Understanding The Drama In Life

This video clip was born because I have been missing my son so much lately. He's been away in a boarding school down south, approximately 2-hour drive from KL. Hopefully this clip serves as a time capsule where I can preserve the love that I have for my two children for eternity. Even though one day I will no longer be on this earth, my love for them will always continue on. I want them to know how much they mean to me and how much their presence have brought joy and happiness to my life.

~The front gate to Michael Jackson's residence in Hollywood, LA. During the Hollywood tour, I noticed that his house was the only celebrity house which had fans waiting for him outside the gate. According to the tourist guide this happens practically everyday~ It has been thirteen days since Mikaeel or better known as Michael Jackson has left us. Fans or no fans, everyone including me, were shocked to receive the news of his tragic death. If I were to know that he was going to leave us for good, I would definitely climb the gate of his house in LA when I was there last month. I would run to his door in hoping to meet him in person, would request him to sign my autograph book or anything that I could possibly think of within that short period of time before his bodyguards could chuck me out of the house compound. I am not a big fan of MJ compared to others, but I truly appreciate some of his songs, the ones in the 80s especially. Today, he will be laid to rest at Forest Lawn. I beli

Being a country once dominated by the colonial powers, Dutch and Japanese respectively, literary and cultural development in Indonesia come hand in hand with nationalism. There was a degree of captivation and interest of the native population, the Western-educated native aristocracy in particular, to Western institutions, cultural styles, and political ideas. Pramoedya Ananta Toer’s “This Earth of Mankind” highlights the reality of Dutch colonial government in Indonesia, which was driven with contradictions between the desire to control the locals and the desire to bring them progress, as well as the portrayal of women in the society through the lives of Minke and Nyai Ontosoroh. Minke is a young intelligent man who struggles to seek his identity in his own land that places his native people at the bottom of the social hierarchy in the Dutch East Indies. He believes that he belongs to his people when he utters, “I had no European blood in my body.” (Toer: 20) However, he who had rec

“Paradise of the Blind” is a wonderful tale of three Vietnamese women struggling to survive in a society where the women are expected to offer highly respect towards the men and Communist corruption crushes every dream. Through the eyes of Hang, a young woman in her twenties who has grown up amidst the slums and intermittent beauty of Hanoi, the tragedy of her family is revealed as land reform rips apart their village. When her uncle Chinh's political loyalties replace family devotion, Hang is torn between her mother's appalling self–sacrifice and the bitterness of her aunt who can avenge but not forgive. Only by freeing herself from the past will Hang be able to find dignity –– and a future. The story begins in Russia in the 1980s, as Hang, a young Vietnamese woman, travels by train to Moscow to visit her uncle. As she travels, she recalls incidents from her childhood and adolescence in Hanoi and also tells of life in her mother's village during the communists' disastr

This picture is awesome. Can't help to post it here in my blog after receiving via email from a friend who has deep passion for photography. Thanks Shah. Even animals can express their love beautifully...

Wrote this during the long, boring meeting at school today. And I mean reallllyyy longggg....and really, really borrrinnggggg..... Blank! Scribble mindlessly on a piece of blank white paper coming from a blank head! Cursing endlessly hour passes, clock ticking, doodling, blabbering, heart pounding, This meeting... doesn't seem to have the ending!! ~swan princess~

cyclone the whirlwind the endless blizzard with flashes of lightning deep down in the jagged heart wrench the twinge the torturing pain with thrashes of pounding throbbing its way into the edgy soul march 2nd the day i was plunged into the bottomless abyss deeply wounded and scarred the heart is… ~swan princess~

Once Feel loved and then betrayed Left alone with empty four grey walls; Loneliness crept slowly in petty pace Into the solemn veins Into the anguish heart Into the deceived mind Leaving her in great distress In the pitch dark room Trying to reach out Cried slowly in such agony In such pain Praying so hard For such torment to abscond Abandoned, discarded, cast off Is there anything else she left out? The missing piece in her life? ~Swan Princess~

for i am only a traveller finding my way among the streets of your new town, i have other places to go to. i shall someday work out a map of this city and traverse it on foot, someday. for i am only a traveller, and cannot stay longer where there is no home. take my love while you can, take my hatred, take my weathered hand if you will, for i shall have no home here, among the dull buildings where the heart cannot stay. for i am only a traveller on my way, to somewhere further than here. this is the city that broke my heart, that stole my feelings from me; this is the city that took away my love, that told me i must go away. i must go somewhere. somewhere, where they can know me; can recognise that i am a man. some night when the city is asleep i’ll walk out quietly along your cruel streets through the suburban edge and into the dawn forests. somewhere, perhaps near where the sun rises, i can sit down, and sometimes perhaps, i can tell myself, here i am a man. ~Muhammad Haji Salleh~ Mu

My life as a secondary school teacher, a mother to a pair of young teenagers and a postgraduate literature student, all at the same time, has turned me to be a “good and bad”, and “strong and weak” woman – all at one go! Signing up for 3 courses this semester, has made a good friend of mine leave some “threatening” remarks, reminding me consistently that I have to reconsider my decision. I am not saying this on a negative note as now I have learned to see things from a brighter side (Thanks to my past experiences). Furthermore, Walter Bagehot once said, a great pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do. I hold strongly to that quote. Being the woman mentioned above has made T.I.M.E to be the most significant setback to actually sit and flow my thoughts here. Or perhaps this is merely my justification for “abandoning” my blog for quite some time. Nevertheless, today, despite having two assignments to be hand in next week, I will leave that aside for a moment simply becaus

My very first video clip that I prepared for my presentation this coming Monday. How my heart bleeds to see the plight, the sufferings and most of all the deaths of the innocent young faces. They do not deserve to die this way. And everything happens due to the greed of the mankind or should I say the politicians. Wake up people! It's about time we end this war for good. Let's make this world a better place to live in, for the sake of our future generation.