tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16653099844604319332012-02-17T09:17:34.325+08:00vignettes of life......ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.comBlogger441100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-19645954025765380712009-05-27T02:08:00.008+08:002009-05-27T02:27:47.922+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/Shw0ZmLsGxI/AAAAAAAAAkY/7gMT5sOe9ew/s1600-h/angel+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340200872505514770" style="WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/Shw0ZmLsGxI/AAAAAAAAAkY/7gMT5sOe9ew/s400/angel+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/Shwz-1OB_QI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/gBChgZ_1M20/s1600-h/angel+copy.jpg"></a><div>I'm in love with an angel...</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-1964595402576538071?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-36987579599167928182009-04-27T23:03:00.005+08:002009-04-27T23:35:24.198+08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SfXJqe_NJ1I/AAAAAAAAAdc/TbrBfowup1s/s1600-h/DSC_0151.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329387465772705618" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SfXJqe_NJ1I/AAAAAAAAAdc/TbrBfowup1s/s400/DSC_0151.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>if the road is straight</div><div>if the scene along is beautiful</div><div>the road ahead is fearless</div><div>.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Yet not all roads are straight</div><div>not all scenes are beautiful</div><div>the road ahead is still hopeful</div><div>.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>With hope the road ahead is as beautiful...</div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-3698757959916792818?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-72026588830608672062009-04-22T23:02:00.004+08:002009-04-22T23:19:30.794+08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/Se8xouEPZqI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/r_lecLbN67U/s1600-h/DSC_0270.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327531459832932002" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/Se8xouEPZqI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/r_lecLbN67U/s400/DSC_0270.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Went to see the cloud, above actually.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>No fairies found but fond memories.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>I sworn not to do it again up there, but changed my mind when i'm down.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>I guess a bit of physical torture is good for health.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-7202658883060867206?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-65894576951882330962009-04-14T22:02:00.003+08:002009-04-15T21:53:58.174+08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SeSXwzbdO9I/AAAAAAAAAdI/XH1t8l6wewM/s1600-h/_MG_1464.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324547524153654226" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SeSXwzbdO9I/AAAAAAAAAdI/XH1t8l6wewM/s400/_MG_1464.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">photo courtesy of A.pow</span></em><br /><br />A friend told me yesterday,<br /><br /><br /><em>"You are confident about your capability, but not yourself,"</em><br /><em>"Do u know who u really are?"</em><br /><em></em><br /><br />A good question and a tough one too.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-6589457695188233096?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-8790695371768951242009-04-07T21:15:00.004+08:002009-04-07T23:55:43.692+08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SdtSa2M16YI/AAAAAAAAAdA/bUuL2AgB24Y/s1600-h/DSC_0065.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321938005847828866" style="WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SdtSa2M16YI/AAAAAAAAAdA/bUuL2AgB24Y/s400/DSC_0065.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div>The 2 bukits <strong>had</strong> made us proud, signaling the beacon of hopes...</div><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-879069537176895124?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-86195686291357625072009-04-06T22:46:00.007+08:002009-04-07T00:04:41.398+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SdoV8ZXL7cI/AAAAAAAAAc4/UhBWgbVsCRI/s1600-h/DSC_0455.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321590037036133826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SdoV8ZXL7cI/AAAAAAAAAc4/UhBWgbVsCRI/s400/DSC_0455.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>di mana,<br />terikan matahari menyemai,</em></div><div><em>bayu timur laut menyuburi,<br />rintisan monsun menuai,</em></div><div><em>di sini,<br />tanah tumpahnya darahku...</em></div><div><em>.</em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div></div><div>This is a beatiful country with beatiful people.</div><div>.</div><div>Just as the diverse flora &amp; fauna, its the pluralism of culture &amp; people that makes this place beautiful. </div><div>.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>I'm born, bred and going to die here.</div><div>Hence, for selfish reason, i want to see the beauty of this land blossoms.</div><div>.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Yes, there are people who might not reliased this and many are fooled to propagate on communal divergences. But we all could make a difference...</div><div>.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>I hope we could bring our hands together to plough on this land and make it a place called HOME.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-8619568629135762507?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-34242852042789904352009-04-05T22:52:00.006+08:002009-04-07T00:05:41.183+08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SdjGFGEzjSI/AAAAAAAAAcw/DqxN6Av3iHc/s1600-h/DSC_0010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321220750570655010" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SdjGFGEzjSI/AAAAAAAAAcw/DqxN6Av3iHc/s400/DSC_0010.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div>Went for a hike at Gunung Nuang, first time even stepped foot in Ulu Langat.</div><div>Nice serene rural setting with clear water streams run by.</div><div>Amples of waterfalls, camp sites &amp; picnic areas. </div><div>.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>We didnt make it to the top and I was limping out in pain, yet the hike was great.</div><div>.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>I realised there's much to explore in our own home ground and i've done so little. </div><div>Is time to check out the hidden treasures of our land before my knee gelatin's running out!</div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-3424285204278990435?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-14249755431332053732009-04-01T23:39:00.007+08:002009-04-02T00:08:42.805+08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SdOLGcy3szI/AAAAAAAAAco/4gksQKQntDk/s1600-h/DSC_0038.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319748527779722034" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SdOLGcy3szI/AAAAAAAAAco/4gksQKQntDk/s400/DSC_0038.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Midmost Point @ K1888</span></em><br /><br />At the fringe of TTDI, amidst the simple woodshed of Kampung Sungai Penchala, lives a master sculptor. An artist originated from Java, travelled and lived abroad most of his life. Whom's works are being collected all over the world, including Rockefella Centre.<br /><br />Is an honour for me to meet <a href="http://ahmadosnipeii.110mb.com/">Pak Ahmad</a>, a kind humble old man. When we first met, we all eagered to find out the meaning/concept behind the sculpture he's working on, hoping for some deep, semiotical, metaphysical, cosmo related sort of explainations. And he smiled and said,<br /><br /><em><strong>"...Form... kalau mata pandang, hati senang, itulah..."</strong></em><br /><br />Just that, no complicated jargons or cliches.<br /><br />Simple yet profound.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-1424975543133205373?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-28625018732282844952009-03-30T22:20:00.006+08:002009-03-30T22:53:47.087+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SdDVa9yjADI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/I0W6SFfBAfA/s1600-h/DSC_0120.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318985819164442674" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SdDVa9yjADI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/I0W6SFfBAfA/s400/DSC_0120.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div></div><div>I growed up in a small town framed by a river and endless beach shores.</div><div>I used to go to the beach by day and the river by night.</div><div>*</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>To listen...</div><div>To enjoy the tender caressing breeze...</div>*<br /><div></div><div></div><div>Everytime i go back to my home town,</div><div>i'll sneak out to catch a breath by the sea or the river</div>*<br /><div></div><div>To clear the mind...</div><div>To sooth the soul...</div><div>*</div><div></div><div></div><div>Is the only place that i can let the worldly muddled thoughts behind,</div><div>and enjoy being myself.</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SdDZDmWZjLI/AAAAAAAAAcg/_3EsGtTzJQ0/s1600-h/DSC_0066-1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318989815781887154" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SdDZDmWZjLI/AAAAAAAAAcg/_3EsGtTzJQ0/s400/DSC_0066-1.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div>A friend told me lately, i belong to the "water" class.</div><div>and its BIG WATER, based on my birth date, explained thru the school of "Five Elements"</div><div>*</div><div></div><div></div><div>That tells why i enjoy the company of water body and it some how resonates with my inner vibe.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>Just that, in my context, water doesn't mean "money"...</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-2862501873228284495?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-52424797698007220572009-03-23T22:11:00.003+08:002009-03-23T22:23:14.231+08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/ScebKDmWZhI/AAAAAAAAAcI/2bF9zQkJ94k/s1600-h/DSC_0324.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316388482201314834" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/ScebKDmWZhI/AAAAAAAAAcI/2bF9zQkJ94k/s400/DSC_0324.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>Ushering to thirties was the crossing road of my life.<br />For once i felt lost, detached from the rest of the world.<br />I shunned away from family and friends,<br />shouldering depression alone and eventually had a breakdown. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>It took years before i stood my foot on the ground again.</div><div>For better or worst, I'm never the same person i used to be. </div><div>I acknowledge that the journey has taught me the wrongs that i've done, </div><div>the question is if i've learned. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Lately, i went thru the blog entries i had 4 or 5 years ago. </div><div>I realised there are remnants of the past which i have yet to dealt with. </div><div>I'm basically remain standing on the same ground since the day i crushed. </div><div>Yeah, on the bright side, i'm standing. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>5 years had passed and i only managed to stand up. </div><div>I guess its time that i done with sulking, enough of retrospecting.<br />I ought to take heed from what i've learned and move on.<br /><br /><em>I should be running...</em><br /></div><br /><div>5 years down the road, if i'm still whining about my past and present,<br />then i'm a fucking LOSER!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-5242479769800722057?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-7440461751118897072009-03-21T00:00:00.009+08:002009-03-21T00:40:56.633+08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/ScO91yL66lI/AAAAAAAAAb4/di9fQHH2mVU/s1600-h/orion.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315300716929804882" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/ScO91yL66lI/AAAAAAAAAb4/di9fQHH2mVU/s400/orion.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>*</div><div>如果你问我为何漫漫五年了，</div><div>怎么没变，</div><div>我想是因为我依然傻傻的在看星。。。哈哈</div><div>*</div><div><em>if you u ask me, what happened in these years?</em></div><div><em>I guess i was or am still foolishly gazing the stars...haha</em></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-744046175111889707?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-2322151953189334612009-03-20T23:35:00.003+08:002009-03-20T23:58:50.464+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/ScO9CGAfGaI/AAAAAAAAAbw/E53BUBzV2_k/s1600-h/digital.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315299828897356194" style="WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/ScO9CGAfGaI/AAAAAAAAAbw/E53BUBzV2_k/s400/digital.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>五年可以讲是一段很长的日子。<br />以下这一段是我当时的 blog...<br />很多人，在五年内可能发佐达，可能结佐婚，生埋仔，<br />而我，好似一点都没变到，niama!<br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">变态佬</span></strong>在世俗人眼中，<br /><br />一个年上三十， 单身， 经常独自一个人坐在餐厅吃饭的，<br />一个年上三十， 单身， 经常独自一个人在霸市推 trolley的,<br />一个年上三十， 单身， 经常独自一个人呆在 cafe 饮咖啡， 抽烟的，<br />一个年上三十， 单身， 经常独自一个人背包旅行的，<br />一个年上三十， 单身， 又一个人住的，无疑是一个变态佬。<br /><br />如果要我听你推销 MML or Insurance...<br /><br />如果要我听你夸大显耀你挣钱的本事...<br /><br />如果要我听你奚落，bitch about 你身旁的每一个...<br /><br />如果要我听你显耀你行街， shopping 及扮靓的心得...<br /><br />如果要我听你畅谈你参加‘赶尸队’的异国风情...我情愿变态！<br /><br />在西方国家， 这是个人的选择，自由的尊重。<br /><br />当然，我的态佬是我没有选择...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-232215195318933461?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-53916544478355491592009-03-19T20:46:00.005+08:002009-03-19T21:44:13.511+08:00<p align="left"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/ScI-2kOyhJI/AAAAAAAAAbk/v4xdljDkw2Q/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314879617410172050" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/ScI-2kOyhJI/AAAAAAAAAbk/v4xdljDkw2Q/s400/DSC_0031.JPG" border="0" /></a></p>Walking thru this newly completed masterpiece yesterday and i felt lost.<br />What have i been doing all this while?<br />I should be inspired, but ...<br />Maybe is time to re-evaluate NOW and TOMORROW...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-5391654447835549159?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-91045785501522413992009-03-17T22:16:00.008+08:002009-03-17T23:47:51.735+08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/Sb-6t_A177I/AAAAAAAAAbc/lrFeowyRwMU/s1600-h/DSC_0002-1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314171384492322738" style="WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/Sb-6t_A177I/AAAAAAAAAbc/lrFeowyRwMU/s400/DSC_0002-1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div></div><div>I sent myself to torture chamber today, walked out with a pair of bloody red eyes!!</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>I ordered some daily contact lens lately and got a called to collect it today.</div><br /><div>Not that i'm vain, just that i've never tried contact lens in my life, so thought of giving it a shoot. </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Having born a cina, genetically endowed with a pair of "sepet" eyes never bother me till just now. I spent close to half an hour trying to attach the tiny jelly to my eyeball. Apparently, the eyes too small and the plastic bowl seems too big. </div><div></div><br /><div>The optician was all out to give directions and end up trying herself to poke, yet failed. And my eyes was peach red. So she called for help and her comments to her colleague was," eye too small la". Niama!</div><div></div><br /><div>So a guy came, with 3 hands, which equal to 15 fingers to be exact, all stretching over my sepet eye, striving to squeeze....yeah, finally managed, but i was left tearing!! </div><div></div><br /><div>Then the next session was to take it out. I felt like my eyeball was pinched out! What a torture!</div><div></div><br /><div>Hmmm...now i'm left with 30 pairs of daily "torture", wondering when i felt like crying again!!</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-9104578550152241399?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-41056119617663993362009-03-16T23:37:00.005+08:002009-03-17T00:01:19.154+08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/Sb52nunh0hI/AAAAAAAAAbM/cYfVi2c_zDk/s1600-h/DSC_0001-1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313815035244565010" style="WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/Sb52nunh0hI/AAAAAAAAAbM/cYfVi2c_zDk/s400/DSC_0001-1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div></div><br /><div>年少时蛮喜欢写，翻开铺满尘埃的日记，唯有感叹没一直写下去。。。</div><br /><div></div><div><span style="color:#330099;">錯過。。。</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330099;">不經意的揮手﹐竟揮去了該傾訴心曲的時日。</span></div><div><span style="color:#330099;">每個人都並不立意要錯過﹐但在考試的蠶絲輕吐﹐</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="color:#330099;">每個人都把自己埋在書堆的繭裡﹐又在每個淡淡的天﹐淡淡的錯過了。</span><br /></span></div><div><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">問。。。</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">藍色十月是灰色的憂鬱。寧願擁有懮愁的美麗﹐ </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">也不願有美麗的懮愁。</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">別於今朝﹐會否相逢﹐會否曾經相識﹖</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">還是人何處也﹐桃花依舊﹖成長於懮傷﹐成熟於滄桑﹐成長為何物﹖</span></div><br /><div><br /><span style="color:#666666;">離。。。</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#666666;">用懮愁和不捨築成的竿﹐去釣一江水的離。</span></div><div><span style="color:#666666;">再把釣起的離﹐譜成十月的情﹐畢業的緒。</span></div><div><span style="color:#666666;">該怎把心中的藍﹐揮灑於穹天的灰﹐於是唯有拾前記憶的落葉﹐鋪在日後的路上﹐</span></div><div><span style="color:#666666;">希望能常聽到﹐步踏落葉時所發出的嘆息﹗</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-4105611961766399336?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-534011954046323502009-03-15T23:34:00.006+08:002009-03-16T00:05:18.956+08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/Sb0mO1VL_wI/AAAAAAAAAa8/dcD_DYe-2V8/s1600-h/DSC_0061.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313445171643023106" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/Sb0mO1VL_wI/AAAAAAAAAa8/dcD_DYe-2V8/s400/DSC_0061.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/Sb0gULCmYUI/AAAAAAAAAa0/03Bi_Z9ckvs/s1600-h/DSC_0193.JPG"></a><br /><div>Woke up super early this morning, earliest of the year, to catch the sunrise @ tabur.</div><br /><div>The sunrise wasn't magnificent, the hill was crowded, however its still fun. </div><div> </div><div></div><div>Actually, i do enjoy early morning when the sun breaks thru the horizon. Misty, foggy and the smell is refreshing with the birds chirping at the back ground. Sitting down quietly, mesmerising oneself with the fresh scent, waiting for the twilight to emerge...it is form of meditation, to calm the restless soul. </div><div> </div><div></div><div>Just that i'm too lazy to hurl my butt out of the bed. Have got to do it a couple of times a year! </div><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-53401195404632350?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-52913393525768990832009-03-13T23:34:00.008+08:002009-03-14T00:23:44.681+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SbqIU8Xx0zI/AAAAAAAAAas/g-Vl_mVwERQ/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312708603821544242" style="WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SbqIU8Xx0zI/AAAAAAAAAas/g-Vl_mVwERQ/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SbqHT6RSTuI/AAAAAAAAAac/Xk3i8lqPc0o/s1600-h/DSC_0006-1.JPG"></a>十多年前，抱吉他的日子时，写下了这首歌。。。<br /><br /><em>一个梦的开始，是另个梦的结束</em><br /><em>无奈与伤痛，总在交替时</em><br /><em>也许</em><br /><em>这就是生活</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>有人说</em><br /><em>我不再属于织的年华</em><br /><em>我对我自己说</em><br /><em>让我梦这一生</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>让我梦一生，梦一世</em><br /><em>梦到世界的尽头</em><br /><em>我相信总有一梦</em><br /><em>是属于我和你</em><br /><br />没想到活了大半生，吉他已风尘了，这首歌依然是我的心声！</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-5291339352576899083?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-36582596269545752512009-03-13T22:38:00.005+08:002009-03-14T01:04:29.008+08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SbpwHCt2T7I/AAAAAAAAAaM/xxGVcq-caM0/s1600-h/DSC_0056.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312681976727490482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SbpwHCt2T7I/AAAAAAAAAaM/xxGVcq-caM0/s400/DSC_0056.JPG" border="0" /></a> All my life, i see a beautiful moon. Glowing and smiling at me.<br />At times i see the silhouette of a beautiful girl embraced the sphere, i assume its "Chang Er".<br /><br />Today i snapped the moon with a zoom len and i realised the moon is not as pretty as i always thought.<br /><br />The imagination was lost as one sees it CLEAR.<br /><br />I wonder its good to see the world so clear now.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-3658259626954575251?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-34036704000183359492009-03-09T13:15:00.009+08:002009-03-11T00:51:19.101+08:00As the river flows... <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311052537518255042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SbSmJMo2a8I/AAAAAAAAAZI/xWdjIOOhe4Q/s400/DSC_0009-1.JPG" border="0" /><br />When the ray pierces...<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311052879147918594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SbSmdFTtZQI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/YDUfOR1suf8/s400/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" /><br />While the breeze caressing thru...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SbSmdFTtZQI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/YDUfOR1suf8/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311054976797648002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 412px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SbSoXLqYJII/AAAAAAAAAZg/ingUKiJe2VQ/s400/DSC_0271.JPG" border="0" /> <div><div></div><div>Is there a reason to mourn?</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-3403670400018335949?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-68424280654663773092008-09-27T13:34:00.003+08:002008-09-27T13:42:01.941+08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SN3HAKa7ysI/AAAAAAAAATg/xWKd9Img1pA/s1600-h/pete.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250571546195118786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SN3HAKa7ysI/AAAAAAAAATg/xWKd9Img1pA/s400/pete.jpg" border="0" /></a> Hang on there...it won't be long before the dark side's crushed!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-6842428065466377309?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-38947553756228651872008-07-28T23:11:00.003+08:002008-07-28T23:36:00.997+08:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SI3iE2ECkHI/AAAAAAAAATY/009mEDARsi4/s1600-h/DSC_0268.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228083315306827890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SI3iE2ECkHI/AAAAAAAAATY/009mEDARsi4/s400/DSC_0268.JPG" border="0" /></a>Paulo Coelho tells the story of good and evil in <em>The Devil and Miss Pyrm, </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>" Good and Evil struggled in both of them (Ahab &amp; Savin), </em><br /><em>just as they did in every soul on the face of earth...</em><br /><em>It was all a matter of control. And choice. </em><br /><em>Nothing more and nothing less..."</em><br /><em></em><br />Yes, i believe that devil and angel reside hand in hand in all of us. When we face the sun, darkness's always looming behind. And its a matter of choice, that we move forward, closer to the light or step backward, to the dark side.<br /><br />I guess the process of oscillating makes up life...if one's in inch closer to light or otherwise<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-3894755375622865187?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-41226284329279058842008-07-13T22:43:00.007+08:002008-07-14T00:06:16.767+08:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SHod1yUR9nI/AAAAAAAAATQ/UeHPOCZA0yU/s1600-h/Mail+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222519527766619762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SHod1yUR9nI/AAAAAAAAATQ/UeHPOCZA0yU/s400/Mail+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a>I remember when i was young, i used to have pen pals. I would hassle my parent to buy me nice letter pad and a good ball point pen. Sitting down patiently on my desk for hours, writting and amending the letters. And yes, i might have to rewrite the whole letter if there's a mistake or correction. Then i would slowly seal it up in an envelope and finally tongue it with a stamp of contentment. With a smile on the face, i would rush on my bike and post it in a red letter collection box, with hopes.<br /><br />Then i would wait in much anticipation. Wait and wait, cos it usually takes atleast a week for a reply. The joy of receiving a mail is beyond words, so pure, so naive...<br /><br />As the years pass, now i hate to check my mail box cos its only BILLS...<br /><br />And i can't even remember when was the last time i sit down and write, with a ball point and a nice fragrant letter pad. Yes, things have changed significantly. Now i only sit in front of PC and type, with the shortest words possible!<br /><br />I miss the process, the anticipation, the joy and the slowness of things!<br /><br />I guess i have to admit, age has catched up and i'm old now!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-4122628432927905884?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-28286666021389822112008-07-10T23:30:00.006+08:002008-07-11T00:42:55.901+08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SHY7qncpLhI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_61GUzTl6IQ/s1600-h/books.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221426421312335378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SHY7qncpLhI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_61GUzTl6IQ/s400/books.jpg" border="0" /></a> Most people thought i only read porns... </div><div align="center">Contradictorily, i do read... </div><div align="center">Yet i can't seem to remember what i read... </div><div align="center">I wonder if its age or i "<em><strong>heartly</strong></em>" read...<br /></div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SHY7qyFRTkI/AAAAAAAAATA/19kNxeccC0w/s1600-h/Write.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221426424167091778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SHY7qyFRTkI/AAAAAAAAATA/19kNxeccC0w/s400/Write.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a> Sometimes, i do write "<em><strong>big word</strong>"</em>...</p><p align="center">Yet i never comprehend...</p><p align="center">never emulate...</p><p align="center">what i wrote...</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-2828666602138982211?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-18033858047003797342008-06-22T13:43:00.008+08:002008-06-22T16:54:49.491+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SF3nIPVi0tI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZqEspFKY184/s1600-h/KKB03.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214578072306766546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SF3nIPVi0tI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZqEspFKY184/s400/KKB03.jpg" border="0" /></a>Kuala Kubu Baru, a small town one passes by on the way to Fraser's Hill. As the name implies, the town was "newly" built after the old Kuala Kubu was destroyed by flood in 1883. For it was built during the British era, the town has a strong colonial imprint which lasted till today. And fortunately, the lack of developments has help to keep its origin charm.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SF3nIHCdx6I/AAAAAAAAAQg/PUbVKK7l6u0/s1600-h/KKB02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214578070079260578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SF3nIHCdx6I/AAAAAAAAAQg/PUbVKK7l6u0/s400/KKB02.jpg" border="0" /></a>On a early Saturday morning when the smell of alcohol still pungent and the eyes still gorgy, we loaded our bikes and headed to KKB.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SF3n70YAHdI/AAAAAAAAARI/zfIGItQmEdA/s1600-h/KKB07.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214578958422515154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SF3n70YAHdI/AAAAAAAAARI/zfIGItQmEdA/s400/KKB07.jpg" border="0" /></a>Our first pit-stop was Sun Nam Cheong, THE place to have authentic hailam food in a traditional shop house setting. Its the most crucial stop for we need to freshen up and store up sufficient calories for burning later. The shop owner was very friendly (she thought we are reporters) and kept offering us her assorted plants on the five-foot way. She also offer us tips to make some shots...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SF3nH18rlqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xbmkTv9Gu9U/s1600-h/KKB01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214578065491596962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SF3nH18rlqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xbmkTv9Gu9U/s400/KKB01.jpg" border="0" /></a>I like the way she splashes vivid colours to decor the shop which gives a Caribbean feel to the place.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SF3n7NY4HmI/AAAAAAAAARA/cWqcoHZgEEY/s1600-h/KKB06.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214578947957202530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SF3n7NY4HmI/AAAAAAAAARA/cWqcoHZgEEY/s400/KKB06.jpg" border="0" /></a>The commercial quarter of the town is relatively small with a couple rows of pre-war shop houses in a grid setting. The quarter is within walking distance and has all that one needs to live a life. Thats the charm of small town, simple and essential!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SF3nIczQ6-I/AAAAAAAAAQw/u_2lxAeaSmY/s1600-h/KKB04.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214578075921083362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SF3nIczQ6-I/AAAAAAAAAQw/u_2lxAeaSmY/s400/KKB04.jpg" border="0" /></a>We all like ruins, and we wonder if we are scanvenger deep down.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SF3pga8xPKI/AAAAAAAAARo/YLTSHjBv0vE/s1600-h/KKB10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214580686764194978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SF3pga8xPKI/AAAAAAAAARo/YLTSHjBv0vE/s400/KKB10.jpg" border="0" /></a>The commercial quarter is flanked by the institutional quarter up on a hill and the residential quarter down the valley. The undulating valley is dotted with beautiful colonial government bungalows, fenceless and landscaped with matured Angsana trees. The colonial government quarters are the best model for the current 'hip' gated development blooming everywhere in the Klang Valley, but no one seems to learn from history!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SF3piIPH4PI/AAAAAAAAAR4/m_SPys6G-dI/s1600-h/KKB12.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214580716100641010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SF3piIPH4PI/AAAAAAAAAR4/m_SPys6G-dI/s400/KKB12.jpg" border="0" /></a>As usual, most goverment quarters are badly maintained and vacanted. And the most of the beautiful colonial gems in the area are left rotting!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SF3phVwvHOI/AAAAAAAAARw/XmScA2rRdfk/s1600-h/KKB11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214580702551416034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SF3phVwvHOI/AAAAAAAAARw/XmScA2rRdfk/s400/KKB11.jpg" border="0" /></a>Often times, when i stepped into a vacant house, my electronic gadget will get cranky. And it happened again this round, but the result turn out surprisely alright! This Bunga Melur shot won't be possible without the hand of the invisible...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SF3pfmsdG_I/AAAAAAAAARg/ixL22whoD8A/s1600-h/KKB09.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214580672737123314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SF3pfmsdG_I/AAAAAAAAARg/ixL22whoD8A/s400/KKB09.jpg" border="0" /></a>As the sun set, with the weary body, we stopped by the famous Rapid KL grave yard for our last shots for the day!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-1803385804700379734?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-49321809126655433722008-06-17T22:58:00.004+08:002008-06-17T23:11:41.781+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SFfSvTjlN9I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Owof-huiIr0/s1600-h/Free+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212866803849836498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SFfSvTjlN9I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Owof-huiIr0/s400/Free+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I fall...<br />into the trap i set<br />yet<br />I long for freedom<br /><br />I strive...<br />to break free<br />yet<br />I hold up the chain<br /><br />I could only yearn for I never, never, never really try...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-4932180912665543372?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-61580065197758966692008-06-15T23:51:00.003+08:002008-06-15T23:59:46.348+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SFU7HJEZwSI/AAAAAAAAAQI/mNI0KNLQZtQ/s1600-h/DSC_0014.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SFU7HJEZwSI/AAAAAAAAAQI/mNI0KNLQZtQ/s400/DSC_0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212137137630724386" border="0" /></a>My hunches tell me that i'm gonna die young, i guess this would be the testimony of my life...yet to be liven...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-6158006519775896669?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-6567048727220516242008-05-29T23:24:00.006+08:002008-05-30T00:26:53.049+08:00Krabi, lies on the south-west coast of Thailand bordering the Andaman Sea has much to offer. It is well endowed with natural beauty. The coastal landscape are speckled with scenic limestone karst formations, entwined mangroves swamps and white sandy beaches.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SD7O7XOXtfI/AAAAAAAAAPw/3NmXP4W9NPI/s1600-h/DSC_0205.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SD7O7XOXtfI/AAAAAAAAAPw/3NmXP4W9NPI/s400/DSC_0205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205825738528765426" border="0" /></a>Hop on<span style="font-style: italic;"> long-tail</span> boat to meander around the magnificent karsts. This water taxi is the most common transport and the best mode to explore the charming rocky karsts that dot the coastline...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SD7OK3OXteI/AAAAAAAAAPo/XuQEUHavGO0/s1600-h/DSC_0341.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SD7OK3OXteI/AAAAAAAAAPo/XuQEUHavGO0/s400/DSC_0341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205824905305109986" border="0" /></a>On a west coast beach, the best moment of repose is lying on beach and wait for the sun to go down...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SD7L3nOXtdI/AAAAAAAAAPg/GtHVH5MYVgc/s1600-h/DSC_0577.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SD7L3nOXtdI/AAAAAAAAAPg/GtHVH5MYVgc/s400/DSC_0577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205822375569372626" border="0" /></a>The longtails are lining up ever since the sun rises, waiting peafully as one wades thru the clear shallow water...is a rite, as the sea stroke away the sand before a journey begins...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SD7PLXOXtgI/AAAAAAAAAP4/YBhzPASwRKE/s1600-h/DSC_0171.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SD7PLXOXtgI/AAAAAAAAAP4/YBhzPASwRKE/s400/DSC_0171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205826013406672386" border="0" /></a><br />And i promise...i'll be back!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-656704872722051624?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-50650333569926529802008-05-21T22:36:00.005+08:002008-05-21T23:03:48.900+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SDQ0YypC-RI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-UJo4Tg6SSY/s1600-h/DSC_0310.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SDQ0YypC-RI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-UJo4Tg6SSY/s400/DSC_0310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202841070035204370" border="0" /></a>On my way back after attending the Maha Vihara Temple Wesak festival, i passed by the Our Lady of Fatima Catholic Church. Lady of Fatima or Virgin Mary blissful smile urged me to stop by for a picture.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SDQ1tSpC-SI/AAAAAAAAAPY/yzN7XpAcP5w/s1600-h/DSC_0311.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SDQ1tSpC-SI/AAAAAAAAAPY/yzN7XpAcP5w/s400/DSC_0311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202842521734150434" border="0" /></a>Right after my first shot, Virgin Mary magically litted up the candles to signal hello. And i clicked for second shot. I took it as a blessing.<br /><br />I believe in God, though i don't subscribe to any prevailing religion. I'm grateful SHE smiles at me, who at times dances with satan...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-5065033356992652980?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-37677587943986134262008-05-20T23:34:00.009+08:002008-05-21T01:04:11.483+08:00Wesak or Vesak, the day buddhists commemorate the birth, enlightenment &amp; the passing of Gautama Buddha. In my hometown, i used to stay in front of a small buddhist temple. Every year during Wesak, i'll definately cross over for a free vegetarian meal while my mum busy helping out. Even since i left home, i hardly set foot on any buddhist temple, not to mention paying respect during Wesak. This year, after more than 10 years, i finally went for the Wesak day celebration at the famous Maha Vihara Temple, but more to snap some pictures, what a shame!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SDL4bipC-PI/AAAAAAAAAPA/YXhH-snHCIc/s1600-h/DSC_0212.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SDL4bipC-PI/AAAAAAAAAPA/YXhH-snHCIc/s400/DSC_0212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202493671605467378" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SDL4CipC-OI/AAAAAAAAAO4/QnZgafDCdaA/s1600-h/DSC_0208.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SDL4CipC-OI/AAAAAAAAAO4/QnZgafDCdaA/s400/DSC_0208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202493242108737762" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SDL3VCpC-NI/AAAAAAAAAOw/7CqC1Gk01WM/s1600-h/DSC_0183.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SDL3VCpC-NI/AAAAAAAAAOw/7CqC1Gk01WM/s400/DSC_0183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202492460424689874" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SDL3KSpC-MI/AAAAAAAAAOo/BnqQQ3w74Qk/s1600-h/299.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SDL3KSpC-MI/AAAAAAAAAOo/BnqQQ3w74Qk/s400/299.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202492275741096130" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SDL21CpC-LI/AAAAAAAAAOg/TK1AbSyMhZM/s1600-h/DSC_0140.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SDL21CpC-LI/AAAAAAAAAOg/TK1AbSyMhZM/s400/DSC_0140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202491910668875954" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SDL16SpC-II/AAAAAAAAAOI/50etXhh2YQs/s1600-h/DSC_0161.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SDL16SpC-II/AAAAAAAAAOI/50etXhh2YQs/s400/DSC_0161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202490901351561346" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SDL2KypC-JI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gjSxoBoJ1QQ/s1600-h/DSC_0277-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SDL2KypC-JI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gjSxoBoJ1QQ/s400/DSC_0277-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202491184819402898" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SDL1nipC-HI/AAAAAAAAAOA/PkdsDhZSKYM/s1600-h/DSC_0266.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SDL1nipC-HI/AAAAAAAAAOA/PkdsDhZSKYM/s400/DSC_0266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202490579229014130" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SDLxDCpC-BI/AAAAAAAAANM/t0FIWjU7V9w/s1600-h/DSC_0266.JPG"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-3767758794398613426?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-57745283871509283542008-05-19T14:41:00.004+08:002008-05-21T01:00:33.282+08:00I stay in Kampung Kayu Ara, the not-so-posh area next to Bandar Utama. Never really walk around the area for the past 5 years. Today i slung on my camera and walk on foot rite before dusk. It isn't that bad in pictures...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SDEhbypC-AI/AAAAAAAAANE/gIJZSvA7AWM/s1600-h/DSC_0150.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SDEhbypC-AI/AAAAAAAAANE/gIJZSvA7AWM/s400/DSC_0150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201975805923751938" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SDEhWipC9_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/S6s1S_SFDQk/s1600-h/DSC_0147.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SDEhWipC9_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/S6s1S_SFDQk/s400/DSC_0147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201975715729438706" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SDEhRypC9-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/MORy39B_L5Q/s1600-h/DSC_0115.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SDEhRypC9-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/MORy39B_L5Q/s400/DSC_0115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201975634125060066" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-5774528387150928354?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-12583344035999122522008-05-19T13:14:00.002+08:002008-05-19T13:14:53.922+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SDEMxCpC90I/AAAAAAAAALc/48yybYtXbBk/s1600-h/DSC_0264.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SDEMxCpC90I/AAAAAAAAALc/48yybYtXbBk/s400/DSC_0264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201953081251788610" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-1258334403599912252?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-20271178960021223142008-05-19T13:04:00.001+08:002008-05-19T13:06:25.630+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SDEKySpC9yI/AAAAAAAAALM/8OII52X-wx0/s1600-h/Survival1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SDEKySpC9yI/AAAAAAAAALM/8OII52X-wx0/s400/Survival1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201950903703369506" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SDEKpSpC9xI/AAAAAAAAALE/FvfHBpkVf3Y/s1600-h/Survival.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SDEKpSpC9xI/AAAAAAAAALE/FvfHBpkVf3Y/s400/Survival.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201950749084546834" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-2027117896002122314?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-35353322613355077832008-04-26T20:16:00.002+08:002008-04-26T20:23:36.819+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SBMenryi6RI/AAAAAAAAAK0/MG7zODpcwwc/s1600-h/People.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SBMenryi6RI/AAAAAAAAAK0/MG7zODpcwwc/s400/People.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193528462406773010" border="0" /></a>Standing in the middle of golden triangle, i realised the vast diverstiy of our society and culture.<br /><br />Is beautiful, is plural definately.<br /><br />We should seek the beauty from this poetic pluralism than looking at differences...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-3535332261335507783?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-33737141809954930932008-04-24T23:10:00.005+08:002008-04-24T23:47:57.917+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SBCrm7yi6QI/AAAAAAAAAKs/TpH7T0NlK4A/s1600-h/KLCC1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SBCrm7yi6QI/AAAAAAAAAKs/TpH7T0NlK4A/s400/KLCC1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192839055731255554" border="0" /></a>On a good day, this is what i can see from my window...<br /><br />In the distance, the sky is lightened up by the rays emitting from the twin towers, the icon of KL.<br />I can't deny, its impressive and beautiful, yet the resources that sucked into building and running it is enormous. Many lives could be saved, many children could have better education etc...<br /><br />I'm still not sure, if we need it...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-3373714180995493093?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-62394876277404982722008-04-20T18:12:00.005+08:002008-04-21T01:13:24.762+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SAsXFz4rJFI/AAAAAAAAAKc/r9veRpI4v-U/s1600-h/Probability.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SAsXFz4rJFI/AAAAAAAAAKc/r9veRpI4v-U/s400/Probability.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191268384069330002" border="0" /></a>Probablility, or commonly known as Lottery, means something rare yet possible to happen. I hit lottery today where i managed to capture split second "lightning". Its hard, yet if you are lucky, it happens...just as i was called to substantiate my income tax...one out of millions...<br /><br />I can't deny i'm Lucky!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-6239487627740498272?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-26496408173466494112008-04-19T23:33:00.005+08:002008-04-20T18:29:02.540+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SAoTaT4rJBI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/JIPtxG9ce2I/s1600-h/Spost.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SAoTaT4rJBI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/JIPtxG9ce2I/s400/Spost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190982863233426450" border="0" /></a>I always wonder why some street polls are slanted. The revelation came to me when i travelled along route 51 to Istana Sri Menanti...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-2649640817346649411?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-47338723651050904602008-04-19T23:22:00.005+08:002008-04-19T23:59:45.878+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SAoOSz4rI-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/fFCFi3AuJCs/s1600-h/NBT.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SAoOSz4rI-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/fFCFi3AuJCs/s400/NBT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190977236826268642" border="0" /></a>All these years, No Black Tie is still the best place for live jazz performance. Is a place i will always go back when i had too much of hip music, just to cleanse the ears...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SAoUIT4rJCI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OGRjo1ouQ-8/s1600-h/Nicole+Duffel.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SAoUIT4rJCI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OGRjo1ouQ-8/s400/Nicole+Duffel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190983653507408930" border="0" /></a>A woman on Sax is always the sexiest! I know most people will disagree, is the fetish inside me. Nicole Duffell &amp; Eric Li thrilled me for the night, i regretted walking out on music and now i could only admire...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SAoW2j4rJEI/AAAAAAAAAKU/WuwvkfXT4Gs/s1600-h/Eric.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SAoW2j4rJEI/AAAAAAAAAKU/WuwvkfXT4Gs/s400/Eric.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190986647099614274" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-4733872365105090460?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-68367011093070396382008-04-17T00:04:00.002+08:002008-04-17T00:15:14.043+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SAYlo-zpExI/AAAAAAAAAJc/zsr3cBl8L70/s1600-h/digital.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SAYlo-zpExI/AAAAAAAAAJc/zsr3cBl8L70/s400/digital.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189877006575670034" border="0" /></a>I just realised the significance of index finger in today's world. <br />Digital arts are crafted out of merely -the clicking of the index finger, either on shutter-release or mouse. Soon we could discern an artist by looking at one's out of proportion, muscular index finger...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-6836701109307039638?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-41820382295239114432008-04-16T01:25:00.001+08:002008-04-16T01:27:40.281+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SATlgezpEwI/AAAAAAAAAJU/KJD6U4jGp9I/s1600-h/Cluttered.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SATlgezpEwI/AAAAAAAAAJU/KJD6U4jGp9I/s400/Cluttered.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189525016825893634" border="0" /></a>Is cluttered, obviously.<br />Just as the cluttered thoughts hovering around...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-4182038229523911443?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-89256079572711569202008-04-15T22:51:00.004+08:002008-04-20T00:04:40.411+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SATkROzpEvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/8RqTmkD0q64/s1600-h/experiment1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SATkROzpEvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/8RqTmkD0q64/s400/experiment1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189523655321260786" border="0" /></a>At times, its fun to experiment, especially with new toy.<br />A bit of zooming before the shutter closes, will set the rays flying...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-8925607957271156920?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-64279844205361801842008-04-15T00:21:00.004+08:002008-04-15T00:36:14.444+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SAOH8OzpEoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EKNb3MZuiGQ/s1600-h/inccidental.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SAOH8OzpEoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EKNb3MZuiGQ/s400/inccidental.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189140664497541762" border="0" /></a><br />While enthusiasm's still raging on D60, a click here and there produces incidental "beauty", always unexpected.<br /><br />I wish life's gonna be incidentally flaring too...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-6427984420536180184?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-44529818635476208992008-04-14T21:26:00.000+08:002008-04-14T22:10:43.152+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SANhwezpEmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/wx-h2p0sCBM/s1600-h/wisdom.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px;display:block;text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SANhwezpEmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/wx-h2p0sCBM/s400/wisdom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189098681192223330" border="0" /></a>I never really listen to my mum ever since i left school for i thought i know better.<br /><br />I was upset once when mum pruned my "frail" potted plants bald at home. I argued that without leaves, they will die for there's no "photosynthesis". The brown-frail foliage before would still last. However, within a month, they were given new lifes and flourish ever since...<br /><br />Wisdom doesn't come naturally with knowledge, it takes experience...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-4452981863547620899?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-20109762420934064072008-04-13T20:13:00.001+08:002008-04-13T20:20:07.377+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SAH5JuzpEaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_dR40zc0meo/s1600-h/smile.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SAH5JuzpEaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_dR40zc0meo/s400/smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188702191286292898" border="0" /></a>The dust of the GE12 political earthquake has yet to settle, but i'm weary of the phenomenon...just gotta withdraw and repose, attempt to recuperate for a blissful smile...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-2010976242093406407?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309984460431933.post-79296320265132503132008-04-13T16:37:00.000+08:002008-04-14T22:09:19.432+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SAI-a-zpElI/AAAAAAAAAHE/c0MY6d83hb4/s1600-h/State+of+Mind.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block;text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NncUHq55xKs/SAI-a-zpElI/AAAAAAAAAHE/c0MY6d83hb4/s400/State+of+Mind.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188778353941353042" border="0" /></a><br />Toying with my first DSLR, nikon D60, incidentally i captured the current state of mind...Often times, subconscious manifes subtly without one realising it..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309984460431933-7929632026513250313?l=snapshot08.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ck.yeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705657654521272143noreply@blogger.com0