I got my eyes glued to...

Meet The Natives!

This is an entertaining yet culturally-informative TV programme by National Geographic. It tells the journey and thoughts of 5 natives from the Tanna island, South Pacific, who visited big cities of USA and UK.

Now bear in mind, these natives are really NATIVES. Buck naked, jungled diet and simple lifestyle. To embark on this amazing feat, they had to dress like the city folks, travel like the city folks and eat/do everything new+strange like the city folks.

So why would they ever want to leave their peaceful land? Well, they wish to reunite with "Tom Navy" - a WW2 soldier who lived with them decades ago and had spread news of peace from America. Hence this time around, these 5 natives will be the peace ambassadors, and spread peace to the many different people they meet during this trip. Plus, one of them spoke English since school, so it wasn't hard for them to communicate :)

This show just started in Malaysia (Sundays 23:00), and their first city was Montana where they met cowboys and lived on a cow ranch. This second episode, they were in NYC and lived in Soho apartment! The previews showed alot of funny antics and surprises of the everyday things that they came across. Really cute! Do catch it if you come across!

Vomit blood

Argh. I cannot stand documentation. It pains.

SIGH. Terribly sad.

Stranger that grabbed my arm...

Today's lunch, 4 of us dashed across a busy intersection to dine on some yummy Indian food. On the way back, the others managed to cross this intersection quickly, but somehow I took time to glance both right/left for traffic.

Then I heard an old woman behind me asking, "Dik, ada lintas jalan?" to a passing girl, who shook her head. I stood awhile, returned the old lady's glance and said, "Saya ada. Nak ikut?" She gave a big smile, came nearer and grabbed my right arm. We then really took our time crossing the street and she kept saying, "Takut...takut...nanti...". Finally, we reached the opposite side of the road and reunited with my colleagues.

The makcik gave my arm a squeeze and said, "Terima kasih. Mudah berkat...". All I could say was thanks, blushed and wished her well.

Hmm, it's nice to help people once a while...kinda remind me that a lil' gesture goes a long way for others :)

Not being...

...bitter.

remorsed.

Focus is really a balancing act - knowing the bigger picture, observing the finer details...Sigh...Gotta just stay and act right before Him, 'coz that counts end of the day.

One month has passed...

That slow? I feel like it is forever. My mornings are my favourites, then dread the end of days....can I please go home earlier??!

How different my life is right now! Gone were the days wear I donned jeans and different shoe patterns. Gone were the days where I leave for lunch at a fixed time. Gone were the days I reached home by 6pm, prepared my dinner and watched Oprah. Gone were the days I read fictions and blogged often.

Oh well. Gotta suck it up and do what's expected of me. SIGH.

Wonderful verse of the day

“Listen to advice and accept instruction, and in the end you will be wise. Many are the plans in a man's heart, but it is the LORD's purpose that prevails.” (Proverbs 19:20-21)

It's not easy...

I had the best chance of remaining in a comfortable and well-travelled position and continue to meet with some of the friendliest, smartest people around.

Yet I choose to move. Why?

Because of job satisfaction. I lost my passion of moving about in the same cities, delivering the same deliverables and facing the same old problems over and over again.

No challenge. No difference.

So I changed my direction.

And I had my foundation rocked. Hard. I came across the most difficult period of my life - whether I shall balk and turn back, or face my fears and start afresh. The craziest thing was doubt, and I actually felt my palms sweat and my heartbeat accelerated.

But I believe that God made me calm. He sent the best support group ever - my sweetheart, family and friends. He sent new and helpful people in my life. All of them believed in me. But it is me who cannot believe in myself. Everything looks foreign. Greek, literally.

But I will persevere. And lose no hope. If I fall, I will get up and brush away the bad. I will need to change my mindset to the broader perspective.

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I lift up my eyes to the hills-

Where does my help come from?

My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.

He will not let your foot slip -

He who watches over you will not slumber;

Indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.

The LORD watches over you

The LORD is your shade at your right hand;

The sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night.

The LORD will keep you from all harm -

He will watch over your life;

The LORD will watch over your coming and going

Both now and forevermore.

Psalm 121

My past and present collide...

No wonder the oldies knew of my past's industry-specific role....hmm. Interesting.

KL roads got the better of me...

Argh. I admit in defeat - the KL roads are superduper difficult and I can't seem to master the freakin' routes...no thanks to the crappy roadsigns, inconsiderate drivers and ill-planned urban grounds! I really need a gps system. A really updated map too.

Argh. You know what! I'll just settle with the LRT train even it's an uncomfortable, crampy ride.....bugger. I need a sweeter lifestyle >:(

Price of beauty

Five minutes seating with an artist and I got a new polished face. Concealer, powder, silicone base, brushes...*eeks* half a thousand ringgit gone.

Oh well, money earned money spent. At least the 20% discount was a comfort :D