASALLE with 'It has to start somewhere' graffiti.


I talked to that student recently in Singapore. According to him, he is just a suspect, the college has yet to come up with any solid evidence. So, personally I think the punishment is a bit too harsh considering he is just a suspect and yet to be put on trial. The inside story is this: the student is actively involved in human rights activism, so this harsh punishment is like a form of intimidation.


Of course, I am totally against the vandalism. I think it is okay to practise freedom of speech and expression as long as it doesn't violate the basic human rights of other peoples.
Anyway, I think the student deserve a second chance. So, I really hope that Singaporeans or anyone out there can appeal for this student. What you can do is to write an appeal letter and send, fax or email it to:
LASALLE College of the Arts
1 McNally Street
Singapore 187940
Tel : (+65) 6496 5000
Fax : (+65) 6496 5353
Email: enquiries@lasalle.edu.sg

Amazing grace.

So sorry for the long silence. I have been busy since I arrived in Johor on 31 Aug. I joined the Healing Rally conducted by pastor John Tharu from India. It had been so long since I last felt the powerful presence of the Holy Spirit. Peoples spoke, sang in tongues and moved to tears by the Holy Spirit. During the healing rally, I was chosen and prophecised on. Within a week, the prophesy came to past. Since I arrived here, God have unlocked many doors for me which I thought were impossible. For men, these seemed to be impossible but for God, everything is possible.

Actually, few days before I came here, my friend told me about the Asian Film Symposium which was going to take place in Singapore. Of course, I would like to attend it but hack, I thought it was impossible cos I can't affort Singapore. Then, Hani, my friend in Johor called me up and invited me to come over to Johor.

So I managed to spend a few days in Singapore to attend Asian Film Symposium which took place on 6 Sept til 10 Sept at the Substation and felt really inspired creatively. Then, another friend took me to New Creation Church at Suntec City in Singapore to attend Sunday Worship Service. It was amazing to see young peoples queue up to attend the worship service.

The worship service started at 2 pm but we had to queue up at 1pm in order to secure a seat. After attending the worship service, I figured out why peoples were queuing up. The sermon was so powerful and uplifting. I also joined the sea gypsies ministry in Johor. It was such an amazing experience to join the sea gypsies to worship the lord and moved to tears by God's presence. I am so glad that I made the decision to come to Johor. I guess it is very important to walk by faith and trust God.

When things go so wrong, we think God doesn't love us anymore. It is our own bitterness that separates us from God. God is a forgiving God, it is ourselves that are so unforgiving towards ourselves. Sometimes, we are our own worse enemy.

Don't ever...

Don't ever doubt the things from God,
You should never say that He has forgotten or abandoned you.
Don't ever think that He does not take of you.
Remember that He is always holding you with His right hand. (Is:42:13)

Shortbus

I am having a Shortbus fever,and hope you will catch it too!

Film review: Shortbus

A naked man trying to give himself...ahem, a blow job by bending his body in a very yogic way, which generates so much laughter from us, the audience. Another scene intersects, depicting an Asian woman engaged in various Karma-Sutra like sexual positions with her husband to achieve what we call 'canal bliss' (in the tone of polite and upper-class kind of way). Then, there is another scene followed, a punk-looking woman whipping up the 'cream', I mean whipping up a man's butt SM style with her punk outfit full on. Yes, this is hardcore compares to the usual cinematic standard. This is what I call cinematic liberty.

There I was, taking all these in at Bangkok International Film Festival (19-29 Jul 2007). Yet, there is something so engaging about this movie, surprisingly not so much about the over-the-top sex scenes. James (Paul Dawson), the naked man starts weeping soon after he has an ejaculation.

Sofia (Sook-Yin Lee), a sex therapist but she prefers to call herself a couple therapist, can't have orgasm and have been faking it. The punk prostitute has a thing for photography that she takes Polaroid photos of people she meets. She is an artsy social outcast to be exact.

Oddly enough, in life, the very people we often find easy to bare our naked heart completely are the strangers we meet in strange places under strange circumstances. This is exactly what happens next in the movie. James and Jamie (PJ DeBoy, they are partners in real life), the gay couple goes for counseling session conducted by Sofia. The counseling session turns out to be a disaster that Sofia reveals her I-can't-have-orgasm secret to the couple.

So, all of them end up at Shortbus, a New York underground salon in a Parisian tradition hosted by Robin Bond (Robin Bond), the oh so flamboyant transsexual. When Sofia arrives at Shortbus, Justin takes her on a tour, showing her a room where orgies are taking centre stage. There are musicians, singers, performers entertaining the crowd who are there to talk about politic, arts and sex in the most theatrical kind of way, of course. There, Sofia finds comfort in peoples who try to help her on her quest for orgasm; among them are Severin (Lindsay Beamish), the punk prostitute. At one scene, Sofia requests Justin to kiss her, so both of them starts kissing sensually in the most unexpected way.

There is a scene where Ceth, an ex model (played by singer-songwriter Jay Brannan) listens attentively to an old man who happens to be the former Mayor of New York. "People are so unforgiving." he puts it. He is blamed for not doing enough to curb HIV and Aids problems when he was a Mayor. He explains that there was only so little that people knew what to do back then but he had done his best. Then, the pretty young man with eyes filled with tears, leaning over to kiss the old man while everyone is watching them. By then, tears have streamed down from my eyes.

Ceth eventually hooks up with James and Jamie. At the couple's place, the pretty young man starts strumming the guitar and singing a very melodic song for the couple. That is almost child-like and innocent. Then, the mood takes a turn when they go on to engage in a hilarious threesome sexcapade.

Sofia's canal problem has been affecting her well being. Obviously, Sofia and her husband are sexually incompatible but they still put up with each other sexually in order to save the marriage. On the other hand, James is pushed into being gay by forced circumstances because he was a male prostitute. Yet, he knows that Jamie loves him so much that he has to continue being a faking gay.

This is a heart-wrenching movie with a lot of dark humor thrown in to slightly minimize the intensity. Every sex scene seems to convey a painful reality that many of us try to dismiss. This is a movie that is going to make you weep and sob silly and you don't even know why. Perhaps, it is like a blow on our heads that it makes us realize that many of us have been struggling really hard to come to terms with our own sexuality simply because we live in a very judgmental and unforgiving society. We have to really cross the religious and social barriers to truly understand the humanity portrayed in this movie. Sad but true, not many of us do. It is a miracle itself that a porn-chic movie as such can be so thought-provoking. Thanks to the director John Cameron Mitchell for being the savior of American indie film industry.

Hello my friends

A quick shout out to Hermione, Shannon, Issac , Melissa, Kavern, Yas from Japan and everyone. So sorry for the long silence. Have a good week ahead. Chat again soon.

Orange sky

What if?

18-07-2007-I set the alarm clock last night so that I could wake up early and leave but things don't always happen the way you expect or predict. Last night, I suddenly felt so lonely after I came back from dinner. That kind of unspeakable loneliness which I used to be able to cope when I was on a journey. After all, travelling on your own can be quite lonely sometimes. I wonder If I left home much much earlier, would it be different by now. Maybe we shouldn't ask this kind of question: "What if?" If we knew it earlier, we wouldn't have done so many things. Would my mother marry my father if she could turn back the clock and re-live her life? Would my sister marry her husband if she was given a second chance?

All of us need a second chance. It is so painful when we have to ask ourselves this kind of question. I think the worst thing is that we can't really come up with an absolute answer, an ultimate answer or an unregretable answer. So, we prefer not to ask ourselves some life-changing and important questions cos we know we don't have the answers. There are many walls built around our hearts. The moment when a life-changing question is answered, a wall is pulled down. Along the journey in life, we will have to pull down these walls no matter how many obsticles we have to encounter and eventually we will find ourselves, our truest self and freedom.

The revolutionary

Computer game

Strike a pose like a hell raiser,

....................Swing my M16,

Aim at my enermy.

....................Pull the trigger,

fire the bullets.

......................VENGE OUT MY ANGER IN THE CYBER WORLD.

No one gives a damn when I gun down that man.

Inspired by the teens and gangsters who spend long hours playing Counter Strike in an internet cafe I normally go

The crying Darfur

I heard so much about Darfur from humanitarian workers. These people who had risked their lives to go to Darfur to extend their helping hands to the civilians who have been trapped and victimized in the name of war, civil war to be exact. These humanitarian workers still believe and hold on to the hope that there will be better days for the Sudanese. There are many unheard sad stories about the Sudanese that will move everyone to tears. I hope next time when I hear a story about Sudan, it will make me smile. Please log on to Amnesty International website (Make Some Noise campaign) to find out what you can do to help the Sudanese.

Activism

...........................Mary Go Round,

...........................................spinning around.

...........................Ferris Wheel,

...........................................splendid view.

...........................Spread your banners,

..........................................raise your placards.

...........................Say it out loud:

.........................................."Fascists step down."

Inspired by the May Day March in Kuala Lumpur that I joined in 2006.

life is what you make out of it

Actually, we all have gone through tough time in order to commit to our truest soul and dreams. Two days ago, I went to meet a long lost friend. He wanted to open a cafe, so he spent months setting up the cafe, creating an atmosphere and environment that spell his personality. He makes a living as a tattoo artist but recently he spent a lot of time setting up a cafe. He built a fish pond, painted the walls, cemented the floor and there are still more works to be done. He has to tear off part of the walls on the second floor and convert it into a veranda. Totally D-I-Y. I used to help him to set up the tattoo studio and cafe in the previous location and we did have a lot of fun even though the cafe didn't make money but there was a bunch of like minded people who came to hang out and play music.

Once, after attending a film festival, I invited Amir Muhamad (the film director of The Big Durian) and the gang to come and hang out in the cafe. We just need to hang out with people who share the same passion in life, people who speak the `same language of passion'. We need to feed on each other's passionate energy on daily basis to keep the light of passion burning. This friend has great spirit and great faith even though money is running out sometimes. He is always such an inspiration to me. Of course, I believe he will pull it through cos he had done it many times. I have been working on a few projects too, never mind that I was called a slacker by some people cos I don't have a monthly faithful income as a freelancer. After all, they don't really pay my bills, do they?


I used to have a permanent job too. When I finished college back in 1995. I was landed a job as a Guest Service Assistant at a 5 star resort in Langkawi. I hated that job really, I was living in hell for one year before I quit. I had to wear this over-sized uniform and high heels that hurt my feet, not to mention, lip stick, eye shadow and all that shit on daily basis. Sometimes, during high occupancy, there was a never ending queue of guests waiting to check out. By the time I was free to go for my lunch break, the cafeteria already closed. I always had nightmare the night before public holidays. Of course, I had not-too-bad- income but I was so tied down and tortured by my job. One day, I looked into the mirror and I didn't recognise who I was anymore cos the job had killed my soul.


Then, I moved back to Penang and landed myself as a Public Relation Coordinator at SUPER KOMTAR. Probably you had heard my voice: "Paging for MR. So and So, kindly proceed to the Customer Service Counter immediately" We had to deal with customer complaints and a lot of petty things. We got to organise children colouring contests and other contests. I had great colleagues, so it was bearable but I still hated that over sized uniform. One day, while I was squatting behind the gift counter for hours packing canned soft drinks. I asked myself one question: Why was I working my butt out to make the rich becomes richer. So, I quit again.


Then, I went backpacking around a few places in Malaysia with my best friend, Melissa. It was Melissa who introduced me to backpacking. Melissa had done India. (Oh yeah, Mellisa just gave birth to a baby boy few days ago, her second child.) In the backpacking scene, there is a backpacker's saying: If you have survived India, that means you have graduated from the university of backpacking. I haven't done India, so I haven't graduated just yet. Ok, let's get back to the story, So after the cuti-cuti Malaysia backpacking trip. I got a job as an assistant teacher at a School for the Blind in Penang, very little salary, it was like half-charitable job. Seriously, my life changed dramatically, many good things happened to me. The job made me feel so saintly. I remember one day, Andrew (who is visually impaired) came to talk to me. He came to talk to me often when I finished my class at 4.30 pm. That day, he told me that his salvation lied in Jesus' love. I listened to his story and started weeping cos I was so touched. Now you know that I heard the gospel from a blind man who walks by faith, not by sight He is a man who has fulfilled the scripture: to walk by faith, not by sight. I worked there for 2 years, the longest job I ever had so far.


During that time, I went backpacking to Thailand, Borneo and Cambodia on my own during school holidays. When I came back from Cambodia, I was so touched and inspired by the people I met there that I wrote a article about Cambodia and the landmine victims. I was probably the first or second Malaysian who backpacked to Cambodia by land and I was very proud of myself (I am not showing off, just proud). The article was published in New Straits Times. That is how I started off as a writer.


After that, I worked as a trekking guide in Cameron Highlands. Everyday was a holiday....My life changed again. Bohemian life, crazy and started to develop bad habits. I really had a great time in Cameron Highlands. Off to Europe for 3 months, hitch-hiking, fire dancing, camping in a massive hippie festival with 20,000 people, sleeping in a stable like baby Jesus in the mountain in Austria, being cold and homeless, sleeping in a car in Zurich. Life is what you make out of it. I made mistakes, I learnt from mistakes, I cried, I smiled, I loved, I hated, I suffered, I laughed, I sinned , I repent cos I allowed myself to unfold every layer of humanity. Along the journey, I realised that God loves me. I know He will always love me til the end of the time

Requiem for Davina

It was 15th May 2007. We woke up early cos we wanted to attend Davina's (my cousin-sister) funeral. It was like a dream, so unreal but yet we were really on our way to Butterworth to attend her funeral. There were many peoples by the time we arrived, many of them were Davina's colleagues. Justine (Davina's boss) and Selina were there too.

There were many familiar faces. It was Davina that brought us together. It was Davina that we talked to each other and revealed our most humane side to each other cos we were at Mount Miriam cancer hospital to be with Davina during her final days. It was Davina that made us realised how powerless we are even many of us are so powerful in our respective field of work but there were only so much we could do to save Davina. In fact, her company was willing to generate RM 120,000 for her medical expenses but yet we could not save her.

We didn't talk much to each other anymore cos the person that brought us together was no longer with us. We were there to pay our last respect and to mourn. The black van that parked outside the gate was adorned with flower garlands. The flower garland sent by my church was placed in the front of the van. I had no tears to shed, no more tears but I was still engulfed by sadness. All of us walked behind the slow moving black van. Later, her body was cremated. There were so many questions lingering on my mind. Why she was not given a second chance?

Davina, 31 years old, died of liver cancer on Mother's day, living behind a 14 months old son, a husband and all of us. May her soul rest in peace.

Here without you

Is This Love

Extended Theological Education Course

I just came back from Port Dickson. I was invited to join the one week Extended Theological Course. I was supposed to learnt from the preachers but I ended up having two rounds of biblical debate with the preachers. I know Christ through wonders, miracles and His unfailing love and forgiveness which happened in my life. That's why I believe in Christ because He had freed me from the dungeon of darkness. No one can take this away from me or tell me anything that contradicts to my own personal relationship with Christ. The very thing that almost destroys my faith or to raise doubt in Christ is the teachers of the law, who are Christians themselves. (just like the Pharisees described in the Bible who persecuted Jesus Christ). I am a believer of Christ, who doesn't belong to any denomination because I find division amongst churches to be very depressing.



Let's do a bit of 'brokeback' just to piss them (the teachers
of the law) off.

Two beautiful souls were born into this world. They are pure

and innocent until the world teaches them how to

hate.

Let's stop pretending that we really love each other.

Oh Lord, please protect these kids from being brainwashed.

Oh Lord, please tell us that you are not the toxic

God that they told us.

If only we were allowed to be the person we really are.....

Let's treat each other just like how we want to be treated.

That sum up all commandments of the Law.

Don't let the colours of our skins and religions come between us.
I am just standing at a different angle to look at the same religion

California dreaming

Bluebeard

The real things

I stayed back here because I was so sure that it was the right thing to do, or rather, I came here in the first place because I thought nothing would hold me back but I was wrong. I was like an incomplete picture with one piece of missing puzzle. It had gone missing long before I realized it, carelessly misplaced. That is what we always do, misplacing things, love, heart and soul.

Then, we will end up spending our whole lives finding that one piece of missing puzzle. Some people will find it, some people won't and never will. Those who manage to find it will die with their eyes closed. Those who can't fine it will die with their eyes open and drag along their unfinished business down to the graves with them. Of course, we won't be able to see it cos our eyes are not made to see the real things.

Marilyn Manson - Tourniquet

Love is in the air (part 1)

12-Sept-2006-Yesterday morning I sent the bicycle to be repaired. Yes, Alexia was right, there were holes on the tyre. So, I was there at the mechanic shop to see the mechanic repairing the tyre. At least, I learnt to repair a holed tyre. I had lunch at the restaurant back at the guesthouse. Tiu was there, so I asked her about her son. Thank goodness, she remember me. I remember her because of her friendliness during my very first visit there few years ago. She told me she went to Marta, an island in Italy for 6 months. She has a Martese boyfriend now. So, she told me about her experience in Marta. I noticed she was drinking and smoking heavily while she was chatting with me. Then, a crowd flocked in to have lunch at the restaurant. There were a few Malaysian tourists, so I talked to one of them. Then, I waited for the crowd to leave so that I could settle the rent for my room.

Tiu's friend, Oak came with a chubby baby girl. Mama(the owner of the guesthouse) cuddled her and then passed her to me. Tiu invited me to go with them to the Elephant Camp. So, I rushed back to the raft house to ask Alexia to come with us. Alexia and I sat at the back of the pick-up truck. Then, the pick-up was halted near to the bridge of the River Kwai to pick up tourists. We waited for a while there. Oak, came around to pass me baby Cream. I was sitting at the back of the pick-up stated sweating and holding a sweating baby. Alexia decided to get off to have a meal. She told me not to wait for her.

Actually, I was supposed to leave for Bangkok this morning but I decided to stay back for one more day. I have to go for my visa run tomorrow cos I have to leave the country on 14-Sept 2006. Yeah, the visa run has become such a nuisance and it is really annoying cos I have to put everything aside to get it done. Or else, I really would like to stay back and spend more time with Alexia and my new found friends.

The Elephant Camp was pretty amazing. The elephants there seemed to be well taken care of. At least, I didn't spot any elephant with torn ears and injured skin. It was really awesome to see more than 10 elephants bathing in the jade green River Kwai at one go. It was really a very rare view to behold. The guide told me that it is better for the elephants to work with the tourists than to work in the forest. Well, I am not the elephants, I can't tell whether they really prefer to transport tourists on there backs on daily basis.

Cream obviously is not a baby who loves to smile but at one point, I started smiling when I teased her. Oh, I felt this great joy in my heart when I saw her smiling. After the Elephant Camp, we stopped by at the Snooker Bar to return the pick-up to the owner. Then, Oak insisted that I went to her house by the river.

Oasis - Champagne Supernova (Live)

Champagne Supernova

Champagne Supernova (by Oasis)

How many special people change
How many lives are living strange
Where were you when we were getting high?
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannon ball
Where were you while we were getting high?
Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky

Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova in the sky

Wake up the dawn and ask her why
A dreamer dreams she never dies
Wipe that tear away now from your eye
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannon ball
Where were you when we were getting high?

Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky
Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova in the sky

Cos people believe that they're
Gonna get away for the summer
But you and I, we live and die
The world's still spinning round
We don't know why
Why, why, why, why

How many special people change
How many lives are living strange
Where were you when we were getting high?

Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannon ball
Where were you while we were getting high?
Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky

Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova in the sky

Cos people believe that they're
Gonna get away for the summer
But you and I, we live and die
The world's still spinning round
We don't know why
Why, why, why, why

How many special people change
How many lives are living strange
Where were you when we were getting high?
We were getting high
We were getting high
We were getting high
We were getting high

Monsoon rain

Lotus pond,
Flower horn.
Monsoon rain laced with watermelon sweet,
it brings hope and promise,
it also brings along despair and grief.

Questions......

Who are you?
............................................Is it pleasure or pain? Are you fake?

............................Are you real?
.........................................................Interpret the past.

Do you dare?........................................... Expose your mind.

Where is tension?................. Strip your mind.

Are you spontaneous?
......................................................................................Capitalise on fear.

............Are you inspired?
............................................Create value

............................................Self-restraint or self-expression?
Social order or social pressure?.................................... Defy definations.

................................Do you pressure the environment or the environment pressure you?
.......................Do you have faith to make the impossible to become possible?

............................Redefine love?

Who are you?..................Who.....
..................................................are
......................................................y
......................................................o
......................................................u
......................................................?

Bombings in Bangkok

On new year's eve, 8 bombs explosed in 8 different locations in Bangkok killing 3 and injuring 38. Of course, I was sadden by this incident cos I could have been in Bangkok that time if things really worked out the way I wanted. So, God has its way to keep me in safety even sometimes it is against my will. The photos above were taken in Khaosan Road. The place is just a walking distance from where I used to stay when I was in Bangkok. A bomb explosed at Pratunam Pier, the place I frequently took the klong taxi. When my sister visited me in Bangkok, I took her to go for a joyride in a klong taxi there....I have been living life dangerously when I come to think about it.

Happy New Year 2007

Happy New Year 2007 to everyone. Hope year 2007 will lead you to the path of peace, joy, harmony, unfailing love and creative living.