Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Don't Worry
If you can do something about the situation, then do it,
but there's no point worrying about it.
And if you can't do anything about it,
then there's still no point worrying about it.
Either way, you shouldn't worry about it.
but there's no point worrying about it.
And if you can't do anything about it,
then there's still no point worrying about it.
Either way, you shouldn't worry about it.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Friday, December 26, 2008
Think Aloud
The following paragraph, caught my eyes, is extracted from the post titled ‘The Hypocrisy In Men’ posted in Malaysia Today on 25 December 2008.
..........And are we so different? Did not Muhammad learn from the Christians and much of Islam ‘adopted’ from Christianity? Does not the Ka’bah also appear in the same name and form in the land of the Zoroastrians in the far reaches of Persia? Did not Jesus disappear from the ages of 12 to 30 when he sought tuition from Buddhists, as many now believe? Did not John the Baptist practice what was practiced by the Hindus in India of his time? But what can we really believe? Do we really know what was fact and fiction thousands of years ago? What we do know is what we have been told to believe.............
The full length post can be accessed here http://mt.m2day.org/2008/content/view/16320/84/
..........And are we so different? Did not Muhammad learn from the Christians and much of Islam ‘adopted’ from Christianity? Does not the Ka’bah also appear in the same name and form in the land of the Zoroastrians in the far reaches of Persia? Did not Jesus disappear from the ages of 12 to 30 when he sought tuition from Buddhists, as many now believe? Did not John the Baptist practice what was practiced by the Hindus in India of his time? But what can we really believe? Do we really know what was fact and fiction thousands of years ago? What we do know is what we have been told to believe.............
The full length post can be accessed here http://mt.m2day.org/2008/content/view/16320/84/
Daily Devotion
"He who gives alms, bestows a fourfold blessing :-
long life,
good appearance,
happiness, and
strength.
Therefore long life, good appearance, happiness and strength
will be his share, whether amongst heavenly beings or amongst men.
Five blessing accrue to the giver of alms :-
the affection of many,
noble associations,
good reputation,
self-confidence, and
heavenly rebirths."
long life,
good appearance,
happiness, and
strength.
Therefore long life, good appearance, happiness and strength
will be his share, whether amongst heavenly beings or amongst men.
Five blessing accrue to the giver of alms :-
the affection of many,
noble associations,
good reputation,
self-confidence, and
heavenly rebirths."
Monday, December 22, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Tung - Winter Solstice Festival
24th day of the 11th lunar month.
Counting down to the Year of the Ox.
Counting down to the Year of the Ox.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Daily Devotion
Sabbitiyo vivajjantu
Sabbarogo vinassatu
Mame(/te) bhavattvan tarayo
Sukhi dighayuko bhava
May all misfortunes be warded off ,
may all ailments cease ;
may no calamities befall on me(/us) ;
may we live long in peace.
Sabbarogo vinassatu
Mame(/te) bhavattvan tarayo
Sukhi dighayuko bhava
May all misfortunes be warded off ,
may all ailments cease ;
may no calamities befall on me(/us) ;
may we live long in peace.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Just Thot
I arrived at the address where someone had requested a taxi.
I honked but no one came out.
I honked again, nothing.
So I walked to the door and knocked. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice.
I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened.
A small woman in her 90's stood before me.
She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase.
The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years.
All the furniture was covered with sheets.
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters.
In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.
'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said.
I took the suitcase to the cab, and then returned to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.
She kept thanking me for my kindness.
'It's nothing', I told her.
'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated'.
'Oh, you're such a good boy', she said.
When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, and then asked, 'Could you drive through downtown?'
'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly.
'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice'.
I looked in the rear-view mirror.
Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued.
'The doctor says I don't have very long.'
I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city.
She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.
We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds.
She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired. Let's go now'
We drove in silence to the address she had given me.
It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up.
They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door.
The woman was already seated in a wheelchair. 'How much do I owe you?' she asked, reaching into her purse.
'Nothing,' I said 'You have to make a living,' she answered.
'There are other passengers,' I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.
She held onto me tightly. 'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said.
'Thank you.' I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.
Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.
I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift.
I drove aimlessly lost in thought.
For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk.
What if that woman had got an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift?
What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.
But great moments often catch us unaware - beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
......From the pages of Zorro-Unmasked
I honked but no one came out.
I honked again, nothing.
So I walked to the door and knocked. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice.
I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened.
A small woman in her 90's stood before me.
She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase.
The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years.
All the furniture was covered with sheets.
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters.
In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.
'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said.
I took the suitcase to the cab, and then returned to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.
She kept thanking me for my kindness.
'It's nothing', I told her.
'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated'.
'Oh, you're such a good boy', she said.
When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, and then asked, 'Could you drive through downtown?'
'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly.
'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice'.
I looked in the rear-view mirror.
Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued.
'The doctor says I don't have very long.'
I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city.
She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.
We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds.
She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired. Let's go now'
We drove in silence to the address she had given me.
It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up.
They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door.
The woman was already seated in a wheelchair. 'How much do I owe you?' she asked, reaching into her purse.
'Nothing,' I said 'You have to make a living,' she answered.
'There are other passengers,' I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.
She held onto me tightly. 'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said.
'Thank you.' I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.
Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.
I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift.
I drove aimlessly lost in thought.
For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk.
What if that woman had got an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift?
What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.
But great moments often catch us unaware - beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
......From the pages of Zorro-Unmasked
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Just Thot
The 3 persons who will not envy your success are :-
1. Your Mother
2. Your Father
3. Your Teacher(s)
1. Your Mother
2. Your Father
3. Your Teacher(s)
Friday, December 12, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Figure It 2
So the 'old' one is still doing what he does best and the new one is into F&B business. Good Luck !Saturday, December 6, 2008
Friday, December 5, 2008
Nutneg & Pickles
Assortment of nutmeg and pickled mango, papaya, cherry, etc etc found here @ Chowrasta Market, Penang.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Penang - Food Hotspots
Fettes Park, Mount Erskine (Opposite Kompleks Institusi Pendidikan) ...........
Don'd judge the food by its site - full house during lunch hour
Char keow teow RM2.80
Stewed chicken feet with mushroom, liver & intestine
Bubur cha-cha special (with mango, pineapple & laichee) 
Don'd judge the food by its site - full house during lunch hour
Char keow teow RM2.80
Stewed chicken feet with mushroom, liver & intestine+
Keow teow th'ng
Bubur cha-cha special (with mango, pineapple & laichee) Gurney Drive ...........
(Clockwise) Fried chicken skin, tofu, squid (RM8) +
Stirred fried 'balitung' (RM10) +
Stirred fried cokcles (RM10) +
Asam laksa (RM2.80) +
Scrambled egg with oyster n prawn (RM9)
Jalan Gottlieb, Opposite Penang Chinese Girls' High School (5°26’00.27”N 100°18’10.60”E) .............
Asam laksa with generous spread of prawn paste
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Langkawi - Foxed
'Whoever' has chosen this time of the year - peak period holiday season, to close the bridge for repair/maintenance works. Short changing the visitors huh ?
Would have been an experiance to walk across this man made marvel.
Would have been an experiance to walk across this man made marvel.
Langkawi - Makan Makan
LAKSA POWER ............
POWER charged......Burrrrrppppp !
POWER on the go, you will find it late afternoon across the road at the end of the airport runway.
DINNER - reasonably priced
BBQ (or should be grilled) stingray
5 mins drive from Airport - heads toward Highway 112
Laksa Power = RM3 ; Rojak Buah = RM3 ; ABC = RM2
POWER charged......Burrrrrppppp !
POWER on the go, you will find it late afternoon across the road at the end of the airport runway. DINNER - reasonably priced
BBQ (or should be grilled) stingrayRM51 - Burrrrrrpppp !
Langkawi - Rent a Car
As you step out of the arrival hall, there are more than 10 car rental and day tour agancies.
Each offers so called 'special' rate.
So which to go for ?
Nice pics on the catalogue.
Picked a Wira Auto - 'special' 3 days package @ RM140 plus insurance.
Refundable deposit RM50 - for the key.
Thats it. Money paid, you are on your own. Pick up the car from the car park.
No car inspection required.
So took some of these pics to avoid dispute.
Less 1/4 tank fuel.
Rest trip meter to zeros.
Dents and scratches all over bumpers, body, doors.
Each offers so called 'special' rate.
So which to go for ?
Nice pics on the catalogue.Picked a Wira Auto - 'special' 3 days package @ RM140 plus insurance.
Refundable deposit RM50 - for the key.
Thats it. Money paid, you are on your own. Pick up the car from the car park.
No car inspection required.
So took some of these pics to avoid dispute.Less 1/4 tank fuel.
Rest trip meter to zeros.
Dents and scratches all over bumpers, body, doors.
Day 3 - Time to leave.
Clocked 150+ km @ RM30 fuel.
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