May 14, 2012
Jun 6, 2011
So how have things been?
What a vague question, that is. Yet, one that has the potential to unlock a conversation full of life-sharing. Or not.
You see, I've recently learnt that we have the extraordinary ability to stifle a conversation, even when it is riddled with open-ended questions.
Case in point:
A: So how are you? How have things been?
B: Fine fine.. what about you?
A: Okay la.. so-so only. How's your job? Stress or not?
B: Like that lorr... you?
A: Okay only lor.. nothing much happening.
And there you have it - a conversation that's full of answers that don't say much at all!
We're so accustomed to this form of conversation, we don't realise that there's no transfer of information or sharing of lives, just a transfer of words and formalities.
I often do this myself too.
I guess you could say that it depends entirely on the depth of relationship between the 2 parties. Perhaps.
But I think most of the time - we're reluctant to share.
Are we really such private people that we refuse to share our life with friends?
But instead fuel conversations by talking about people other than yourselves?
You see, I've recently learnt that we have the extraordinary ability to stifle a conversation, even when it is riddled with open-ended questions.
Case in point:
A: So how are you? How have things been?
B: Fine fine.. what about you?
A: Okay la.. so-so only. How's your job? Stress or not?
B: Like that lorr... you?
A: Okay only lor.. nothing much happening.
And there you have it - a conversation that's full of answers that don't say much at all!
We're so accustomed to this form of conversation, we don't realise that there's no transfer of information or sharing of lives, just a transfer of words and formalities.
I often do this myself too.
I guess you could say that it depends entirely on the depth of relationship between the 2 parties. Perhaps.
But I think most of the time - we're reluctant to share.
Are we really such private people that we refuse to share our life with friends?
But instead fuel conversations by talking about people other than yourselves?
Jan 10, 2011
What is this feeling?
What is this feeling? This feeling of discontentment?
What is this feeling? This feeling of anger?
What is this feeling? This feeling of being at the losing end?
How long shall I hold on?
How long shall I persevere?
Sometimes, it feels like it is worth my effort at all.
Why should I care, if you don't?
Why should I go the distance, if you're not willing to move an inch?
Why should I stay, if there's no joy left?
How long? How much more can I take?
Oh Lord. Help me.
What is this feeling? This feeling of anger?
What is this feeling? This feeling of being at the losing end?
How long shall I hold on?
How long shall I persevere?
Sometimes, it feels like it is worth my effort at all.
Why should I care, if you don't?
Why should I go the distance, if you're not willing to move an inch?
Why should I stay, if there's no joy left?
How long? How much more can I take?
Oh Lord. Help me.
Jul 23, 2010
Realistic dreams. Dreamy reality.
I wonder if I should allow myself to float so high and lose touch of reality. Because the issues of reality will definitely be hard ones to sort out. Don't want to be stuck in a dream thinking that is reality, or do I?
Musings, musings.
I'm back. ;-)
Musings, musings.
I'm back. ;-)
Feb 20, 2010
Until 'Ever After'
Meet The Lady.
She is inching into her forties. Single. Yearning to settle down.
Highly qualified, excellent at her work. A specialist.
Why is she single? Who knows. Perhaps it was her plain Jane looks that kept men at bay? Or maybe it was her high qualifications as a medical doctor that left men feeling 'under-qualified'. Perhaps it was her demanding career that left her no time to socialize. A common plague among doctors, regardless of gender.
There isn't one single reason that she could pick out to be the culprit. Perhaps it was a combination of culprits that contributed to her lack of companionship.
She has a slightly chubby appearance, a weathered smile with a hint of insecurity. Insecurity, something she that she has tried (and is still trying) to defeat throughout her years of searching.
There's no denying that she no longer has her young looks. And it seems that that is all the men at her age are looking for. Sweet young things. A heart of gold, she has. But the years passed has strained her heart. It is growing tired. It is tiring to keep hoping.
Oh, she's had her share of failed relationships. One even cheated her of her financial savings. By the time she found out, it was too late, the money was gone and she was alone - heartbroken.
Enters The Jerk. Also single. Thinks the world of himself.
You could call him 'The Player', but his slouchy, slacking, unimpressive and undistinguished appearance and attitude dis-entitles him from that label. A more accurate description would be 'a bag of potatoes', or so they say. Harsh, but true.
Yet, with his qualification, he does have some bargaining power. He is a lawyer.
How a lawyer and a bag of potatoes can co-exist in a 1 body is beyond me. But that's not for me to decipher.
The Jerk recognizes The Lady as a lady in distress. I guess it was easy to tell that she was 'desperate'. The Jerk takes advantage. Goes in for the kill.
She is happy, momentarily. Oh, to receive attention of a man, however half-hearted it was, was a sign of a something good. It gave her a twinkle of hope for an 'ever after'. The word 'happily' preceding the phrase would be an optional prefix, she tells herself.
She'll make do. She'll settle for him. After all, she has not many cards left to play.
Guess you could say that they were 'together' or 'going out'. But considering the way he treated her, I think it would have been more appropriate to call it an 'open relationship'. At least that is what people call it these days.
The Jerk came to her when he needed her company. She cooked for him. Listened to him. Bared her hopeful heart to him. After all, she was ever the expectant one. The adoring eyes of a hopeful lady, who could ask for more?
But The Jerk had his eyes set higher. He went out with other potentials. Other single, more attractive ladies. But The Lady was always his comfort zone, the rebound. Kinda like the safe zone he goes back to rest after he's had a ball outside.
Whether she knew what he was doing this behind her back, I don't know. Perhaps, she did. But wanted to think the best of him. Wanted to hope for the best.
This went on for 4 years. She had hoped for 4 years. Never once did he mention 'marriage'. Her parents had spoken to him, nudging him in that direction. Spiritual leaders even asked if he had those intentions.
His reasons were superficial. He complained she is too fat. Not attractive. There were better options. If only he could take a good long look in the mirror. What a Jerk.
She wants to settle down. She wants to give him the ultimatum, but yet she fears that he will walk away, with no hesitation.
But it was time she made a decision. Her expectation had lowered. But it will not go any lower.
So she decides to walk away. Heartbroken - again.
How to you explain the feeling - being totally without hope, yet totally hopeful, all at the same time?
Because that was exactly how she felt. Hope is lost, but still she hopes for yet another day.
Because she has no other option, but to continue hoping.
Until 'ever after'.
She is inching into her forties. Single. Yearning to settle down.
Highly qualified, excellent at her work. A specialist.
Why is she single? Who knows. Perhaps it was her plain Jane looks that kept men at bay? Or maybe it was her high qualifications as a medical doctor that left men feeling 'under-qualified'. Perhaps it was her demanding career that left her no time to socialize. A common plague among doctors, regardless of gender.
There isn't one single reason that she could pick out to be the culprit. Perhaps it was a combination of culprits that contributed to her lack of companionship.
She has a slightly chubby appearance, a weathered smile with a hint of insecurity. Insecurity, something she that she has tried (and is still trying) to defeat throughout her years of searching.
There's no denying that she no longer has her young looks. And it seems that that is all the men at her age are looking for. Sweet young things. A heart of gold, she has. But the years passed has strained her heart. It is growing tired. It is tiring to keep hoping.
Oh, she's had her share of failed relationships. One even cheated her of her financial savings. By the time she found out, it was too late, the money was gone and she was alone - heartbroken.
Enters The Jerk. Also single. Thinks the world of himself.
You could call him 'The Player', but his slouchy, slacking, unimpressive and undistinguished appearance and attitude dis-entitles him from that label. A more accurate description would be 'a bag of potatoes', or so they say. Harsh, but true.
Yet, with his qualification, he does have some bargaining power. He is a lawyer.
How a lawyer and a bag of potatoes can co-exist in a 1 body is beyond me. But that's not for me to decipher.
The Jerk recognizes The Lady as a lady in distress. I guess it was easy to tell that she was 'desperate'. The Jerk takes advantage. Goes in for the kill.
She is happy, momentarily. Oh, to receive attention of a man, however half-hearted it was, was a sign of a something good. It gave her a twinkle of hope for an 'ever after'. The word 'happily' preceding the phrase would be an optional prefix, she tells herself.
She'll make do. She'll settle for him. After all, she has not many cards left to play.
Guess you could say that they were 'together' or 'going out'. But considering the way he treated her, I think it would have been more appropriate to call it an 'open relationship'. At least that is what people call it these days.
The Jerk came to her when he needed her company. She cooked for him. Listened to him. Bared her hopeful heart to him. After all, she was ever the expectant one. The adoring eyes of a hopeful lady, who could ask for more?
But The Jerk had his eyes set higher. He went out with other potentials. Other single, more attractive ladies. But The Lady was always his comfort zone, the rebound. Kinda like the safe zone he goes back to rest after he's had a ball outside.
Whether she knew what he was doing this behind her back, I don't know. Perhaps, she did. But wanted to think the best of him. Wanted to hope for the best.
This went on for 4 years. She had hoped for 4 years. Never once did he mention 'marriage'. Her parents had spoken to him, nudging him in that direction. Spiritual leaders even asked if he had those intentions.
His reasons were superficial. He complained she is too fat. Not attractive. There were better options. If only he could take a good long look in the mirror. What a Jerk.
She wants to settle down. She wants to give him the ultimatum, but yet she fears that he will walk away, with no hesitation.
But it was time she made a decision. Her expectation had lowered. But it will not go any lower.
So she decides to walk away. Heartbroken - again.
How to you explain the feeling - being totally without hope, yet totally hopeful, all at the same time?
Because that was exactly how she felt. Hope is lost, but still she hopes for yet another day.
Because she has no other option, but to continue hoping.
Until 'ever after'.
Feb 14, 2010
Fall in love again
I don't think I've ever missed posting a blog entry every Valentine's day since I started blogging. I think.
Don't plan to break the tradition. :-)
I remember listening to this song on the radio and didn't think much of it. But it was only after a couple of listens did I really hear the lyrics to it. And when I did (one of the mornings while I was driving to work), it made me smile. Kinda like when I heard this song.
I was hooked, but never bothered to Google or Youtube it. Never knew who the singer was until I heard the radio announcer said this name yesterday: Jason Castro.
Familiar...
*!!!*
American Idol Season 7 contestant! I fell in love with his voice when he sang 'Michelle' by The Beatles. Helps that he has a charming face too. ;-)p
I like the song's upbeat tune, the cute lyrics. Very lovey-dovey, falling-in-love-for-the-first-time, that fuzzy feeling feeling. (Yes, you read me right, you read 'feeling' twice.)
Love it. Apt for Valentine's day, no? Enjoy!
Just to set the record straight: I like the song, but I kinda have issues with his dreadlocks which are so obviously longer than the girl in the video clip. Seems a little odd. Plus he has that pretty boy look, which I think makes him as pretty as, if not prettier than, the girl. I think I'd still prefer guys to have short hair.
Don't plan to break the tradition. :-)
I remember listening to this song on the radio and didn't think much of it. But it was only after a couple of listens did I really hear the lyrics to it. And when I did (one of the mornings while I was driving to work), it made me smile. Kinda like when I heard this song.
I was hooked, but never bothered to Google or Youtube it. Never knew who the singer was until I heard the radio announcer said this name yesterday: Jason Castro.
Familiar...
*!!!*
American Idol Season 7 contestant! I fell in love with his voice when he sang 'Michelle' by The Beatles. Helps that he has a charming face too. ;-)p
I like the song's upbeat tune, the cute lyrics. Very lovey-dovey, falling-in-love-for-the-first-time, that fuzzy feeling feeling. (Yes, you read me right, you read 'feeling' twice.)
Love it. Apt for Valentine's day, no? Enjoy!
Just to set the record straight: I like the song, but I kinda have issues with his dreadlocks which are so obviously longer than the girl in the video clip. Seems a little odd. Plus he has that pretty boy look, which I think makes him as pretty as, if not prettier than, the girl. I think I'd still prefer guys to have short hair.
All that aside, here's wishing all of you, "Gong Xi Fa Chai!"
Jan 14, 2010
The car is mine.
I love the Kelisa I drive. I think it's the cutest car (after the VW Beetle and Mini Cooper, haha). So when my dad announced months ago that he would be paying the final installment of the car loan, I chirpily said, "I'll pay the last installment! Then the car is mine!"
I only got around to transferring the money to him early this morning. Later that morning, he sent the following email to me.
If you didn't already know, my dad is quite the joker.
So, it's official! I own the Kelisa. Well, at least 1.24% of it.
I only got around to transferring the money to him early this morning. Later that morning, he sent the following email to me.
If you didn't already know, my dad is quite the joker.So, it's official! I own the Kelisa. Well, at least 1.24% of it.
Jan 4, 2010
My Face
My face went on strike last year.
Like a minefield, pimples started erupting one-by-one, non-stop.
Can cry. Really.
I remember praying to God to take them away.
I remember wondering IF it would ever go away.
I remember people asking if I was hitting my second puberty. Haha.
Facial sessions were extra long and extremely excruciating. (alliteration rocks).
I blame it all on work stress.
The harder I work, the more stressed I get, the worse my face becomes. The more pimples I get, the more scars there are, and the more I have to spend on facials with my hard-earned money to make my face better.
So, really. It doesn't seem like a good deal to me.
I took one week off over Christmas and New Year, and look what happened. My face is pimple free and clearing up, glowing even. Which proves that the less I work, the better my face looks.
So, if the solution is as simple as taking a week off, then my solution to pimple-free face is simple:
Don't work = No stress = Good face.
Like that will happen in the near future for me, right?
*sigh*
If only stress had the reverse effect. The more stressed, the brighter the glow. Then I wouldn't mind working more. Haha.
Like a minefield, pimples started erupting one-by-one, non-stop.
Can cry. Really.
I remember praying to God to take them away.
I remember wondering IF it would ever go away.
I remember people asking if I was hitting my second puberty. Haha.
Facial sessions were extra long and extremely excruciating. (alliteration rocks).
I blame it all on work stress.
The harder I work, the more stressed I get, the worse my face becomes. The more pimples I get, the more scars there are, and the more I have to spend on facials with my hard-earned money to make my face better.
So, really. It doesn't seem like a good deal to me.
I took one week off over Christmas and New Year, and look what happened. My face is pimple free and clearing up, glowing even. Which proves that the less I work, the better my face looks.
So, if the solution is as simple as taking a week off, then my solution to pimple-free face is simple:
Don't work = No stress = Good face.
Like that will happen in the near future for me, right?
*sigh*
If only stress had the reverse effect. The more stressed, the brighter the glow. Then I wouldn't mind working more. Haha.
Dec 25, 2009
Dec 18, 2009
Dec 15, 2009
No Faith Required
ShoweRevelation:
If life were perfect and went exactly as how we would plan it,
there would be no uncertainties.
Without uncertainties, there would be no faith required.
When there is no need for faith, there will be no testimonies of faith.
If we had no testimonies of faith,
how else would we tell of His faithfulness in our lives?
So are you called to a life of faith?
If life were perfect and went exactly as how we would plan it,
there would be no uncertainties.
Without uncertainties, there would be no faith required.
When there is no need for faith, there will be no testimonies of faith.
If we had no testimonies of faith,
how else would we tell of His faithfulness in our lives?
So are you called to a life of faith?
Photo taken from Mike Chitty's Enterprise and Entrepreneurship in the Community
"Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see."
Hebrews 11:1
"And without faith, it is impossible to please God because anyone who comes to him must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who earnestly seek him."
Hebrews 11:6
Nov 25, 2009
What does it mean to be a man?
"A man is defined by what he produces and not what he consumes."
Watch and you'll understand the line above.
[You can watch this in HD, go to this YouTube link]
"You wanna marry a guy you want to have babies with, you don't want to marry a guy who's a baby."
"Guys don't take initiative cuz Christian guys don't want to fail, and if they don't try they can't fail, and by definition, that's a failure."
"John (the Baptist) shows us what a real man is. He's filled with the spirit, he humbly prepares the way for Jesus, he's an evangelist who makes it his life's work to introduce others to Jesus. He's a man who, ultimately, is a giver, not a taker. He's a producer, not a consumer."
"You want to be creators and cultivators. If you want to image God, God as a creator and a cultivator:
you create a marriage and you cultivate that woman;
you create a child with her and you cultivate that child;
you create a new family legacy for generations and you cultivate it;
you create a business and you cultivate it;
you create a ministry and you cultivate it.
Want to be a man? You're a creator and a cultivator.
You're a producer, not a consumer. You're a giver, not a taker. You bring life, not death. You're not looking for the path with least resistance, you're looking for the path of greatest glory to God."
A-men!
Nov 23, 2009
Job match-making
Lately, JobsDB has been sending me Job Alerts pretty frequently. Is this a sign? *ooooo..* haha..
But look what they have matched me with.
Swimwear designer? Making me wonder: what in the world was my job criteria at that time?
Bear in mind, this was when I was first looking for a job - more than 2 years ago.
Maybe I was ambitious then. Haha.
But look what they have matched me with.
Swimwear designer? Making me wonder: what in the world was my job criteria at that time?
Bear in mind, this was when I was first looking for a job - more than 2 years ago.
Maybe I was ambitious then. Haha.
Nov 18, 2009
I love Thee
My Jesus, I love Thee
My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine;
For Thee all the follies of sin I resign.
My gracious Redeemer, my Savior art Thou;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.
I love Thee because Thou has first loved me,
And purchased my pardon on Calvary’s tree.
I love Thee for wearing the thorns on Thy brow;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.
I’ll love Thee in life, I will love Thee in death,
And praise Thee as long as Thou lendest me breath;
And say when the death dew lies cold on my brow,
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.
In mansions of glory and endless delight,
I’ll ever adore Thee in heaven so bright;
I’ll sing with the glittering crown on my brow;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.
- William Ralph Featherston, 1864
I Love Thee, Lord.
- Melody Ng, 18 Nov 2009
1864 - switch the '8' and '6', flip the '6' upside down, and then you get? 1984!
That's right, I'm 25 years old. And that's okay. =)
My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine;
For Thee all the follies of sin I resign.
My gracious Redeemer, my Savior art Thou;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.
I love Thee because Thou has first loved me,
And purchased my pardon on Calvary’s tree.
I love Thee for wearing the thorns on Thy brow;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.
I’ll love Thee in life, I will love Thee in death,
And praise Thee as long as Thou lendest me breath;
And say when the death dew lies cold on my brow,
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.
In mansions of glory and endless delight,
I’ll ever adore Thee in heaven so bright;
I’ll sing with the glittering crown on my brow;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.
- William Ralph Featherston, 1864
I Love Thee, Lord.
- Melody Ng, 18 Nov 2009
1864 - switch the '8' and '6', flip the '6' upside down, and then you get? 1984!
That's right, I'm 25 years old. And that's okay. =)
Nov 11, 2009
Seeing beyond warna
Something got me thinking.
About us seeing beyond our colour.
If the real purpose of 1Malaysia, is for us to be united as a country, and see beyond the colour of our skin...
Then why should seeing a group of Chinese dudes together be a problem? Why would it be considered racial and not 1Malaysia-like?
Why should we say,
Because whether the group consisted of
Because if you truly believed in seeing everyone as Malaysian, then your comment of
*I'd like to know if you think this makes sense. Let's talk this through.
About us seeing beyond our colour.
If the real purpose of 1Malaysia, is for us to be united as a country, and see beyond the colour of our skin...
Then why should seeing a group of Chinese dudes together be a problem? Why would it be considered racial and not 1Malaysia-like?
Why should we say,
"Look, they are not muhibah,"
when we see only a particular ethnic group together?Because whether the group consisted of
[Ali, Ahmad, Amin] OR [Abu, Muthu, and Ah Chong],
aren't both groups considered MALAYSIAN?Because if you truly believed in seeing everyone as Malaysian, then your comment of
"Eh, why no 'dan lain-lain' in this blogpost? So not 1Malaysia.."
already proves that you're still seeing through 'coloured lenses'.*I'd like to know if you think this makes sense. Let's talk this through.
Nov 1, 2009
The Park Bench Dance
So You Think You Can Dance, Season 2, Episode 16I really like this dance. Sad, but beautiful.
Edited: Click on the pic to view the video.
Oct 24, 2009
Google that, Facebook me and Tweet about it.
You can tell how stuff has changed/influenced our lives by how it has changed our language.
The linguist in me (and I like to claim there is one, haha) has emerged.
I was just thinking about it this morning (when my brain is at the edge of waking up but my body wasn't ready to get out of bed just yet), how proper nouns have evolved to become verbs, particularly around social media tools found on our booming and ever-growing world wide web.
The strongest proof point we have is Google, the world's most popular search engine.
"Go google it lah!"
You'll never hear someone say "I'll go Bing it." (oooh, 1st blow of the day).
What you might hear is "I'll google it on Bing." (2nd blow *dingdingding*)
Yahoo! tried to create a similar effect years ago, with "Do you Yahoo?" but I don't think it ever did catch on.
What about Facebook?
"Do you facebook?" "Yeah, I'm facebook-ing right now!"
Never have I heard anyone say "Come, Friendster me! I'm Friendster-ing." (3rd one, I'm ruthless)
My final proof point for the day: Twitter.
Twitter is major. They have a whole new twictionary for Twitter.
From twerds to Star Twekkies on Twitterverse, tweeple have successfully created a whole new bunch of twords (am I going overboard with this? haha) from one social media tool alone.
What gets to me the most is when someone says "Do you twit?" instead of "Do you tweet?"
Because you should know that a twit can tweet, but a tweet is not necessarily a twit. (I'll leave you to explore the meanings yourself, google it!)
All you need to do to make it offensive is add a comma in it: "Do you, twit?"
And so next time you're online, google your own name (I'm sure you have already!), facebook me and don't tweet rubbish. I indulge in occasional emotional twoutbursts on twitter, bear with me. I'm usually fine by the next tweet. =)
Till I write again, twoodles!
The linguist in me (and I like to claim there is one, haha) has emerged.
I was just thinking about it this morning (when my brain is at the edge of waking up but my body wasn't ready to get out of bed just yet), how proper nouns have evolved to become verbs, particularly around social media tools found on our booming and ever-growing world wide web.
The strongest proof point we have is Google, the world's most popular search engine.
"Go google it lah!"
You'll never hear someone say "I'll go Bing it." (oooh, 1st blow of the day).
What you might hear is "I'll google it on Bing." (2nd blow *dingdingding*)
Yahoo! tried to create a similar effect years ago, with "Do you Yahoo?" but I don't think it ever did catch on.
What about Facebook?
"Do you facebook?" "Yeah, I'm facebook-ing right now!"
Never have I heard anyone say "Come, Friendster me! I'm Friendster-ing." (3rd one, I'm ruthless)
My final proof point for the day: Twitter.
Twitter is major. They have a whole new twictionary for Twitter.
From twerds to Star Twekkies on Twitterverse, tweeple have successfully created a whole new bunch of twords (am I going overboard with this? haha) from one social media tool alone.
What gets to me the most is when someone says "Do you twit?" instead of "Do you tweet?"
Because you should know that a twit can tweet, but a tweet is not necessarily a twit. (I'll leave you to explore the meanings yourself, google it!)
All you need to do to make it offensive is add a comma in it: "Do you, twit?"
And so next time you're online, google your own name (I'm sure you have already!), facebook me and don't tweet rubbish. I indulge in occasional emotional twoutbursts on twitter, bear with me. I'm usually fine by the next tweet. =)
Till I write again, twoodles!
Oct 18, 2009
Run Terry, Run!
There's this run which is held every year.
In commemoration of this man - Terrance Stanley Fox.
He's the dude who ran the Marathon of Hope halfway across Canada with 1 prosthetic leg.
Without too much grandmother story, here's the short and condensed FAQ on Terry Fox.
How did Terry Fox lose his leg?
Cancer. Something called osteosarcoma.
Which leg?
The right one.
How old was he when he lost his right leg?
Only 18.
What was he like? Tell me more about him.
Well, he was a jock (without the 'dumb' prefix). Seriously. Soccer, rugby, baseball, diving. An active dude, he was. Very driven. A go-getter.
So, why did he run the Marathon of Love?
He lost his leg to cancer, was motivated to make a difference, despite being an amputee. There was no cure for cancer then (and now too). So he ran to raise funds for cancer research. His goal was to raise $1 for each person in Canada at that time, which amounted to $24 million.
Marathon, huh? How far did he run?
He intended to run a total of 8000km across Canada, 42km a day. Unfortunately, he only ran 5,374km (143 days consecutively) before his cancer relapsed and had spread to his lungs.
How did this become an annual tradition?
Someone pledged to Terry Fox that his Marathon of Love would be continued every year in his honour until Terry's dream of overcoming cancer is realized.
And here we are, still championing the cause of cancer research.
Some of you may have been so unfortunate to lose a family member or close loved ones to cancer. But we can still do our part to help the Cancer Research Intiatives Foundation (CARIF) in their noble efforts.
Terry Fox Run KL 2009
Date: Sunday, 1 November 2009
Venue: Flag off @ 9.00 a.m. Taman Tasik Perdana
Registration: FREE FREE FREE!
"Hah, then how they raise money?" you ask.
Get this T-shirt for only RM25. And do your part to support cancer research. If you want to order the T-shirts, call/sms/email or leave me a comment, and I can get them for ya.
See you at the run!
In commemoration of this man - Terrance Stanley Fox.
He's the dude who ran the Marathon of Hope halfway across Canada with 1 prosthetic leg.
Without too much grandmother story, here's the short and condensed FAQ on Terry Fox.
How did Terry Fox lose his leg?
Cancer. Something called osteosarcoma.
Which leg?
The right one.
How old was he when he lost his right leg?
Only 18.
What was he like? Tell me more about him.
Well, he was a jock (without the 'dumb' prefix). Seriously. Soccer, rugby, baseball, diving. An active dude, he was. Very driven. A go-getter.
So, why did he run the Marathon of Love?
He lost his leg to cancer, was motivated to make a difference, despite being an amputee. There was no cure for cancer then (and now too). So he ran to raise funds for cancer research. His goal was to raise $1 for each person in Canada at that time, which amounted to $24 million.
Marathon, huh? How far did he run?
He intended to run a total of 8000km across Canada, 42km a day. Unfortunately, he only ran 5,374km (143 days consecutively) before his cancer relapsed and had spread to his lungs.
How did this become an annual tradition?
Someone pledged to Terry Fox that his Marathon of Love would be continued every year in his honour until Terry's dream of overcoming cancer is realized.
And here we are, still championing the cause of cancer research.
Some of you may have been so unfortunate to lose a family member or close loved ones to cancer. But we can still do our part to help the Cancer Research Intiatives Foundation (CARIF) in their noble efforts.
Terry Fox Run KL 2009
Date: Sunday, 1 November 2009
Venue: Flag off @ 9.00 a.m. Taman Tasik Perdana
Registration: FREE FREE FREE!
"Hah, then how they raise money?" you ask.
Get this T-shirt for only RM25. And do your part to support cancer research. If you want to order the T-shirts, call/sms/email or leave me a comment, and I can get them for ya.
See you at the run!
Oct 12, 2009
Dancing. Waiting.
Again, I'm reminded of a lesson I am still learning - waiting.
It helps that I can fully visualize the pictures Aunty Selina paints.
Only because I know her and her characters pretty well.
Also because I'm a sucker for dance.
Which is why I'm encouraged by this devotional.
Dance? What Dance?!
I'm blessed. Thank you, Aunty Selina.
You have always been a blessing to me.
It helps that I can fully visualize the pictures Aunty Selina paints.
Only because I know her and her characters pretty well.
Also because I'm a sucker for dance.
Which is why I'm encouraged by this devotional.
Dance? What Dance?!
I'm blessed. Thank you, Aunty Selina.
You have always been a blessing to me.
Oct 4, 2009
20 years
As much as we can try to re-create innocence, a lot has changed in 20 years.
Size-wise, quite obviously. =P
We'll do this again 20 years from now. ;-)
We'll do this again 20 years from now. ;-)
