http://sacredchild.blogdrive.com/ Aspirations Live Here Mon, 03 Dec 2007 02:25:01 PST http://www.blogdrive.com Copyright 2007. http://sacredchild.blogdrive.com/archive/77.html Sun, 02 Dec 2007 18:21:24 GMT The time has come when I start to lose emotional attachments to this ugly little baby blog of mine. And I've got a new URL below: www.pennytraveller.blogspot.com Will try to do better this time. Nyahaha http://sacredchild.blogdrive.com/comments?id=77 http://sacredchild.blogdrive.com/archive/76.html Wed, 10 Oct 2007 16:58:42 GMT One of the earliest lessons that I learnt as a Communication student is that communication is TWO-WAY. Communicators not only talk, they need to listen too. What's my point here? I realise my talk-listen balance has changed a lot from secondary school till now. In secondary school, I was pretty quiet. I was shy to give speeches. I preferred to listen, sit back and observe. And I realise I learnt a lot about people by simply keeping quiet and being an observer to the events around me. Now, I have moods. In the right environment with the right people, you could catch me with verbal... (more) http://sacredchild.blogdrive.com/comments?id=76 http://sacredchild.blogdrive.com/archive/75.html Sun, 07 Oct 2007 19:52:28 GMT Okay I am twenty-one now. I wouldn't have admitted this on my blog ( I wanna stay a kid like in never never land) if not because I really wanna thank my friends(you know who you are) for making it unbelievably special. It was a fantastic weekend dinner, talking nonsense, drinking modestly and all the effort into the giant card and prezzies. I must say I can't believe God put me in such a special place with such warm, caring people. Will always remember it. Love you people. THANK YOU MY DEARS :)) http://sacredchild.blogdrive.com/comments?id=75 http://sacredchild.blogdrive.com/archive/74.html Sun, 07 Oct 2007 19:08:15 GMT Do you freeload books and magazines when you can? I do. They're so bloody expensive (well for me la, dunno bout you) and I like to read. Or see pictures. Both. Currently I am reading this interesting book Uncle Tom's Cabin (I proudly did purchase this one) which I surprisingly have shed tears in certain chapters. The book's about slavery, cruelty and human rights and you get the idea. (Ellie's in line to borrow this book if you were thinking of asking for it) The other stuff I read, are well quite random depending on which lobby or cafe I am in and what books/mags they stock and I can get... (more) http://sacredchild.blogdrive.com/comments?id=74 http://sacredchild.blogdrive.com/archive/73.html Thu, 06 Sep 2007 16:15:34 GMT To understand If it could be just as it is If words could be words Actions could be actions A flower, a flower A storm , a storm Then life wouldn’t be like a songket Inextricably woven and complex But flowers are not just flowers Neither are storms mere storms In life both flower and storm Live in the same realm Flower growing on the earth Storm trashing around it Threatening to uproot the little flower I tried to understand the flower Then I tried to understand the storm And I... (more) http://sacredchild.blogdrive.com/comments?id=73 http://sacredchild.blogdrive.com/archive/72.html Tue, 28 Aug 2007 22:06:56 GMT Brought Ellie for a walk. It was actually to busybody and check out a Husky down the road, but the Husky ain't too friendly. Besides, the Husky's bark was painfully loud and almost like a howl, so kinda scary. It had piercing blue eyes, so really didn't look like a comfy, chummy dog. Btw, before you tell me 'Hey, that's not a husky you idiot!' I wanna tell you 'Yeah I know it's know a husky you idi..nvm.' I did not take pix of the scary Husky but I did take pics of my neighbour's SPCA doggy. Sister Cass and Bro Stephen's bday in SekiTei. Had a private room equipped with Jap style paper... (more) http://sacredchild.blogdrive.com/comments?id=72 http://sacredchild.blogdrive.com/archive/71.html Tue, 28 Aug 2007 21:01:10 GMT Some of the stuff I've been going through this week. Sorry if it is all saddening stuff, few people told me when I blog it's usually very emo. But a wise men, or rather some writer I once interviewed said, you tend to really write and express yourself only when you've hit a low. I agree with him. The tired, anguish soul gets creative to pour out the blues. I'm so dissapointed my facial muscles plummet downwards into a frown. And it seems so heavy to lift it into a smile. Sometimes the dreadful surprises hit me so hard, I just can't move even when the next step is so simple. I am tired of... (more) http://sacredchild.blogdrive.com/comments?id=71 http://sacredchild.blogdrive.com/archive/70.html Fri, 27 Jul 2007 03:03:41 GMT The latest part time job I did was an event on the Banquet floor in the magnificent KL Tower itself. It's cool to be this high, it's even above the tourists on the observation deck. Most of the events I work for are boring affairs, since I handle registration or ushering or some other mundane task, so this time around being about to look out and watch KL city spread out below made it slightly more interesting. Today, over at Justine's house while helping her to write a resume for her first part time job application, I now realised how many part time jobs I've done. None for very long and all... (more) http://sacredchild.blogdrive.com/comments?id=70 http://sacredchild.blogdrive.com/archive/69.html Fri, 27 Jul 2007 02:19:39 GMT The hands of the clock come together at the number 12. All is silent in the house except for the odd cicak clicking and sometimes the rather chilling human-like sound of a kitten crying. Outside home, Ahbengs are revving their mod-engines around town and the heat is on the dancefloor where skimpily dressed girls jiggle with their girlfriends and other strangers. Little kids have gone to sleep( and parents are home to accompany the icky young uns'). I love the midnights. If not out having a drink in the company of friends, it still a zen-like feeling to sit at home, quite, peace at last. No... (more) http://sacredchild.blogdrive.com/comments?id=69 http://sacredchild.blogdrive.com/archive/68.html Sun, 01 Jul 2007 22:30:08 GMT I can sweep my problems under the carpet, but I discovered the feelings of anger, dissapointment and pain don't get sweeped away. In fact they stay like a dark cloud. Then a storm brews and all the feelings pour down together, mixtures of anger, dissapointment, pain but I don't know why I feel that way. Because I have swept my problems away long ago, but the emotional baggage remains. I can't remember what caused so much anger, what sparked this hate, what led to the pain, what brought me to my knees in dissapointment. I can't remember, but I feel all of it. http://sacredchild.blogdrive.com/comments?id=68