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Another Bigger Picture

judithyeoh@gmail.com (judith) — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 18:27:00 +0000

Right now, as I'm gazing into the Bigger Picture and reminding myself that yes, thinking of this giant canvas is a good place to start.. I can't help but to feel small. Really, really small.

Like a tiny speck of dirt, or a pixel on the biggest tv China has ever made.

Vionnet - Resort 2010

judithyeoh@gmail.com (judith) — Wed, 12 Aug 2009 07:08:00 +0000

Rodolfo Paglialunga's brilliant debut for Vionnet - beautiful draping that is the hallmark of Vionnet + the right dose of modern structure. View the entire collection and read Style.com's review. ♥♥♥

Gangs of New Yap

judithyeoh@gmail.com (judith) — Sat, 08 Aug 2009 17:46:00 +0000

Sometimes we think we've got it all figured out - the answers to complicated matters in life, the reasons why people act the way they do, who to expect what kind of behavior from, what habits to eliminate and what to cultivate to become a better person, how a church should and shouldn't be, how things should run in our country, what sort of future we are paving for ourselves and sometimes even foreseeing the future of others on behalf of those who haven't figured out yet. It all falls in place snugly in our minds and our logic makes perfect sense to us.

Yet the moment we speak so confidently of our know it alls, a little droplet of wisdom from above gets washed away. The second we mount on the high horse of our fine reviews and opinions, yet another seat for humility is bucked off the saddle, another door for grace is closed shut.

All this while we (may) already know (no matter how loud our voices may be to deafen this truth) that there is one God who does know it all and in fact wants us to discover the 'answers' to these things - only if and when His word, His opinion, supersedes ours. This is the same God today as the one who once physically stood among us, and in all His omniscience, held back his words from those who outrightly challenged him even though he could see right through their hearts and could've definitely wowed the crowd in all his perfect wisdom by disclosing Right On highly classified information about each challenger and proving all their ill opinions wrong. He chose not to.

The heart, mind and tongue will always choose to submit and glorify His true words over ours whenever we tap into godly wisdom and gradually learn His absolute truth of things. Slowly we realize the vastness of things; we realize that the surest bets we had on topics of discussions now come with stuff we had once failed to see. We trade our limited thoughts for an overflow of God's heart for His people - we trade them for His perspective on things. We will speak the truth in love.

So sometimes we just have to breathe in, listen more, draw conclusions a little slower, make witty comments even slower and speak last. Sometimes it's not even about what we think of things. Sometimes I just have to absorb instruction before I secrete opinion. Sometimes I just have to want to understand what good can come out of the not so/not as good before I make convenient critiques.

Most times it's all about meek inconvenience.

Snoopy

judithyeoh@gmail.com (judith) — Fri, 17 Jul 2009 17:26:00 +0000

He Says She Says

judithyeoh@gmail.com (judith) — Mon, 11 May 2009 15:42:00 +0000

To say nothing, especially when speaking, is half the art of diplomacy.

Will Durant

The Bigger Picture

judithyeoh@gmail.com (judith) — Tue, 21 Apr 2009 16:47:00 +0000

When unable to write, paste.

Dog Lovers wave

judithyeoh@gmail.com (judith) — Wed, 11 Mar 2009 17:03:00 +0000

You know how humans have always been inspired by animals? Birds - airplanes, whales - submarines, cats - lazyness, bats - sensors, etc. We can always count on being inspired by animals and learning from them. But there's only one out of the entire animal kingdom, which has earned itself a most special and personal title as man's best friend. And this was given to an animal, not even another human. Nevertheless, this four-legged buddy is not short of human-like temperaments and thankfully even more faithful and patient than the ordinary man.

We can always count on learning from animals, but dogs, they change us from the inside, teaches us life lessons.. makes us want to become better people.

And not forgetting, people also say that all dogs go to heaven; I really do think so.

Simple Living, Abundant Living

judithyeoh@gmail.com (judith) — Fri, 06 Mar 2009 21:41:00 +0000

"I went to live in the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see that I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived... I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms..."

Henry David Thoreau

I'm finding it harder nowadays making it a point to live only with the bare necessities in life; as you and I know all too well, less IS more. The comforts of overfurnishing is sure to change us inside but there is that one priceless thing that if not careful, will begin to lose its life as we let other things take over its worth. The spirit. It risks becoming the biggest white elephant of all, plonked and seated together in the silent company of fellow lifeless collectibles. I guess that would also be around the same time we get that dreadful revelation that hey, we haven't lived much at all.

As Thoreau wished to live and learn from only the essentials in life and to suck out all the marrow of life and reduce it to its lowest terms, I hope I can too.. but in pursuit of stocking up on what is Eternal, and to have an overflowing life that can only come from Him.

"Yes, a person is a fool to store up earthly wealth but not have a rich relationship with God."

Jesus Christ

Eve of Another New Beginning

judithyeoh@gmail.com (judith) — Wed, 31 Dec 2008 08:35:00 +0000

It's the last day of the year! Just thought it would be 'exciting' to blog on the eve of yet another 365-day term ahead.

*Happy merry new year everyone* I hope we continue to draw closer to things of eternal value and impart them to others as we receive.

Ending on a light and obviously ridiculous note...

Have a good one.

Friengers

judithyeoh@gmail.com (judith) — Sun, 19 Oct 2008 16:38:00 +0000

So I can't even tell if this thing is an honest representation of me or if I've been kidding myself all this while, writing things that seem closest to my heart using another language altogether written by My Other Self. It's funny how I don't actually write about what I'm going through in my own blog... well at least not anymore.

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I can't tell if you honestly regard me as a friend you'd want closeby. I can't tell if you have any kind thoughts about me when we don't see each other. I can't even tell if you like me. Can't tell if I actually care about you. I can't tell if I've actually stopped caring altogether and if I'm indifferent about you. I can't tell if I'd actually share my secrets with you and you with me, so I can tell we don't trust each other. But I can tell we're all trying. I can say hey, we do get along and I can tell we won't intentionally hurt each other. I can tell we all have fun. I can tell we look out for each other and that we are generally good people. But that's really not enough when push comes to shove, when one of us needs to give the other the benefit of doubt, when we need to actually love one another. We're all sort of awkwardly put together to become friends, friendly strangers and at this point we're still friends who are pretty much still strangers. We are friengers.

This serves as a personal reminder of the basis of relationships because most of the time, it doesn't matter if things are obviously okay or not when we choose to love anyways.

One Thing

judithyeoh@gmail.com (judith) — Wed, 17 Sep 2008 15:43:00 +0000

I'm asking God for one thing,
only one thing:
To live with him in his house
my whole life long.
I'll contemplate his beauty;
I'll study at his feet.

Psalm 27:4

Attachments & Getting A Move On

judithyeoh@gmail.com (judith) — Sat, 05 Jul 2008 16:35:00 +0000

I'm the type of person who finds the need every now and then to keep things of sentimental value. The tiny problem is my low standards of deciding what is keep-worthy. I'd keep napkins from a meal in a special restaurant (TGIF and Sushi King napkins I've done before. What's so special about them, I once knew). I'd keep clothe tags for bookmarks although I already have an entire stack dying at home; meal receipts and movie stubs to commemorate 10 years later, the day I watched Lion King in a cinema that was demolished shortly after that. Because I always imagine that in the future, as I'm advancing wondrously into my mid-life crisis and clearing the house one fine afternoon, these little souvenirs that I store responsibly will function like a storybook for my children as I take them back in time to specific dates in my youth when they ask how it was like back then (probably to finish off with a bored audience and an emo mom :S). And I've come to think that even if I NEVER sit down and look through my stash, at least I have a piece of every thing worth remembering, and that is already fulfilling as it is.

So ironically, the only times when I'm thrown into nostalgia, sifting through my collection of odds and ends is when I need to clear throw them out, forever. I've moved thrice in 2 years - two were heavy duty and required moving trucks, and the third (most recent) was simply moving into a different room in the same apartment. And all of those times when I had to clear my things so I wouldn't break the backs of those helping me, I look at what I'm about to get rid off and marvel at the funniest things I bother to keep. Some I'm torn between keeping and disposing because they're a little more special than others, but most of them just deserve to be canned like my stacks of research from college. I don't imagine myself flipping through my 4 year old Googled notes when I can just easily conduct an updated search now if I had to. Not like I would've remembered I possessed them anyways if not for forced intervention.

So here I am, having newly shifted into a different room and with much less junk (I still have mixed feelings calling it junk, sniff... Oh no, imma junkie! Noooo) and thinking of those things I will never see again, those events I will never recall as vividly again.

The year for me so far has had a persistent single worded banner flying over fleeting calendar months, and it spells 'Move'. Too many people I know are moving away, have moved already, or are planning to move. From the simple changing of local postcodes or job titles to major emigration (Vegemite Land seems to be a popular choice), people are moving about, important decisions are being made, difficult decisions; changes are taking place, and not only physical relocation. People are somewhat getting the itch to get a move on. Kinda as if Act 1 is over, and the stage is being set for different props for a different scene that makes Act 2. Displacement is happening. And to have read that 'displace often means to shift something solid and comparatively immovable' resounds a gong in me. Immovable.. something like.. a mountain. Mountains. What can move mountains? Who makes shifting something impossible to shift, possible?

I feel somewhere between my red organs and grey matter, that the word Faith is painted on the other side of that banner. The displacement of people - beliefs, traditions, habits, tendencies, familiarities, makes me want to cower in the corner and hide in my stash of Christmas past and the good ol' times I've immortalized carefully over the years. If I could, I would have everyone meaningful around me unchanging and un-aging. But I know that as good and not-so-good jolting things are happening to those I'm attached to (even more attached than I am to my neglected mementos), this is not the year of hibernation. Basically, I keep feeling that there'll be this horrid shocking surprise that will change my life forever. I guess that might be the more dramatic way of saying that soon, there will be a time that calls for much faith.

I hope that when faith summoning displacements happen to those around us, we who might not be experiencing the same, will be slower to say 'small thing onlylah' but quicker to encourage. Because I'm quite positive I'll need lots of that.

Too Legit to Sleep

judithyeoh@gmail.com (judith) — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 22:55:00 +0000

It's a little too early to sleep now at 7am. I was quite pleased at 1am when I was sleepy enough to be in bed as it was considerably early but the slumber ended quickly an hour after. I thought I would be sleepy after food so I just had a bowl of har mee as my messed up breakfast-supper thing but I'm still hungry and awake. Lying still and counting farm animals are things of the past and I have now turned to blogging, hoping for some odd reason I'd fall asleep sitting, midway.

The jetlag excuse for not being able to function normally like everyone else is too true. France was alright in a nutshell - most of the time afraid of how much money the company would lose if the trip is generally unfruitful for the 13 days my colleague and I were there to meet busy people we hope would like our stuff, which we lugged around everywhere we went in Heavy overstuffed bags. But it was good to be able to newly experience the weather and landscapes of Southern France after the bustling Paris. Although it was mostly cold in Cannes where we stayed, the sun was always there to greet our faces during the day. The pretty sea and beaches made me think of poetic things, acoustic guitars and why Europeans would want to come to Malaysia for our beaches when the South of France would be even more enthralling in summer. And then I remembered that WE have the cute monkeys, jellyfish, the nasi lemak and cendol, the right heat and humidity all year round and the Malaysia Boleh spirit that overwrites all other competitors. There's no place like home, and no place like.. Penang heheheheh.

And then being able to go to London was probably the highlight of the trip even though we were there last year to meet similar contacts. Honestly, we were ready to go home by the 2nd day of the trip and religiously made a daily countdown to departure. But we each looked forward to London. We both rejoiced now that the foreign language part was coming to an end and we would be able to know simple things - like how much credit we have left in our French prepaid mobile line without having to stick the phone into someone's ear to TRY translate back to English what the robot lady is saying about the balance; the voicemail retrieval part was much worse. Also being able to understand what Spongebob is saying on tv and watch all other programs in familiar English (the whole time we were in Paris, SkyNews was the only English channel available and it was all about Prince Harry's service in Afghanistan, not as much even on the Jersey abuse case or anything else for that matter). Not forgetting knowing that I'd be able to meet Simon in London made time in France more bearable and made liking England a little less complicated.

Here are just 3 pictures of the South of France. I lazy to put any more today.

A church in Monte Carlo at night - we made a half day trip.
There were indeed many crazy looking sports cars around.

On the way to St Tropez from Cannes by train and bus.

Almost sundown at St Tropez.

It's 8am. My hair is getting oilier by the minute as it does when I do not sleep.

I'm trying to make sense of faith and faith levels, knowing full well that I lack faith and also hoping that I can have faith in others the same way it should happen with my Father and I. It's true that how we feel about ourselves and others, how much faith we have in ourselves and how much faith we want to have in others are reflections of how much faith we have in Jesus, the one who initiates and perfects our very faith. The breaking down of, the denying of self, the coming face to face with - all so honestly scary, but only because it is needed to make new wholesome sense of everything around me, seen and unseen.

I think I've stopped being a 170cm tall beacon for some time, aware that I am unworthy to exhort those around me if anything because of my conscious faults. But sitting in Indifference or silence does not work and definitely not for this long though it does make me pray harder for others. There's always space in everyone to be more humble especially in personal struggles - it's as 'easy' as coming to terms with our faults and then helping others with these out in the open in Love, leaving good space for necessary scars and nightmares to happen along the road of recovery. Starts from me.

I hope you're alright wherever you are,
just remember you aren't quite alone alone.

I am really relieved and grateful to have been passed a car from Uncle Soo Inn - his trusty AD Resort stationwagon. Thank God. And also many thanks to Raj and my housemates who helped out in the process of. Hurrah! Lots of space for snares, toms and everybodies. At the mention of the latter, I am immediately thinking of the movie Little Miss Sunshine and their grandfather at the back of the van.

I miss eating steak and fries with the awesomest type of mustard, French mustard ohemgeeee! I had steak for several meals in France because it is actually budget and of course, filling with some good dessert eheheh.
I am just still so hungry and very awake. Helptchme :(

First Post of the Yir

judithyeoh@gmail.com (judith) — Mon, 11 Feb 2008 15:35:00 +0000

The ultra low updating activity happening in my blog just goes to show how motivated I am about the new year. It's not even a 'new' year anymore - it's post Chinese New Year, 2008. And those who celebrate this excessive season might agree that all the hype of starting a new year, ends when everyone has had their stomachs filled with dinners and their pockets emptied/filled with moolah. Actually I am pretty motivated about the year, but obviously it's not the same with this blog. I think I just have to type at better times of the day instead of before bedtime and also remind myself that it's my blog, and the need to make every sentence appealing to everyone shouldn't take 3 hours especially when I decide to lose sleep in order to save 'face'. Everyone could use more sleep and less time on the pc; most would agree by looking at my face that I need more sleep the most :/

I'm thinking of what to type and right now, I'm thinking this shouldn't be too difficult.....

*cricket*

Mm, I'll just start with some things I know.

Okay, advert - I'm sorta looking for a car to own/drive so if you, or anyone you know wants to sell their handsome cars (handsome = any car that comes with a roof and have doors that house windows that work), please text me. Or if you'd loan it instead of selling, that would be even more awesome :) Thanks.

I've been having pretty hectic months at work but it's great now that Sofira's new Spring/Summer '08 collection has been produced, well at least a bulk of it has been. More than anything, it's a big relief to see the actual blouses, dresses and whatnots being hung up in the shop and worn (not by customers, but by my colleagues trying them out in the office, heh), but of course it counts that they all are looking good so far. Also, it's been great having Hueysers (Quah Sian Huey) at work - some people may think having a housemate who's in the same cellgroup, as a fellow colleague might be overkill but I think not at all. And she seems to be adjusting well into the chaos of the office, so it's all good. She actually joined the company at least a good month before Christmas '07, so this is how horrible I've been with updating this thing.

Coming back to this year, it was wonderful being with family again and during a festivity. But I'm hoping I don't only get to see them during festivities when we're all dressed up and have dinner appointments with random people. I shall post a few pictures up of the family, Snoopy and home. Probably by next year.

Life in general is good. With its ups, downs and sometimes lower downs, things really could get much Worse in the 'worse case scenario' department but then again, Bad is bad enough and it's not like I'm particularly praying for them to happen. But I'm reminded that there are more things to be thankful for now than to be crippled by.

I thank you God for Your heart for mine. I can feel You; I felt You when You looked into my heart, that first time I was bold enough and ready by Your grace to let You investigate the depths of my heart. You truly are my Abba Father. I jump with glee at the truth of that.

Perhaps I've remembered how to articulate my thoughts again through the regurgitation of certain memories made possible by typing this post, but I'm hoping this isn't the first and last for the month because.. I'm excited to post pictures of my dog and family...

Okay, it's time to sleep because it's 1.30am and there's work tomorrow.

Have a good day. Do the hustle! tittoottittoottittittoottit!

When You Put Me On

judithyeoh@gmail.com (judith) — Tue, 20 Nov 2007 04:42:00 +0000

I'm not your savior,
nor am I the best thing that makes it all okay.
You reach for me and make me your desire,
but these dark places in your soul remain.
I may have the ability to remind you of hope and give you reason to believe,
but redemption does not start here.
With the exchanging of your heart with mine,
I will still bring you disappointment and fray around the edges when you don't want me to.
But it is when I do, that you might (or might not) remember to look inward and upward to the Everlasting, the never changing;
cross my fingers that you will.
Even if I should put a smile on your face,
even if I may actually be the best fix for you now.

On chocolates,
music,
clothes,
shoes,
beloveds,
friends,
work,
books,
shopping,
soothers,
and etc.

Losing

judithyeoh@gmail.com (judith) — Thu, 18 Oct 2007 06:51:00 +0000

It must be so hard for the family members of those missing from the Mersing ferry tragedy.
I can't imagine how it'd be if I had a loved one lost at sea, calling out his name from a helpless tiny boat, angry that those who can hear me best are those who need no float, beyond discouraged that the waters have to be so endless, knowing that every second counts and Life even more precious (I also read today the search & rescue team was some 3 hours late and the family members had to wait for them to begin. They found the victim's floating body later that day). At times like these, it's best knowing that God would be the one who throws in the float for you.

Think Nucleus

judithyeoh@gmail.com (judith) — Fri, 28 Sep 2007 02:41:00 +0000

The feeling of being misled is quite crumbling. I lend my heart and mind, strength and more strength toward something I knew needed all of that because it was required of me and made known that it was,
and then I come to know that No, you shouldn't really be going that direction, maybe you should try something else? Like being told to build an apartment from scratch but then the bomb is dropped and your apartment should've been a house instead. Rip hair off head and scream like an ape-like lunatic.

But more often than not, the nucleus of things isn't the verb 'misleading', it could be more of the case of the person being uncertain to begin with at the moment of crucial decision making, but making decisions anyway for the sake of having to make them before it's too late.

Maybe he/she needed something else all along but couldn't quite nail it. The best thing to do then would not be to be labeled as Misled or a victim of it which makes the other person automatically Unkind & Inconsiderate,
but to know that bottomline, you know what counts now and what is truthfully desired of the person and what you ought to do now.

Yes. But it also can be the suckssssss :(

On another note, it's quite exciting sometimes traveling daily along Jalan Ampang for you can spot maybe once in three weeks, riot policemen waiting to assemble into a strategic formation in front of embassies (mostly for the country of China only, hmm) to protect the building and the people inside of protesters carrying harmless placards and intimidating them with their hand movements and unified shouts of discontent.

I'm typing at work, and it's been an hour since I got in and I haven't opened up my work files to pour over them yet because.. yes.

Before I go off for lunch, heheee..

When I was in the bus this morning from the train station to the office (it takes less than 5 minutes on average), i took out RM1 to pay the conductress my 90cent busfare. I told her where I was going and she tore out the RM 1 ticket stub for me. 'Oiii, daylight robberyyy!' resounded in my head the second she put the stub in my palm and turned her back on me. 'Bukan 90sen kah?' She heard, then she took back my green ticket and replaced it with the usual yellow for 90, and gave me back my literally small change. I scrunched up my mouth at this and thought about what happened (that has happened before). I wish she and the other conductors (and troublemaking bribing cops, overcharging cab drivers and cheating icecream men) wouldn't do that. But essentially today, she gave me back my change and I did end up paying all I needed to pay for although it took a detour in between. Get over it, you've got your money back (I'm aware that 10 cents is almost zero when it comes to monetary value but right now, the numerical value isn't of the essence).

It made me think about times when dwelling on the in-betweens of things and the negativity surrounding it, contort simple Bottomlines into unrecognizable changed shapes. And from then on it's got little to do with humility and acceptance, and all to do with Self, sucky feelings and sidelines. I am still learning to be slower in scrutinizing sidelines. Essentially, there should be more than ourselves to think about and bigger pictures and if it is to remind others that there are better ways around things, it is always wonderful when done with patience, love and much kindness.

She could've casually ignored me or throw me something like 'Ah, sorry moi... Dah koyakkan tiket tak boleh buat skali lagilah' but she did choose to start again. Alrighttt!!

I'll just go for the lunch now. The best Cantonese Fried in the area.

Funny, No Funny

judithyeoh@gmail.com (judith) — Fri, 14 Sep 2007 08:30:00 +0000

Booyah!

Flesh & Blood

judithyeoh@gmail.com (judith) — Mon, 20 Aug 2007 06:14:00 +0000

What do I ask for, where do I start?
How do I ask and for how long?
Has the time come; will it pass?

I don't know what to think,
what are Your thoughts?
Please say, she's got a lot on her mind.
What do I say? Speak to her.

What are You doing?

Blimey

judithyeoh@gmail.com (judith) — Tue, 14 Aug 2007 19:04:00 +0000

As I try to ignore the time display on my monitor that tells me I should go to bed, I am again reminded that many of life lessons learned throughout my 22 years were learned the hard way. It took me 2 million accurate blows right to my mouth before I learned (when they didn't come flying anymore), that being disrespectful to your parents was just not the way to go, no matter how right you are. After I 'grew' out of physical discipline at home as the years went by, there was and is just no denying that my tongue needed all that control for what was more putrid than a defensive child when being confronted was the underlying Attitude of a haughty and stubborn me.

I think it took me my entire college life in the 'faster paced' KL and all my experiences through the years (quite good ones but mostly bad), to make me realize how far I can be from Home. Away from my physical home, to which being 'independent' from made me see how attached or detached I can get from my family members and the principles I was brought up with; not forgetting the other Home, the dwelling place of God and godliness in my heart and mind. The seasons of plowing through college till this very moment has made me realize a lot of things I never knew about myself, felt about God or the Church and Christianity.

Although He indeed opened doors and so evidently pulled me through every single inch of thread sewn, I'm reminded that my 'relocating' from the island nest to be here right now was not because I frowned and asked Him hard enough (I honestly did) to grant me the spiritual-heavenly Stamp of Approval on my desire to study design. More obviously now, it was so that I may be here right now with the daily happenings and chosen people in my life, realizing that He is most importantly the head of the Home I can be so estranged from at times and that my life is really not my own. Looking back now, if He wasn't the one to plant that mysteriously late interest for doodling apparel design back in Form 5, I don't know how else I would've ended up praying that hard for something I was that unfamiliar with and then being put here to pursue that interest.

It's humbling picturing again how every contour was made by Him - every tiny angle, every swooping bend and each timely detour so that He may reach into the depths of me and pull me out of Attitude, to show me His plans when I have enough confidence to gaze right into His face; then will my tongue speak freely of His glorious beauty and grace that I have seen and felt for myself.

Every phase in my life has been and is in preparation for something that will eventually be revealed in time but is constantly in-the-making. I feel like going back to the countless times I was as stubborn as an ass that is the animal so I could kick myself squarely there for learning things the hard way and being such a pain. But I guess if it weren't for difficult lessons, I would've been even further from Home and not forgetting the very crucial part of returning to it now.

Egg Yolk is Good for You

judithyeoh@gmail.com (judith) — Mon, 06 Aug 2007 17:10:00 +0000

Hello, it's me.
I have trouble looking you in the eye.
There's much to talk about, only thing I won't say much about what matters most
because there's too much to begin with;
maybe it's about time to get dirty to come clean.
I have trouble thinking of ways to start something good again, but I know that's when you come in.
I'm nervous.

Egg yolk can be and is actually good for you. But too much of it like everything else, becomes something that is not necessarily the best thing for your wellbeing sometimes. Spiritual food by far is the most nutritious and guilt free all year round, even when you have lots of it before bedtime and too much of it over lunch. And even then you won't have to skip your next meal unless maybe you decide to fast.

I'm hungryyy.

Tedium

judithyeoh@gmail.com (judith) — Sun, 08 Jul 2007 17:04:00 +0000

That little girl in Cambodia with her friend, the plant.

She was the prettiest of them all. Please click on the picture so you can see better.

And here is her brother in a baby elephant shirt.

This is the fifth time I've typed something and erased it. No, the fourth because I didn't end up erasing this one.

I've lost a lot of enthusiasm about things I used to be more giddy about and it's seeping into the spiritual. There is no drive, there's clumsiness, there's disbelief, there is no wholeness. Like how I'm dull to my hobbies, to neatness, to be inquisitive, to care a lot more about details and other things I have withdrawn from participating in. I may have lost them in the pursuit of finding my footing, ironically. I wonder how far away I am from having them back and when it was when I started giving them away.

There's a long way to go, I hope there's still time for me.

Okay C'mon Jude

judithyeoh@gmail.com (judith) — Mon, 02 Jul 2007 18:10:00 +0000

A little less thoughts of knowledge, a little more action please.

MMAAN

judithyeoh@gmail.com (judith) — Mon, 18 Jun 2007 16:16:00 +0000

I think I've found a new source of inspiration to immerse myself in when I know I'm doodling around aimlessly at work. Tonight is Modern Mosaic Art Appreciation Night.

This was the first mosaic artpiece I stumbled upon awhile ago and it was highly calming to look at and at the same time attractive.

Tonight I also discovered I lost my LRT travel card for the month of June (nyahah! I typed 'John' first instead of 'June'). That cost me RM 90 :(

.. I also accidentally kicked my trusty bowl and broke it into two :( It served me well throughout my college life here and housed countless food and cereal servings with much perseverance (although it was just a humble free gift from a purchased tube of Colgate toothpaste). I think the next time I'm tired and off focus, I should resort to using only melamine ware.. I can hear an Amen from my housemates.

.. And I've been haunted by the lyrics of that infamous song that goes "Baby, sometimes... love just ain't enough".

I'm going to take a nap now and wake up at 2am - been looking forward to this the whole day.

Superman

judithyeoh@gmail.com (judith) — Fri, 15 Jun 2007 17:03:00 +0000

One day a hand went walking,
went walking,
went walking.
One day a hand went walking,
to see what it could see..

My dad used to sing that to me when I was a small fry while making the motion of walking feet with his fingers, take a 'walk' to my foot and pick on my toes. The song continues to "It saw a little ______, a ______, a ______..." in the same tune, but I fail to remember the words. All I remember is the tune of it, words to the first verse, his comical face whenever he sings it and how it would make me go 'Noooo' and protect my toes from him (also a few times when I was already in the light blue pinafore). Oh man. I miss my dad :( I miss my facherrrrr!!

Happy Father's Day to my dad, all the dads in the world, and fathers to be.

Daddy cool.

*Peace*