Archive for January, 2008
road not taken
and the narrow road continues on
leading to where?
i’m not so certain anymore
promises. let downs.
part and parcel of the winding journey
the disappointments are overwhelming
the reasons are heartbreaking
i need strength
the wait is demotivating
but Your word encourages…
no time to listen?
i had an appointment at damansara jaya couple of days ago for an interview. i was accompanied by my helper and we took a taxi there. as i didn’t have small change and it so happened that the taxi didn’t have enough money to return me back my balance, i had to ask around the nearby shops to change my rm50 note.
thinking that it wouldn’t be that difficult since there was quite a number of shops nearby, i proceeded to what i assume would be the best and nearest option, a restaurant. not only did they refused to change my money, they wouldn’t even talk nor listen. before i could even finished my sentence, i was told to leave.
i left, of course.
headed to the next shop. similar treatment. the guy signalled with his hand to ask me leave. he didn’t even bother looking at the rm50 note i was trying to show him.
next, three gentleman, probably in their 30-40s walked by. i stopped them to ask. one said he had no money to donate. but i wasn’t even asking for donation? i think they assumed i was a beggar or out asking for donation…
since i was getting desperate, i deliberately stood in their way showing them that the note in my hand while indicating that i just wanted small change to pay my taxi fare. next thing i know, this other person took out a fifty-cent coin and told me to go pay parking with it.
i tried explaining that i didn’t need to pay parking but i wanted to pay my taxi fare. he kept saying the fifty-cent is enough to pay parking. then turn around and walked away.
i saw another gentleman approaching. he was in his mid-50’s, i think. instead of shunning me off, he paused to listen. thank God he had small change too.
had i dress shabbily or looked terrible, then maybe it’s understandable to shun me off. but i wasn’t. and it wouldn’t kill to at least allow a person to finish his or her sentence. it’s simple respect.
the uncle, who was much older than all the rest of them, was kind enough to ask if i needed anything else. he even offered to help carry my walker when he saw that i was about to walk up the stairs. all the others could simply do was just look.
if only there was more people like him…
snapshots of ‘the tailor made man’
backstage pictures
post event pictures
christmas lunch at charlene’s place
the peak: jazz princess
date: november 2007
published in: the peak magazine
:: click to enlarge pictures ::
click here to view article in pdf format: sophie milman – pdf
this reminds me that i still haven’t get the pictures of milman’s jazz performance at CoChine in plaza mont kiara.
hints.
good old high-school days
it’s good to know that i’m fondly remembered. even after many years have gone by. even when i’ve lost touched with most of you. some of you actually took the trouble to search me out. you left a smile on my face together with a filled tummy.
it’s even better to know i’ve made an impact somehow in some way, without me knowing it. my heart feels blessed.
catching up was good. some news were expected, some came as a surprise. i wonder how much things will change when we meet the next time? whatever the challenges maybe, i wish you all success.
there was much fear in the beginning. but i thank God our path crossed. if i had a chance to relive one moment of my life, i would choose those fun moments back in year 2000. minus the homework, of course.
i can’t thank each and everyone of you enough. you were more than just good friends. you became my family.
i was looking back at some of our pictures. boy, i miss those times. but mostly, i miss you all…
the peak: linkages
date: november 2007
published in: the peak magazine
:: click to enlarge pictures ::
to view the article in pdf format, click here: yeoh kean thai – pdf
remember my previous entry of how i ended up with drawings on my bandaged hand after the interview. well, here is the man himself. very down-to-earth and a pleasant person to talk to.
i also received an email from datin shalini, owner of the private gallery some time back. here’s what she wrote:
Dear Cheryl:
I have just read the article on Yeoh Kean Thai in this month’s Peak. Thank you very much. It is well written and informative. (Only one typo – 1990s instead of 1900’s – when he first began on the environmental themes!).
Have a wonderful Deepavali.
All the best.
erm… oppsie!
errors like this shouldn’t happen. might be just a slight typo, but it still changes the information altogether. 1900s and 1990s have many years in between.
my bad.
note to self: be more thorough in checking the next time.
