I have sorta moved to Monstah on Tumblr.
Sorta.
Dec 17, 2010
Dec 14, 2010
To move or to stay?
Still wondering if I should stick to Blogger or move to Tumblr permanently.
Blogger annoys the heck out of me sometimes because it's such a hassle to upload photos, whereas it's pretty easy with Tumblr. I also prefer Tumblr's layout and the only thing that's holding me back is the fact that you can't comment on Tumblr posts.
Blogger annoys the heck out of me sometimes because it's such a hassle to upload photos, whereas it's pretty easy with Tumblr. I also prefer Tumblr's layout and the only thing that's holding me back is the fact that you can't comment on Tumblr posts.
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Nov 21, 2010
What I did on a hot Sunday
Today was one hot ass day. Lately the weather has been a killer, thank God for air-conditioning in the office, although sometimes it gets warm there as well 'cause we only have 1 (old) air-cond unit for like, 16/17 people. We really should request for another one. But I digress...

Alda and I went downtown to take a look at Pesta Chow Kit Kita (FB), a project by and for the youth in Chow Kit, which was held at KL Krash Pad (FB). One of their assignments was to interview and take pictures of people living in the area, which included homeless men and immigrants. I'm not sure if the gallery will still be at KL Krash Pad, but it's definitely an eye-opener. Chow Kit Kita is an awesome project to engage teens and make them feel important and needed, especially those who come from an under-privileged background. Too bad not a lot of people knew about this event!



The band that played during the opening ceremony was pretty awesome, I didn't catch their name though
The heat was killing me by then - I wore a flowy tube top with shorts and flip-flops but I was still sweating like mad, even the back of my top was drenched! I'm also tanner now cause we were walking up and down under the hot sun.
Anyway, after that we headed to The Annexe because a friend asked to check out a photography exhibition there (FB). Organized by a group of Taylor's College students, 'Everyone Has Hope' showcases photos taken by young Burmese refugees.
It is...I would say refreshing to see pictures taken from the view of innocent children, and also heart wrenching at the same time to find out what kind of conditions they live in. Did you know that although they are given the refugee status, the Malaysian government doesn't grant them basic rights, such as education? They're not allowed to attend public schools, so they go to this 'Burmese school' which is situated in a shop lot and are taught by volunteers. You can purchase the pictures from the exhibition and all proceeds go to the Burmese school (there's a donation box there as well). Do check it out, it's going on til Nov 27th.

The Burmese kids who participated in 'Everyone Has Hope'
Peter Jackson (cool name eh), whose photo I bought

Alda and I went downtown to take a look at Pesta Chow Kit Kita (FB), a project by and for the youth in Chow Kit, which was held at KL Krash Pad (FB). One of their assignments was to interview and take pictures of people living in the area, which included homeless men and immigrants. I'm not sure if the gallery will still be at KL Krash Pad, but it's definitely an eye-opener. Chow Kit Kita is an awesome project to engage teens and make them feel important and needed, especially those who come from an under-privileged background. Too bad not a lot of people knew about this event!



The band that played during the opening ceremony was pretty awesome, I didn't catch their name thoughThe heat was killing me by then - I wore a flowy tube top with shorts and flip-flops but I was still sweating like mad, even the back of my top was drenched! I'm also tanner now cause we were walking up and down under the hot sun.
Anyway, after that we headed to The Annexe because a friend asked to check out a photography exhibition there (FB). Organized by a group of Taylor's College students, 'Everyone Has Hope' showcases photos taken by young Burmese refugees.
It is...I would say refreshing to see pictures taken from the view of innocent children, and also heart wrenching at the same time to find out what kind of conditions they live in. Did you know that although they are given the refugee status, the Malaysian government doesn't grant them basic rights, such as education? They're not allowed to attend public schools, so they go to this 'Burmese school' which is situated in a shop lot and are taught by volunteers. You can purchase the pictures from the exhibition and all proceeds go to the Burmese school (there's a donation box there as well). Do check it out, it's going on til Nov 27th.
The Burmese kids who participated in 'Everyone Has Hope'
Peter Jackson (cool name eh), whose photo I bought
Nov 19, 2010
Back back back with the powah, powah
So I'm back to blogging, after taking a long ass hiatus, after so many scattered posts. Why? Do I even need to justify my actions? No I don't, but looking back at my Livejournal and my older blogs, blogging's a nice way to record down certain memories. And this is what it'll be (when I have the time to) - a (mostly) photographic evidence of what I've experienced, gone through, been to, wish for.
Where do I start?
UNIQLO landed in KL, people! I was invited to interview the MD for Singapore & Malaysia, went to their media 'tour', went for their party, and witnessed on Facebook how amazing the response was on their first day of opening. UNIQLO's a favorite for basics, I've washed my tees like 100 times and they're still super soft! The Japanese really know how to make quality products.


On the same day as the media tour, right across the road at Pavilion was the M-IFW 2010. I went for a few shows - so far my favorite is Tom Abang Saufi. I heard Michael Ong's songket collection was good, even though I wasn't there to see his show myself.
MSN Life & Style did a few Street Snaps for our site at the M-IFW, take a look at the people who were dressed to impress, stand out, the works!
Gosh so work's pretty much write, think, contacts, think more, do more research, keep myself updated, attend events and make sure articles get written!
A few days ago, I did this very guerilla, DIY, low-budget photo shoot with Ze! and my Kreme Kart pals. I'm awfully impressed by Ze! and her sister Yasmeen, their style is so refreshing compared to what you usually get in KL...

More updates soon, especially of my beloved Pistol Pete. xxoo.
Where do I start?
UNIQLO landed in KL, people! I was invited to interview the MD for Singapore & Malaysia, went to their media 'tour', went for their party, and witnessed on Facebook how amazing the response was on their first day of opening. UNIQLO's a favorite for basics, I've washed my tees like 100 times and they're still super soft! The Japanese really know how to make quality products.


On the same day as the media tour, right across the road at Pavilion was the M-IFW 2010. I went for a few shows - so far my favorite is Tom Abang Saufi. I heard Michael Ong's songket collection was good, even though I wasn't there to see his show myself.
MSN Life & Style did a few Street Snaps for our site at the M-IFW, take a look at the people who were dressed to impress, stand out, the works!Gosh so work's pretty much write, think, contacts, think more, do more research, keep myself updated, attend events and make sure articles get written!
A few days ago, I did this very guerilla, DIY, low-budget photo shoot with Ze! and my Kreme Kart pals. I'm awfully impressed by Ze! and her sister Yasmeen, their style is so refreshing compared to what you usually get in KL...

More updates soon, especially of my beloved Pistol Pete. xxoo.
Aug 27, 2010
1.
You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before, she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect – your aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break – her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.
-Bob Marley
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Aug 24, 2010
Look mah! I'm being silly in a video!
When I was still with Rip Curl we sponsored some apparel for Car Crash Heart's music video, and they invited me to the second half of their video shoot at MILK Club. The moment I arrived some Caucasian lady pulled me in to sing a long karaoke style to 'Just A Face In A Crowd' and I ended up in the vid! (see if you can spot me there are so many people in there)
I first watched CCH perform in January and I was really impressed with their performance. Check out their Facebook fan page and click LIKE!
I first watched CCH perform in January and I was really impressed with their performance. Check out their Facebook fan page and click LIKE!
Jun 28, 2010
Absolutely Awesomest Maximus

So since everyone has this misconception of me being a 24/7 crazy drunk tripping party girl, kay lah, I'm just gonna post up my party pictures from now on. Feeding the stereotypes FTW!

At the beginning of this month I got an invite for the launch of Absolut Rock at Blackbox, Solaris Dutamas (thanks Eric muaks muaks muaks) and I was like HELL YEAH RSVP lah terus kan. Needless to say I had shit tons of fun, my femes blogger friends were there too but they came late so I was halfway gone when they arrived haha. Much love to Mike for feeding me endless vodka x wine mix.
suanie
tipsy ol me and the crowd
suanie
tipsy ol me and the crowd
the crazy bunch
I guess you've noticed I don't really take a lot of pictures..I just tend to forget that I have a camera. I should get a designated cameraman. Pics were stolen from Suan & Alvan ;D
(no idea why the pictures are damn small. Fucking blogspot.)
(no idea why the pictures are damn small. Fucking blogspot.)
May 23, 2010
Metal&Titanium
Affection & love scare me. I remember telling a friend that there'll come a time when you've been hurt too much and it will probably take a long time for your heart to heal. You just cease to expect, to believe, to trust, to hope that this time it'll be for real. I think I sort of lost myself somewhere along the lines, I think being betrayed by people I trusted made me replace the heart that felt too much with a robotic one. Because I really, honestly, can't seem to care anymore.
How ironic is it that I got 'infinite hope' tattooed on my wrist just a few weeks before people starting abusing my trust & love? Maybe sooner or later I'll find my way back again, maybe I'll overcome this and start believing in myself again.
Until, then, it's really nothing but metal & titanium.
How ironic is it that I got 'infinite hope' tattooed on my wrist just a few weeks before people starting abusing my trust & love? Maybe sooner or later I'll find my way back again, maybe I'll overcome this and start believing in myself again.
Until, then, it's really nothing but metal & titanium.
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May 10, 2010
Memories
I'm reading thru my journal entries I wrote years ago...
30 Oct 2005
Seven Things I Plan To Do Before I Die:
1. Work for charity, either opening an orphanage or creating a center for disadvantaged kids
2. Have my own youth hostel
3. go to New York, spend a term there
4. Write a book
5. open up a small Secondhand Bookstore
6. marry the man of my dreams, adopt kids.. sth like that
7. Learn Tagalog
Seven Traits I Look For In The Opposite Sex
1. NOT stingy
2. funny
3. not so serious..
4. but serious on important occasions
5. loving & accepting me for who I am
6. taller than me
7. Intelligent..not boastful
23rd sept 2005
what if the world you've happily built around you comes crumbling down.
what if the love you've been expecting isn't so much at all.
what if you're not really loved that much.
what if you're tired of being hurt.
what if.
i think i expect too much.
i expect to be the most important person in your life.
i expect you to fill me with sweet, nice words, which i'll believe,
because i believe in every word you say anyway-
that's why i cry everytime you say hurtful things to me.
but now i'll stop with my expectations.
i'll stop wanting anything.
07thmay2005
I wish people would stop judging me based on what I do or what I do not do.
08thapr2005
Me: 'yes it does! it smells really sweet, like happiness.'
13thfeb2005
It's weird.. eventho my sister went off to Uni 2 years ago.. I only see her about 3 or 4 times a year, and I'm still not used to it. I miss her a lot. Oh, it's not like we were perfectly peaceful siblings. We used to bitch fight a lot.. but I can't live without her.
30 Oct 2005
Seven Things I Plan To Do Before I Die:
1. Work for charity, either opening an orphanage or creating a center for disadvantaged kids
2. Have my own youth hostel
3. go to New York, spend a term there
4. Write a book
5. open up a small Secondhand Bookstore
6. marry the man of my dreams, adopt kids.. sth like that
7. Learn Tagalog
Seven Traits I Look For In The Opposite Sex
1. NOT stingy
2. funny
3. not so serious..
4. but serious on important occasions
5. loving & accepting me for who I am
6. taller than me
7. Intelligent..not boastful
23rd sept 2005
what if the world you've happily built around you comes crumbling down.
what if the love you've been expecting isn't so much at all.
what if you're not really loved that much.
what if you're tired of being hurt.
what if.
i think i expect too much.
i expect to be the most important person in your life.
i expect you to fill me with sweet, nice words, which i'll believe,
because i believe in every word you say anyway-
that's why i cry everytime you say hurtful things to me.
but now i'll stop with my expectations.
i'll stop wanting anything.
07thmay2005
I wish people would stop judging me based on what I do or what I do not do.
08thapr2005
Me: 'yes it does! it smells really sweet, like happiness.'
13thfeb2005
It's weird.. eventho my sister went off to Uni 2 years ago.. I only see her about 3 or 4 times a year, and I'm still not used to it. I miss her a lot. Oh, it's not like we were perfectly peaceful siblings. We used to bitch fight a lot.. but I can't live without her.
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May 7, 2010
Who ever said it was easy...
A few weeks ago (a month or so back, I guess, I never pay attention to time) I met a girl who exclaimed it must be great to be without my family here. I just smiled and said, no, it's not actually. I guess it's always easier to assume I have it easier. No curfews (although I haven't had one since I was 15), no direct nagging, no one to knock on my bedroom door and ask if I've been drinking, no hiding the cigarettes, no interrogation of what's, why's when's, how's.
But it's not. I've always been surrounded by family, by loved ones. Even when I took my semester off for an exhange to HELP Uni in 2007, there's always this reassurance and knowledge that I'll be back after 7 months. Even when I was studying in Berlin I'd know I could just take the ICE train and be back home in 4 hours. One and a half years ago I decided to pack and lock two suitcases and board a plane to KL for an undecided period of time. Since then.. well you'd know if you were a friend. A lot of highs, a lot of lows, the life of someone who is trying to prove to her parents that she can survive being in Malaysia, trying her best to be independent (or something like that). And in the end, maybe it's not enough, me trying. Maybe my heart was wrong, maybe my principles, my belief that diving head first and wholeheartedly into something .. maybe all that was wrong. 'Cause it's not easy. It's not easy when you're sick, when you're sad and you're used to going back home to your huge comfy bed, going back to the endless and pure love of your family, going back and have someone to care for you, only to realize it's not like that anymore, the comfort and safety is not there anymore, 'cause you're in this country by yourself.
And I am so, so thankful for the friends that I have who care for me so much, those who text me when they know I'm unwell, those who bring me out when I'm lonely, those who come speeding straight to me when they know my heart's breaking for some reason known or unknown. The 3 people who have always held my hand and passed me tissues while sitting outside on a dirty road (or similar) while I was crying.
I am glad and grateful for these people.. but it's still different from family.
Oh, this melancholy.
But it's not. I've always been surrounded by family, by loved ones. Even when I took my semester off for an exhange to HELP Uni in 2007, there's always this reassurance and knowledge that I'll be back after 7 months. Even when I was studying in Berlin I'd know I could just take the ICE train and be back home in 4 hours. One and a half years ago I decided to pack and lock two suitcases and board a plane to KL for an undecided period of time. Since then.. well you'd know if you were a friend. A lot of highs, a lot of lows, the life of someone who is trying to prove to her parents that she can survive being in Malaysia, trying her best to be independent (or something like that). And in the end, maybe it's not enough, me trying. Maybe my heart was wrong, maybe my principles, my belief that diving head first and wholeheartedly into something .. maybe all that was wrong. 'Cause it's not easy. It's not easy when you're sick, when you're sad and you're used to going back home to your huge comfy bed, going back to the endless and pure love of your family, going back and have someone to care for you, only to realize it's not like that anymore, the comfort and safety is not there anymore, 'cause you're in this country by yourself.
And I am so, so thankful for the friends that I have who care for me so much, those who text me when they know I'm unwell, those who bring me out when I'm lonely, those who come speeding straight to me when they know my heart's breaking for some reason known or unknown. The 3 people who have always held my hand and passed me tissues while sitting outside on a dirty road (or similar) while I was crying.
I am glad and grateful for these people.. but it's still different from family.
Oh, this melancholy.
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