Sunday, November 30, 2003
haha.
does anyone ever check the ways and means lost people find their way to your site?
some poor soul keyed in 'get rid of eyebags' in a yahoo search engine, and got re-routed here. haha. wish i could help, dear. but as you can see, i could do with some help like that myself.
*snicker*
some poor soul keyed in 'get rid of eyebags' in a yahoo search engine, and got re-routed here. haha. wish i could help, dear. but as you can see, i could do with some help like that myself.
*snicker*
an afternoon with aidan.
this is the latest addition to the ever-growing (extended) lee family. at just over 8 months old, aidan lee kuan tjin is a rough n tumble bundle of cuteness, already terrorising most of the females in his household with daring stunts and of course, that cheeky smile.
among the many tales his mother (my aunt) had to tell us this afternoon:
1. aidan, like me at the same age, enjoys biting.
2. in efforts to escape from the cot, he will readily tip himself over the bars, in a somersault kinda way, onto the floor.
3. he thinks he can walk. he forgets that he cant. yet.
4. his favourite word: BAD!
5. in tjin-tionary, food is 'num num' and drink is 'ning ning'.
6. his favourite food: jam biscuits. when theyre actually in his mouth. and not on the floor.
sigh. kids. arent they cute, as long as they arent yours? ;)
Friday, November 28, 2003
a theory.
its 8pm, ive finished all my work, and this question begs asking:
WHAT AM I STILL DOING IN THE OFFICE?
have scratched my fluffy lil head and finally figured out the answer:
I MISS KAI :(
i never realised this, but when you dont have a boyfriend around, you suddenly become amazingly hardworking. you begin to surprise yourself. you dont mind doing three, even four assignments. when the editor asks you at 5.55 pm to attend a premier for 'barbie on swan lake' you nod your head and think 'that sounds like fun', albeit, a little corny.
going home sounds boring, going elsewhere sounds tiring. so here i sit, at my office pc, surfing and surfing and surfing the net until i cant squeeze another drop of enthusiasm from my aching body. then i give up and go home.
this has been the sorry pattern of my life since kai left to penang on wednesday morning. i thought i would use the time he was away to be pro-active about catching up with friends, clubbing, doing the whole 'meet you for coffee and gossip' deal...but the truth is, id rather just sit here and feel sorry for myself and wish he'd come back.
and to think that this will be the constant state of my life come january, once he leaves for the states FOR TWO WHOLE BLOODY YEARS! gawddammit.
*sigh*
Wednesday, November 26, 2003
landslide in kl.
so i covered a landslide today.
i came into the office all prepared for a boring story and discovered there was no one at the assignment desk (during raya apparently, even if youre working in news, its ok to just come whenever you feel like it) (!)
discovering that there had been a landslide in kl, i thought to myself: since there's no one here telling me what to do, id better go. who knows? maybe it might be big enough to make the second block...
and whaddaya know? the landslide was so huge it covered 6 lanes of the New Klang Valley Expressway, 100 meters all round, 20 thousand tonnes of rock and earth, 150 thousand cubic metres in volume. the largest rock to have slid off that hill was itself 2000 tonnes. go do the math. its MASSIVE.
fortunately, there were no casualties. although it might have turned out otherwise had it NOT been a holiday and had everyone been stuck in rush hour morning traffic. after all, at 7.15 am, the time it happened, just imagine how many cars (and people) would have been crushed. it would have been a national disaster.
being at a disaster site has its own morbid thrill. the last time i was at a disaster site was last year, also at a landslide, except that time, sadly, if i remember correctly, 7 people were killed, including a couple of small children. the tragedy warranted round-the-clock coverage, live updates every hour in every language, constant incoming stories, and no breakfast, lunch or dinner. while i cried for the people who died, and for the man who discovered he'd lost his entire family during the time he was stuck for hours under rubble, it was the first time i had ever felt the true value of being a reporter.
today, as i stood just metres away from a rock that towered 10 feet above me, i thought to myself: had i not been a reporter, i would never be able to come so close to tragedy, yet survive to to tell the tale to hundreds of thousands of people. i felt empowered. valued. responsible. what people will hear of the disaster will be MY words, MY story. and suddenly i thought: i have a job to do, and im going to do it well. not for me. but for all of YOU.
it became the most humbling experience.
i came into the office all prepared for a boring story and discovered there was no one at the assignment desk (during raya apparently, even if youre working in news, its ok to just come whenever you feel like it) (!)
discovering that there had been a landslide in kl, i thought to myself: since there's no one here telling me what to do, id better go. who knows? maybe it might be big enough to make the second block...
and whaddaya know? the landslide was so huge it covered 6 lanes of the New Klang Valley Expressway, 100 meters all round, 20 thousand tonnes of rock and earth, 150 thousand cubic metres in volume. the largest rock to have slid off that hill was itself 2000 tonnes. go do the math. its MASSIVE.
fortunately, there were no casualties. although it might have turned out otherwise had it NOT been a holiday and had everyone been stuck in rush hour morning traffic. after all, at 7.15 am, the time it happened, just imagine how many cars (and people) would have been crushed. it would have been a national disaster.
being at a disaster site has its own morbid thrill. the last time i was at a disaster site was last year, also at a landslide, except that time, sadly, if i remember correctly, 7 people were killed, including a couple of small children. the tragedy warranted round-the-clock coverage, live updates every hour in every language, constant incoming stories, and no breakfast, lunch or dinner. while i cried for the people who died, and for the man who discovered he'd lost his entire family during the time he was stuck for hours under rubble, it was the first time i had ever felt the true value of being a reporter.
today, as i stood just metres away from a rock that towered 10 feet above me, i thought to myself: had i not been a reporter, i would never be able to come so close to tragedy, yet survive to to tell the tale to hundreds of thousands of people. i felt empowered. valued. responsible. what people will hear of the disaster will be MY words, MY story. and suddenly i thought: i have a job to do, and im going to do it well. not for me. but for all of YOU.
it became the most humbling experience.
Tuesday, November 25, 2003
i listen, but do i understand?
sometimes when someone needs a shoulder to cry on, or simply, an ear to listen, i like to believe that its me they'll run to.
many times in the past, ive secretly prided myself for being a good listener. i open up my heart, and think with an open mind. i have always been able to empathise. i imagine that i would want to be somebody that, if i were another person, id run to for advice. for an answer. for reassurance that things, bleak though they are, will get better.
i never thought anyone would think i did not understand.
discovering this today hurt me a great deal. but...little did i know that perhaps, some people DO think twice before coming to me, because i believe in saying what i feel, even if it hurts. perhaps you see this as intolerance, or impatience. or even, as you think, an unwillingness to accept your point of view, alarmingly one-track though it is.
why then, do you tell me these things, if not for reassurance? do you really just want me to say 'there, there' and let you drown in that misery of yours? that isnt reassurance. that's assisted suicide. if i cared for you, do you think i would, knowing how you feel, encourage you to continue feeling that way? or would i offer you a solution, a way out, even a road youve gone down before?
if all you really need is just an emotionless, opinionless ear, i will tear of my ear and present it to you on a silver platter. otherwise, save yourself the kick in the ass and tell your worries to a tree. a tree, i can assure you, will gladly stay log-like and unfeeling in your time of need.
if what you need is me, expect to tell me everything, no holds barred, and get exactly what you give. i promise you the reassurance that things will get better, and i promise you an answer. but with one catch. you must believe me. and you must be prepared to work hard to make things better.
there is no blue sky without first, the grey. so what do you plan to do about it? sit in the rain and whimper til the sun comes out? or pick yourself up, find some shelter, and patiently wait it out, entertaining yourself with a book and a mug of hot chocolate as the wind tears at your curtains?
confide in me, and expect me to understand. but only if youre willing to understand what you want first.
many times in the past, ive secretly prided myself for being a good listener. i open up my heart, and think with an open mind. i have always been able to empathise. i imagine that i would want to be somebody that, if i were another person, id run to for advice. for an answer. for reassurance that things, bleak though they are, will get better.
i never thought anyone would think i did not understand.
discovering this today hurt me a great deal. but...little did i know that perhaps, some people DO think twice before coming to me, because i believe in saying what i feel, even if it hurts. perhaps you see this as intolerance, or impatience. or even, as you think, an unwillingness to accept your point of view, alarmingly one-track though it is.
why then, do you tell me these things, if not for reassurance? do you really just want me to say 'there, there' and let you drown in that misery of yours? that isnt reassurance. that's assisted suicide. if i cared for you, do you think i would, knowing how you feel, encourage you to continue feeling that way? or would i offer you a solution, a way out, even a road youve gone down before?
if all you really need is just an emotionless, opinionless ear, i will tear of my ear and present it to you on a silver platter. otherwise, save yourself the kick in the ass and tell your worries to a tree. a tree, i can assure you, will gladly stay log-like and unfeeling in your time of need.
if what you need is me, expect to tell me everything, no holds barred, and get exactly what you give. i promise you the reassurance that things will get better, and i promise you an answer. but with one catch. you must believe me. and you must be prepared to work hard to make things better.
there is no blue sky without first, the grey. so what do you plan to do about it? sit in the rain and whimper til the sun comes out? or pick yourself up, find some shelter, and patiently wait it out, entertaining yourself with a book and a mug of hot chocolate as the wind tears at your curtains?
confide in me, and expect me to understand. but only if youre willing to understand what you want first.
selamat hari raya, ketupat saya mana?
to all my muslim friends, wherever you are in the world...
it's a difficult time for you, as you face syawal with a peculiar mix of joy and heartache. your religion is being persecuted by a select irresponsible few who fear you as much as they detest you, and know you as little as their attempts to understand you.
let this be the time for you to unite and be strong, and face the world with your unified message of peace. believe that these misinformed times will pass, and that times of peace are ahead. believe that with patience and tolerance, we can all learn to live together in trust once more. believe that your God knows what He is doing. believe that these times are necessary for you to gain courage, and strength. believe that we, your non-Muslim friends, are with you, and support you, even as others who do not understand, condemn you or defile you.
we believe that you, like us, just want peace. to get along. to say hello to each other on the streets. to visit each other's houses. to eat at each other's tables. to love each other without fear.
in malaysia, this raya, i celebrate you for sharing this country with us. i celebrate you for your generosity. i celebrate you for your friendship. and those hellos on the streets.
to my muslim friends, selamat hari raya, dan maaf zahir batin.
it's a difficult time for you, as you face syawal with a peculiar mix of joy and heartache. your religion is being persecuted by a select irresponsible few who fear you as much as they detest you, and know you as little as their attempts to understand you.
let this be the time for you to unite and be strong, and face the world with your unified message of peace. believe that these misinformed times will pass, and that times of peace are ahead. believe that with patience and tolerance, we can all learn to live together in trust once more. believe that your God knows what He is doing. believe that these times are necessary for you to gain courage, and strength. believe that we, your non-Muslim friends, are with you, and support you, even as others who do not understand, condemn you or defile you.
we believe that you, like us, just want peace. to get along. to say hello to each other on the streets. to visit each other's houses. to eat at each other's tables. to love each other without fear.
in malaysia, this raya, i celebrate you for sharing this country with us. i celebrate you for your generosity. i celebrate you for your friendship. and those hellos on the streets.
to my muslim friends, selamat hari raya, dan maaf zahir batin.
Sunday, November 23, 2003
live cross phobia
question: so what's worse than going on-air 'live'?
answer: going on-air 'live'...in MALAY!!!
this is moi doing my second ever cross in the national language, freaking out, and in the end, actually, thankfully, succeeding.
oh, and managing to look quite happy doing it.
sigh. the tv smile is alarmingly deceiving is it not?
who wouldve guessed that my hands were shaking so bad that i couldnt hold a cup of coffee for about half an hour afterwards...hehe.
Wednesday, November 19, 2003
grateful moments.
kai and i are working on a little project called 'grateful moments'.
i suppose it speaks for itself, but really...when life gets you down, and you begin to think you're good for nothing...sometimes it helps to remember the little things that make you smile throughout the day.
so what if you fought with your parents, so what if you feel they dont appreciate you. so what if your job sucks sometimes, and your boss hates you. and so what if your life ahead of you looks like a great big blur of expectation and pressure.
relax.
breathe in, breathe out.
remember the kiss your mother gave you as you still lay in bed sleeping, minutes before she rushed off for work. she remembered you.
remember the furrowed look of worry on your dad's brow as he reminded you (again) to check the car tyres on your way out of the house. he cares about you.
remember the blue sky when you stepped out of the house this morning. its a gorgeous day.
remember the sms you received earlier. your boyfriend loves you.
remember that kev stops by at your desk every day, and sms-es you when youre not there. your friends think about you.
remember when your boss gives you the evil eye and scrutinizes your work mercilessly for mistakes. (s)he's threatened enough about you to need to.
remember the comments you receive on your blog every once in a while. people are interested enough to hear what you have to say.
its the small moments that matter most.
its those moments that are worth being alive.
so what are YOU grateful for?
i suppose it speaks for itself, but really...when life gets you down, and you begin to think you're good for nothing...sometimes it helps to remember the little things that make you smile throughout the day.
so what if you fought with your parents, so what if you feel they dont appreciate you. so what if your job sucks sometimes, and your boss hates you. and so what if your life ahead of you looks like a great big blur of expectation and pressure.
relax.
breathe in, breathe out.
remember the kiss your mother gave you as you still lay in bed sleeping, minutes before she rushed off for work. she remembered you.
remember the furrowed look of worry on your dad's brow as he reminded you (again) to check the car tyres on your way out of the house. he cares about you.
remember the blue sky when you stepped out of the house this morning. its a gorgeous day.
remember the sms you received earlier. your boyfriend loves you.
remember that kev stops by at your desk every day, and sms-es you when youre not there. your friends think about you.
remember when your boss gives you the evil eye and scrutinizes your work mercilessly for mistakes. (s)he's threatened enough about you to need to.
remember the comments you receive on your blog every once in a while. people are interested enough to hear what you have to say.
its the small moments that matter most.
its those moments that are worth being alive.
so what are YOU grateful for?
Monday, November 17, 2003
my head in the clouds and other things.
so over the weekend, kai and i went for a little trip to genting. well, truth be told, it was actually work for me, and slavery for him. ;)
there was a live cross-over that needed to be done for the grand finals of the malaysian monopoly championships and so, nervous and jittery person that i am, i hired kai to keep me company (as well as sane) while i went through the unenviable trauma of delivering 3 nerve-wracking crosses, a grand total of 2 minutes each.
this may sound like such an easy peasy task, but folks, let me tell you:
1. talking nonsense for 2 minutes is easier than it sounds.
try it. think of the first inanimate object that comes to your mind. now, say everything and anything you can think of about it, time yourself for 2 minutes, and watch the seconds slow down before your very eyes. 5 seconds becomes painful, 10... torture. zab will know what im on about. and maybe hazlin.
2. camera-shock.
yes, boys and girls. you can try writing down and memorizing what you THINK youre gonna say, but the minute the producer says 'you're on', you're gone. yep. poof. like that.
sure this sounds funny coming from me, who does the 'live' on-camera thing every once in a while. but you never really get over the sudden realization that you're not talking to a camera, but a living room. and if you booboo, then you make an ass of yourself in front of a few thousand people. that, my friends, is no joke.
plus, in the studio, youre not surrounded by 'real' people. when you go 'live' in public, the reality that people really do watch you kicks you in the ass, and knocks the gray matter out of your head. your mind goes blank, your resolve mushy. it doesnt help that you dont have a teleprompter guiding you when your brain goes AWOL.
3. the air in genting is thinner than you think.
ok ok. so its cold in genting. i dont do 'confident' well in the cold. bad enough that i go knock-kneed in front of the camera, but add cold air to that and you get shiver-me-timbers, and it aint a pretty sight.
oh, and when you take that deep breath of air to calm the frazzled nerves, the air isnt as deep (?) as you hoped it would be. expect your heart to skippadee-doo-dah a beat, and add a wee touch of the flu for good measure.
4. so im complaining.
alright im complaining. it wasnt that bad. kai and i had a nice little holiday, and didnt have to pay a cent for it. the times i wasnt knock-kneed and gasping for air, it was actually quite pleasant freezing my butt off at coffeebean, meeting kai's friend shean min at starbucks, and walking aimlessly around amongst throngs of gamblers, relishing the fact that unlike them, you wont be losing any money tonight.
all in all, it was OK lah.
and kai, thanks for being my bag-carrier, mood-lifter, breakfast-bringer, cheer-upper and warm-blanky while we were there. i love you.
there was a live cross-over that needed to be done for the grand finals of the malaysian monopoly championships and so, nervous and jittery person that i am, i hired kai to keep me company (as well as sane) while i went through the unenviable trauma of delivering 3 nerve-wracking crosses, a grand total of 2 minutes each.
this may sound like such an easy peasy task, but folks, let me tell you:
1. talking nonsense for 2 minutes is easier than it sounds.
try it. think of the first inanimate object that comes to your mind. now, say everything and anything you can think of about it, time yourself for 2 minutes, and watch the seconds slow down before your very eyes. 5 seconds becomes painful, 10... torture. zab will know what im on about. and maybe hazlin.
2. camera-shock.
yes, boys and girls. you can try writing down and memorizing what you THINK youre gonna say, but the minute the producer says 'you're on', you're gone. yep. poof. like that.
sure this sounds funny coming from me, who does the 'live' on-camera thing every once in a while. but you never really get over the sudden realization that you're not talking to a camera, but a living room. and if you booboo, then you make an ass of yourself in front of a few thousand people. that, my friends, is no joke.
plus, in the studio, youre not surrounded by 'real' people. when you go 'live' in public, the reality that people really do watch you kicks you in the ass, and knocks the gray matter out of your head. your mind goes blank, your resolve mushy. it doesnt help that you dont have a teleprompter guiding you when your brain goes AWOL.
3. the air in genting is thinner than you think.
ok ok. so its cold in genting. i dont do 'confident' well in the cold. bad enough that i go knock-kneed in front of the camera, but add cold air to that and you get shiver-me-timbers, and it aint a pretty sight.
oh, and when you take that deep breath of air to calm the frazzled nerves, the air isnt as deep (?) as you hoped it would be. expect your heart to skippadee-doo-dah a beat, and add a wee touch of the flu for good measure.
4. so im complaining.
alright im complaining. it wasnt that bad. kai and i had a nice little holiday, and didnt have to pay a cent for it. the times i wasnt knock-kneed and gasping for air, it was actually quite pleasant freezing my butt off at coffeebean, meeting kai's friend shean min at starbucks, and walking aimlessly around amongst throngs of gamblers, relishing the fact that unlike them, you wont be losing any money tonight.
all in all, it was OK lah.
and kai, thanks for being my bag-carrier, mood-lifter, breakfast-bringer, cheer-upper and warm-blanky while we were there. i love you.
hopsie berfday zabweener!
today my dear zab turns 24!!!
zab is now happily attached to channel [V] and is being so very cool doing what i think she does best. and at the ripe young age she is, methinks she's doing pretty damn fine with her life so far. i is the very JEALOUS!
zab: i am still looking out for your name in the credits of each channel [V] show...where are you?!
p.s. we (you, me and tumbletots) is gonna celebrate your berfday properly when we is having the time. okies?
anyways, this is just my personal cheerio to you, love....
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
zab is now happily attached to channel [V] and is being so very cool doing what i think she does best. and at the ripe young age she is, methinks she's doing pretty damn fine with her life so far. i is the very JEALOUS!
zab: i am still looking out for your name in the credits of each channel [V] show...where are you?!
p.s. we (you, me and tumbletots) is gonna celebrate your berfday properly when we is having the time. okies?
anyways, this is just my personal cheerio to you, love....
Thursday, November 13, 2003
penang!
for the lowdown on the trip:
a) see www.kaiman.blogspot.com, or
b) see photo album!
(still feeling lazy from the holiday...)
Friday, November 07, 2003
sad.
im sad that i cant make people as happy as id like to make them be.
you know that feeling you get when you're buying someone a present only because you want to see the look of joy on their face when they peel open the wrapper and see it's something they've always wanted?
i want to do that for people. or at least, i wish i could.
i end up only trying to please everybody, spreading myself so thin and stretching myself so far that i make myself depressed in the process. and then my disappointment with myself, when i dont see that look of joy on other people's faces, when i realise i just CANT please everybody and hurt nobody, makes me end up hurting those closest to me. because its those people who will feel my disappointment first.
for all those people ive hurt in the past, because i failed to see it, im sorry. i only meant to take into account your happiness, your agreement, your say, your opinion, your two cents worth.
im sorry if i got frustrated in the process.
you know that feeling you get when you're buying someone a present only because you want to see the look of joy on their face when they peel open the wrapper and see it's something they've always wanted?
i want to do that for people. or at least, i wish i could.
i end up only trying to please everybody, spreading myself so thin and stretching myself so far that i make myself depressed in the process. and then my disappointment with myself, when i dont see that look of joy on other people's faces, when i realise i just CANT please everybody and hurt nobody, makes me end up hurting those closest to me. because its those people who will feel my disappointment first.
for all those people ive hurt in the past, because i failed to see it, im sorry. i only meant to take into account your happiness, your agreement, your say, your opinion, your two cents worth.
im sorry if i got frustrated in the process.
crazy crazy crazy.
what a day.
just got into the office after a crazy crazy morning spent arguing, negotiating, arguing, negotiating.
it ended with the signing of a contract and a two hour long photo shoot that will result in a half page ad in your newspapers, advertising my alma mater.
argghhh. the stress of agreeing to endorsement deals! there i was, a couple of months ago, all excited about the idea, and here i am today, with a severe headache and a heartbeat that could race that french thingamijig down a traintrack.
i drove kai nuts because i was so stressed, the poor guy had to deal with my indecision and utter lack of business savviness as i struggled to work out the contract (kai now knows that talking sense to a girl with a fluffy pink marshmallow for a brain is a completely useless exercise).
we go to penang tomorrow morning, for what will be a welcome break from this nightmare of a week. goodbye office! goodbye stress! goodbye headache! goodbye eyebags! ahahaha.
methinks i is going loopies from fuddly-duddliness.
oh WHATEVER.
just got into the office after a crazy crazy morning spent arguing, negotiating, arguing, negotiating.
it ended with the signing of a contract and a two hour long photo shoot that will result in a half page ad in your newspapers, advertising my alma mater.
argghhh. the stress of agreeing to endorsement deals! there i was, a couple of months ago, all excited about the idea, and here i am today, with a severe headache and a heartbeat that could race that french thingamijig down a traintrack.
i drove kai nuts because i was so stressed, the poor guy had to deal with my indecision and utter lack of business savviness as i struggled to work out the contract (kai now knows that talking sense to a girl with a fluffy pink marshmallow for a brain is a completely useless exercise).
we go to penang tomorrow morning, for what will be a welcome break from this nightmare of a week. goodbye office! goodbye stress! goodbye headache! goodbye eyebags! ahahaha.
methinks i is going loopies from fuddly-duddliness.
oh WHATEVER.
to karina
to karina, my dear friend in sri lanka...
heard that the situation there is calm, despite the declaration of a state of emergency in colombo.
hope you and hu(s)by and bubby are safe and well.
you take care now, girl.
heard that the situation there is calm, despite the declaration of a state of emergency in colombo.
hope you and hu(s)by and bubby are safe and well.
you take care now, girl.
Wednesday, November 05, 2003
...
i know, i want
and yet, i cant
i fear, your touch
is not, enough
so deep, inside
i love, it cries
my heart, it dies
you go, and time
stands still, not mine
i wait, i try
what use? for i
i hurt, goodbye
perhaps, that though
you're gone, my soul
will live, in pain
and hope, in vain
return, my love
we meet
again.
and yet, i cant
i fear, your touch
is not, enough
so deep, inside
i love, it cries
my heart, it dies
you go, and time
stands still, not mine
i wait, i try
what use? for i
i hurt, goodbye
perhaps, that though
you're gone, my soul
will live, in pain
and hope, in vain
return, my love
we meet
again.
Tuesday, November 04, 2003
busybusybusy
hey boys n girls, ive been a bad blogger lately. badbadbad gurrrrl. sorry. *teehee*
am heaped with this week's work schedule. started on sunday when i had to go all the way to malacca for a "live" cross of the (get this!) malaysian monopoly championships. so after being sick til friday, on saturday i packed kai in my bag and ran two states away to the bandar bersejarah and enjoyed a holiday while i was at it. as for the cross, i hadnt done one in nearly a year so was nervous as hell but made it.
and here we are at tuesday. did my first read in two months last night. the news came on ONE HOUR LATE! where else in the world does that happen but in malaysia and only on your feel good channel? haha.
am reading until friday so if i dont post, then check out the bags under my eyes on telly and youll understand why.
ok...gotta wrap this up now. have to get into the studio and get that last minute touch-up.
til whenever.....*yawn*
am heaped with this week's work schedule. started on sunday when i had to go all the way to malacca for a "live" cross of the (get this!) malaysian monopoly championships. so after being sick til friday, on saturday i packed kai in my bag and ran two states away to the bandar bersejarah and enjoyed a holiday while i was at it. as for the cross, i hadnt done one in nearly a year so was nervous as hell but made it.
and here we are at tuesday. did my first read in two months last night. the news came on ONE HOUR LATE! where else in the world does that happen but in malaysia and only on your feel good channel? haha.
am reading until friday so if i dont post, then check out the bags under my eyes on telly and youll understand why.
ok...gotta wrap this up now. have to get into the studio and get that last minute touch-up.
til whenever.....*yawn*
Monday, November 03, 2003
kai lives!
yes folks, kaiman is back in action, with a killer long entry that's worth your time.
as a member of the (ex) pm's well-oiled political machinery, he enjoyed the rare privilege of experiencing the waning days of tun dr mahathir's 22 year leadership. and what insight he has had into the winning ways of this man whose greatest trait has been, amazingly, his humility.
a must read.
as a member of the (ex) pm's well-oiled political machinery, he enjoyed the rare privilege of experiencing the waning days of tun dr mahathir's 22 year leadership. and what insight he has had into the winning ways of this man whose greatest trait has been, amazingly, his humility.
a must read.
