Room for Rent in Subang Jaya SS18

My ex-classmate Li Leen has a room for rent in SS18 Subang Jaya.
Details are as below:

Female prefered
RM 320
Middle Room
Semi-frunished
Must be responsible, clean, non-smoker, prompt pay master.

Those interested, please contact Miss Ang at 019-2243048

flummoxed!

Ok, I was like so semangat to write something about last night, but after reading an article just now, I didn’t feel much like writing. Funny how things can inspire and also de-motivate a person, me. Hehe. It does happen. Sometimes after reading a well-written article, I’d get so inspired to write; at other times, a good article could also make me feel so inept in the language. It’s like hearing great pianists play the piano and the next natural thing to do is to get right on the piano chair and allow the fingers to run wild and sing across the keys. Then again, after listening to certain pianists play, I’d feel that I’ve had enough of hearing another note from the piano… It might just be the subtle language coming through in its nuances inducting substance to the soul of another…it is art after all, a communication of something in another form…and it is always so subjective upon the perception of its receiver.

I'll just wait for another day…

(what a cool excuse not to crack my head over a decent new post, eh? Hahaha!)

Thank God for Monday the 26th June, 2006

Ok, so it’s a Monday today. Typical it may be, but I am trying to list a few things that I can attach gratitude to. Hmm…let’s see, I can thank God for (in no particular order…):

1. The snooze function on a Nokia 8210…which allowed me a few minutes more sleep in between its buzzes…

2. 22006 – the faithful daily match results service by Maxis which works more as a back-up wake-up call for me than a scoreboard, but England managed a 1-0 victory over Ecuador…not that it concerns me…hehe!

3. The smooth traffic from Putra Heigts all the way to Kota Kemuning…even then, the clock showed 4 minutes past 9am in the office….well, the snooze function and the lack of discipline don’t go too well hand-in-hand…I shall note on that…

4. The premix Mocha with Ginseng stick given by Alvin after BeSwitched Carnival…I am a teetotaler when it comes to strong alcohol, but ain’t much of a coffee person…but today, the smell of hot mocha felt refreshingly reviving…it was breakfast after all, together with a few pieces of biscuits…

5. Friends, a very likable and easy-going bunch of them from church who’d be watching a movie tonight at Terk’s house…looking forward to that…extremely back-dated when it comes to movies…hmm…back-dated might even be an understatement!

6. Which also means that I don’t have to spend this evening alone…I’m still a social being, anyhow…

7. The workload in the office today…no deadlines until mid week, which gives a little room to breathe…

8. The unsuccessful break-in attempts in the office over the weekends. David informed us during staff meeting this morning that there were two burglary attempts yesterday…thank God they were futile attempts! Have to be diligent with back-up files from now onwards…

9. The general laid-back mood in the office…the atmosphere here is still un-charged, somewhat languid…call it uninspiring, it’s ok, it’s a Monday after all…remember?

10. Well, every hour gone by is an hour nearer to Tuesday, which alters the number of days more to the weekends…fantastic!

11. I am still here in the office, today, Monday the 26th June! Yes! Never mind the Monday blues…I still have a job and well, I am glad to be working…hehe!

Scribbles on friendship

3 drops of ink on this matter….

I shall, at this juncture attempt to leave some scribbles on something perplexing called friendship. Perplexing it is, as its existence has to take root in at least 2 souls, and it has to be attended to, nourished, cultivated and cherished. An unattended garden could well grow into an enchanting jungle ripe with wonder and sport; An unattended friendship dies (?). The harmony of it lies in the hands of two friends, yet its song can be heard from time immemorial; the sole possession of it is the sound of one hand clapping. And you and I have heard its voice.

How it is born, lives, survives, thrives, or abandoned, is an unspoken sentence heard through actions, deeds and also words spoken. Its sensitivity is such that too much of something to it can be as adverse as having too little of it. And it has been said that time has proven to be the acid test to it. Some think of it as an investment, an advantage, an honour and something to boast about. Some won’t even spend a cent, a second or a thought on it. Fortunately for most, it is just a part of life, almost an instinct and a second nature to breathe and bask in the multi-sided realms of friendship.

So where and how does it begin? Does it end or does it just lie dormant when doors are shut? Between the two, between them all, it rests not on one. Perplexities, perplexities…a joy and a sigh.

Man in the Mirror - by EFC Gospel Centre Youth Connection

Youth Connection updates! There'd be a workshop for guys only (haha! And whoever interested in manhood la) aged 15 and above entitled 'Man in the Mirror' this coming July, 23rd (Sunday). The details are found in the brochure below.

The Alpha Course - by EFC Gospel Centre YAF

The Alpha Course would begin its 3rd season in EFC Gospel Centre among its individual cell groups. The Young Adults Fellowship (YAF) would be hosting it beginning this Friday, 23rd June 2006. Those interested to find out more about Christianity, to ask questions or just to have an idea of what Jesus and the Christian belief is all about, please do come. I’d be attending too.

Jim & Ning Liaw (professional photographers)

When a picture is not just a shot, but the crystallization of a moment made perfect through the lens of talent, it is photography. And the person with the eye and experience to translate such compositions into fine prints through the medium of a camera, a photographer.














The photography of this photographer, Jim Liaw, is deeply and engagingly, inspiring. It is beauty framed with passion, an art set apart as distinctly fine. A craft.

Being the recipient of the Master Photographer's Association of the UK's Winner Award in the category of Wedding, and numerous other distinguished awards from UK and Singapore under various categories, the greatest pleasure was to have him introduce himself as a friend, in the two days that I have had the great honour to know him.
















And too see such talents reside in the same person as where warmth and friendliness abide, it goes beyond admirable respect to inspiration, joy and great pleasure.



















Samples of his work here are taken from
Jim’s website www.jimliaw.com

Thanks, Jim!

The reunion, time, distance and an old friend

This feels weird. There’s a splinter of uneasiness, unfamiliarity and awkwardness caught somewhere, somehow between the senses beyond sight, and undeniably, foreign. And to lavish all the blame solely on time and distance is unjustly crude. When out of sight, out of mind prove true, the heart seems mysteriously hard to comprehend, and memories laid bare upon the hard facts of a life moved on seem to diffuse diverse shades of emotions.

I got a call from an old friend last night, while having dinner with the newest circle of friends that I’m privilege to have known recently. And it was weird because of two things; I could not recognize his voice instantly, but instead took quite some time for my consciousness to trace its familiarity, and it was one of the extremely rare times that he’s called me. Since I left Tassie, it might have even been the 1st buzz from him…it’s been 3 years since. Well, what’s so strange about that?

It has to be time.

Calling upon my younger days, my idea of friends and friendship has been (through hindsight), idealistic. Yet, this old friend of mine proved to be perhaps the closest friend that I’ve ever yet had. And it brought my experience of friendship to a totally new and meaningful level, a lesson in life that I would hardly trade anything for. While not the Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn type, we operated on a less buddy-type acquaintance to an unspoken understanding of each other which was hardly verbalized, or ever needed to be. I told him anything I wanted to, good or bad, and he opened his past and thoughts of subjects to me without a request. He could be the most comfortable person to be with, and yet at times, the most uncomfortably awkward one, for we have rendered ourselves so vulnerable to each other. And our lives affected each other in ways that gave me a taste of what a biological brother would have meant to me.

It has to be the distance.

We both were students in the same Uni pursuing architecture. We met everyday in the Uni, in studio, cooked together and had our evening meals together. Weekends were spent in church and Methodist Youth Fellowship (MYF). Doors to each other’s places were never shut – I’d used his room to study before, and he’d use my bed for naps at any time of the day! And time was confined to the clock when it came to anything at all. We had other friends and had our own individual circle of close friends and had separate agendas and timetable. But after I left the Island, and he stayed on, the course of time spelt things differently from what any author writing a sequel would have penned. It was then that I discovered myself to be not as sentimental as I though I was, and showed his existence only through the scant SMS received on occasions. What went wrong? Nothing. Life went on, life goes on.

And the reunion.

We’d meet once again, soon. And to be honest, it does feel strange. For in many ways, we’ve known so much of each other, but what has time and distance brought about to such familiarity? It would be a reunion of many good friends, some of the most cherished ones that we’d all ever had. A reunion is also a time to forge relationships again. Will the hearth be prepared then? Time, distance and the reunion will tell.

Late, lateness, of late

For the week gone by, that was just, lately, or of late, I’ve been late. Late for two major things: Work and church. I was 15 minutes late for work on the 31st May, and that was pay day. Then, I was 10 minutes late for church, of which I was scheduled to be on the piano. Bizarre.

You see, 15 minutes late for work back in Malacca pricked the conscience marginally. The balm was just to work a bit later and things would feel resolved thereafter. People came in at half past 8am till half past 9am! That was a wanton culture then that had been sounded a few times by the management. But I took heed and tried to be as punctual as possible…

Here is different. There’s great virtue in punctuality and most of us here are at our PCs 5 minutes before 9am. It gives a good morale boost to start the work day. Well, it helps too that my boss is in the office at half past 8am. So, being late, and that, 15 minutes, does cause anyone to feel bad, if not guilty. But I called up the office and informed Reita, the receptionist that I would be late, coz I over slept! Haha! But David (my boss) was cool about it. I apologized to him as I entered his room to sign my pay slip and he replied with a nonchalant smile that it was ok.

Then it was yesterday that it happened again. I was totally horrified, petrified when the clock bluntly showed the time 8.30am! And I was supposed to be in church by 8.45am, for a pre-worship session. Thanks to my natural reflexes for switching the phone alarm off at 7am! For a split second, I just did not know what to do! It was however, a good thing that I got my shirt ironed the day before, and that was the only consolation I could find in that 15 minutes or so that I was frantically running to and fro from the bathroom to my room to the wash basin getting myself physically ready before emerging from the lift to get my car! And it was quite an adventure on the road itself, which miraculously had all the lights green till the crossroads before Summit, where I had the chance to wear my socks and tie my laces. Yeah, I was driving barefooted all the while! Hehe. It was then that Pastor Tim called me too. So, the red lights were needed too, in this whirlwind of hurry.

Finally, church. And the clock hanging behind Siew Lian displayed 9.10am! And I thought that my wrist watch was wound 10 minutes ahead of ordinary time (yeah, ordinary time, if you get what I mean). So there I was, walking up, and across the stage where everyone was already in position. It was the most graphic time where the only one thing an ostrich wanted to do was to bury its head in the sand, nothing else. But it was in the presence of God. And Grace flowed.

For this week, there should be no more late nights for me. Slumber has yet to greet me before 2am since the church camp. For since graduating from the archi studio, bedtime has ideally been confined to being before 12 midnight on working days. Well, it does prove this timetable that I’ve cultivated for a week to be a sure-fire path to waking up late! Ain’t that a notable discovery or what?! Haha!

So thus has been my ordeal of lateness for the past week. Let’s just tape them into my scrapbook of experiences and hope it would serve for reference purposes only. I shan’t want to have any add-ons, if that be possible.