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A Wedding

Yesterday was definitely one of the happiest days I ever had in year 2008.

I joined another friend’s wedding ceremony. Wedding ceremony always gives me a very special feeling. The joy of seeing two people who loved each other get united for life. Those feeling of blissfulness, love and happiness radiates and overflow from the couple and enveloped me. I think I have so much of these feeling because I was tailing them for the whole day. Well, I’m one of the ‘doggie team’, photographers I mean.

Yes, happy, but there was a big side effect. It was a very tiring event. My eyes are still heavy, despite the long rest since last night. Heavy eyes are not meant to be used to write a lot. So I’m compensating with photos. A photo tells a thousand words, ain’t it? So a few photos are going to tell u lots of words.

Make upMake up in progress.

Smile..Sweet smile

A princess in makingThe Crown is on

Bride's dressBride and her dress

Some games for the groomSome games for the groom

How does it taste like?How does it tastes like?

Looks deliciousLooks like he enjoys it

10 commandmentThe bride’s ten commandments!

'Marry me please...'“Marry me please…”

welcome‘Welcome”

monkeysPosing with monkeys

The momentThe moment

BlessingA blessing received

Simple & elegantSimple & elegant

That's meThat’s me. Photo’s credit to Ah John. Uh, never knew I looked so fair.

Happy day!That’s me again. And credit to Ah John again.

There were plenty more but my eyes are just too heavy to keep going. By the way, happy Advent folks! Today is the first Sunday in Advent. It marks the beginning of a new liturgical year in Catholic church’s calender.

The word Advent derives from Latin word which bears the meaning of coming. This is a season with twofold visions; to prepare ourselves worthily to celebrate the anniversary of Jesus’ coming and to look to the future when He will come again. This is the time when we reflect and get more involved in our life as a part of Christian community. Yes, it also hinted that its time to playing Christmas songs!

Happy reading and Adiós.

November 30, 2008 at 11:18 pm 18 comments

The Other Boleyn Girl

Tonight I watched The Other Boleyn Girl. Well, lust definitely had changed the history.

Tomorrow is going to be a busy day. A wedding is awaiting. Got to rest earlier.

Good night folks.

November 28, 2008 at 10:00 pm Leave a comment

Sunrise

28 November 2008Sunrise – 28 November 2008

November 28, 2008 at 8:27 am Leave a comment

I Watched Twilight

At last, I watched the long awaited Twilight in cinema.

I liked the movie. Glad it was not as bad as those reviews wrote. It was far from bad actually. The movie was romantic, furnished with bit of actions and have its very own kicks of humor. It reminded me of how I used to play eyes with my crush, damn a long time ago.

For me, it’s just like the whole book was squeezed into a two-hour summary. Two hours, yet I felt it scarcely sufficient to satisfy me. Twilight fans out there could have shared the same sentiment too. And thank you very much to those monkeys-you-know-who, because they helped to further shorten the movie by cutting a few scenes out from it. It had rudely altered the flow of the movie. That was a very sad thing for me. Damn you, monkeys. If you thought kissing scenes are bad for kids, let me tell you, nowadays they knew more and perform even better than you.

Anyway let’s leave the monkeys in Madagascar and move back to the movie. The Cullens were indeed as beautiful as how Stephenie Meyer described it. Extremely fair, handsome, gorgeous, beautiful, sparkling, and you name it. Edward looked better and better towards the end of the movie. Somehow I felt that he was not that good looking in the beginning. Bella was okay all the time.

Everything was as how I imagined when I read the book, except for Billy and Jacob. I imagined that Billy could be bigger in size and looked much older. Meanwhile Jacob, oh my, he’s rather dark. He can be a good candidate for any character in Pocahontas, if such movie is ever to be filmed in the near future.

I loved the baseball game scene the best. While reading the book, I kept imagining how fast the balls will fly, how thunderous it may sound when it was hit and how fast they run to catch a home run ball. The movie satisfied my curiosities. It was cool and full of actions here.

This is definitely a movie which new and young lovers should watch together, strongly recommended by me. You will discover that you felt exactly as how Edward and Bella did. Adrenaline rush, heart pumped ragingly, electric shocks, and at certain points, you were not sure if you want to lose your self control or pretend to. Bella was so willing to switch her status from mortal to immortal. Gimme a bite and we are together forever. Edward was so willing to sacrifice for Bella, except for his poison. To bite or not to bite, that is the question. Older lovers, sorry, you must have tried all these and there’s not much electricity left. Just save your adrenaline and heart pumping for your wedding night.

Bella and Edward were so deeply in love with each other, so willingly to sacrifice for each other. Shall I call this as unconditional love? I guess so. In real time, somehow this unconditional thing tends to metamorphose to conditional thing as people grow advanced in age. That’s why I recommend only young lovers to watch it, since older couples will sigh at the sight of such unconditional love. Most of them do not longer believe in it. Did you notice the word most? So no hard feeling please, if you are in the older lover’s category and still give out your unconditional love. *Winks*

Well, that’s something which I observed along the years. Age advanced peoples tend to have more things to consider in their mind compared to the younger people because younger people have to start everything from nothing. Age advanced people always have something which they need to weight for, so that they can assure themselves that they are not making a loss during the love transaction. Marry her and I ends up 50% poorer. Marry him and I can have a full wardrobe full of dress. This makes unconditional love started to sound like a taboo thing. No wonder in movies, it’s only the children who can always see the elves, Santa Clause and fairy godmother.

Hey folks, how on earth I come to all these condition and unconditional thing? Oh, probably I’m just upset because I did not manage to watch it with a girl. Not my fault though. I was prepared to ring up some ladies after I decided to watch the movie tonight when a friend called and asked if I am going out. Reluctant to change my plan to watch the movie, I hinted him that the movie is going to be boring and he may fell asleep. Yet he refused to listen and wanted to join me. So now you see why.

November 27, 2008 at 11:55 pm Leave a comment

A Hot Day

Today was a hot day. It could be cooler if a friend of mine did not ask for my help to fetch him to make his passport.

We reached the immigration office by 10.30am in the morning. “We need your original and duplicated copy of your birth certificate,” the officer at the reception told him, when he noticed that my friend did not bring his birth certificate.

So back we went, to his house. When we reached the immigration office for the second time, it was around 11.15am. “This passport size photo is not acceptable. Your head must look bigger and you must wear a black blazer because your T-shirt is white in colour,” the officer told him, at the same time show us the samples of correct passport sized photos.

So off we went, to have his correct version of passport sized photo taken. When we reached the immigration office for the third time, it was almost lunch hour. We were glad that everything were okay and in order by this time.

On the way back, we still managed to laugh at ourselves. The sun was shining brightly for the whole morning and I was almost a roast pig when I reached home. The sun must have roasted my brain because until now I still not sure of how I should feel about this. By the way, I still can feel the heat on my head and face. Sigh.

Ps: Twilight is coming to Sibu’s cinema tomorrow. Hopes that it is not as disappointing as what the reviews claimed.

November 26, 2008 at 9:45 pm Leave a comment

Haircut

I went for a haircut today.

‘What style do you want’, the hairdresser asked. ‘I want it short and spiky’, I replied.

Short and spiky. These two words never came across my mind when I went for haircuts in the last twenty five years of my life. I used to comb it neat and shiny, as how Chow Yun Fatt did. I stuck to that hairstyle not because I adored him, but because my hair is thick, bushy and fast growing. The combing process was easy and fast then, and faster if I was generous with the hair gel. It also allowed me to keep my hair longer before I need to visit my barber.

Early this year, a few of my colleagues started to suggest me to change my hairstyle. They believed that I may look younger. No doubt that I looked more matured compared to anyone who’s in my age. Peer pressure is an amazing thing, and it changed people real fast. Despite my 25 years of Chow Yun Fatt hair style, I changed to durian hairstyle just weeks after their pressure.

Talking about the hairstyle and age always remind me of one particular interesting incidents during my stay in Sarawak General Hospital.

It was a hot Sunday evening. The hospital used to have a number of visitors on Sunday, especially evangelist from various churches. Two young guys in their early twenties from a Methodist church approached me that evening. As usual, I responded well to them, regardless the church they came from.

They started the conversation by asking how was my health, recovery and where did I came from. After introducing themselves, only one of the guys continued to talk to me. I presumed that they must have agreed to take turn to ‘preach’. As he spoke, I could notice that his hands were trembling. He was rather anxious and was trying hard to hide it.

When he was about to finish his ‘preaching’, he was warmed up and started to chat with more confident. Before he ended the conversation, and trying to be friendly perhaps, he asked a few more questions, including how old am I.

I had never expected him to ask such a question and somehow at that moment I started to understand why peoples, especially the ladies, are not friendly with such question. Reluctant to give him a direct answer but trying to be as courteous as possible, I twisted my reply, ‘What do you guess?’ For a moment I felt that I was the smartest man on the earth.

I was proven wrong in the next few seconds. Before I continue with the story, I have to clarify that my hairstyle then was the Chow Yun Fatt’s, since that was the most appropriate hairstyle for a patient. By the standard of my ward, that was already considered as overdone. Inside the ward, people only cared if they could survive the treatment with all body parts still intact and finally heading back to home instead of mortuary upon discharge.

Opps, let’s get back to the story.

He guessed my age. ‘Erm, I think you are around thirty to thirty five?’ he replied. I was not sure if I wanted to laugh or to cry. The two feelings were so antagonistic to each other. Hoping that he will end the conversation soonest possible, I simply replied ‘Yup, just around that age.’ Ok, thank you, goodbye and sayonara.

Again, I was proven wrong. He kept the conversation alive. After we chatted about other topics, he started to feel comfortable with his increasing confident and he went back to the same old question again, ‘How old are you, actually?’. Oh man, are you running out of topic? The voices in my mind started to argue with each other. Tell him the truth. No, just tell him you’re thirty, don’t hurt his feeling and confident. NO! I can’t tell lies, not to a kid who just shared the good news with me, Jesus is not going to like it.

‘Twenty six, actually’, I replied, finally. ‘Just almost near to what you had guessed’, I added, hoping it will soften the going-to-be-awkward moments.

His friend dropped his jaw and his eyes bulged out in disbelieve, not because of the truth in my age but because talking his friend had just make a silly assumption on someone’s age. It’s kind of the-foot-in-the-mouth moments.

‘Oh…’, he replied in between shocked and dumbfound. For the next few seconds he was having a hard time to figure out what to say next.

‘It’s okay. My friends used to say that I always look older compared to my age’, I said, to broke the silent.

‘Oh, I am really sorry….’, he replied, still thinking hard what to say.

‘Haha, never mind. How about you? How old are you?’ I asked, trying to shift the attention to him.

‘I’m twenty two’, he replied with a big grin. ‘We’re just about the same age. Nice to meet you. We got make a move’, he added and ended the conversation. Glad he did.

Okay, back to the hairdresser I met this afternoon. He was quiet and looked as if his mind was bothered by something. A bothered hairdresser is a dangerous person, let me tell you. He cut my hair as if my hair owed him a million dollar. Rough and unfriendly. Thank God anyway, since his mood did not impede his professionalism. I went back with the style I wanted. And my head intact.

November 25, 2008 at 11:47 pm Leave a comment

Six Days And Fifteen Hours

Six days and fifteen hours.

In another six days and fifteen hours I will be heading to Kuching again. I can foresee that this coming three-days-two-nights’ trip is going to be a less interesting one compared to the previous’. The reason is simple; I am going alone.

Thinking of it makes me wonder what I am going to do to pass my extra time there. The only time I am going to be occupied is the morning of the second day, some ‘official business’ in SGH. Perhaps window shopping is a good idea. Enjoy a good steak at San Francisco’s Grill is also within the wish list. One thing for sure, I am going to hang around in MPH bookstore. I used to spend half day there during my last visit. Given the variety and quality of books it offers, there is no way all bookshops in Sibu, if combined, can ever beat it.

My return from Kuching will mark the end of my long holiday and it’s time to resume office. It sounds uninteresting, especially the phrase ‘end of holiday’ and ‘resume office’. The thought of complicated office politics and irrational selfish human being make me feel that it’s a worse place to dwell compared to hospital. I am glad though, because such pessimistic contained only in a few. There is still a big bunch of lovely and good people inside. Oh folks, I just love you all!

The last six months had been a real big turn in my life. Trials and adversaries, tumor and operations, and I ended with 20 packets of blood from 20 strangers inside me. Somehow I managed to survive and hoped that I will continue to. There is nothing to sorry or sympathy for at here though. Each of us has our specific challenge and hardship, and mine just happen to be this one. That’s why they called it life is a box of chocolate, I guess. By the way, the humor side was one friend of mine had always told me that operation and blood transfusion will alter people’s personality and I never believe so until sad movies started to make me cry. Oh my… those 20 strangers must have liked to cry so much.

In the blink of an eye, life’s direction drifted, priorities altered and ambitions changed. Directions had drifted from ‘work full time and enjoy when there is spare time’ to ‘life is to enjoy, work is to pass the extra time’. Priority had altered from establishing carrier pathway or climbing-up-the-organization-ladder craps to establishing a quality life and time with beloved ones.

The changes in ambitions were the most interesting among all. I came around with more goals which are lovely and achievable. My ambition right now is to finish reading three books within the next six days; How to Use Power Phrases to Say What You Mean, Mean What You Say, and Get What You Want by Meryl Runion; A Survival Guide for Working with Bad Bosses- Dealing with Bullies, Idiots, Back-stabbers, and Other Managers From Hell by Gini Graham Scott, and; New Moon by Stephenie Meyer. My next ambition will be to fill my small garden with a monotone of sunflower. The next next ambition will be to setup a new blog space – friendster’s blog is just too incompatible with so many things.

Now I wonder how things are going to be after I resume office. I am going to have a new boss, you see. The former one had retired months ago. Hope the books I read helps.

November 24, 2008 at 9:31 pm 2 comments

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