6/30/2005 10:53:00 AM|W|P|mistyeiz|W|P|
Was just reading my cousin, Adele's blog today and she posted a VERY good one a few minutes ago. I'm not going to spoil it by telling you about this particular post (you'll just HAVE to click on it to find out Big Smile) but the one thing I can say after going through it is that as perfectly form as I was when I was born, I am ashamed of myself today, because I didnt put in enough effort and persistance when I had my heart on learning how to play the guitar.
Like hangat-hangat tahi ayam, my interest died out as soon as my skinny finger tips began to hurt from all (yea right!) that strumming. I havent even passed playing the song 'Druken Sailor' yet! Sheessshhh.....but I used to be able to play 'Twinkle twinkle little stars' la. *grin* Notice the KEYWORD, 'used to'? Now my poor Yamaha C-something, is lying behind my study room door, collecting dust till Ted comes to visit in October again and plays it. Did I ever tell you my Teddy serenades me? Love Song Yes, he does!!! Gosh...miss that a lot. O well....patience is a virtue.
Coming back to Tony Melendez, he is truly amazing and indeed an inspiration. Hopefully, I can get that guitar practising going again, right after I finish my half completed cross-stitch of the Sacred Heart of Jesus, half completed croquet of a table clothe, half completed knitting of my tank top and .......o, the list goes on. Sigh.
|W|P|112010362547529026|W|P|Perfectly formed but ......|W|P|6/30/2005 04:58:00 PM|W|P|Blogger Jordan F. MacVay|W|P|I've been meaning to learn how to play guitar for years now....I've got to do it one of these days!7/01/2005 08:08:00 AM|W|P|Blogger mistyeiz|W|P|:) you and me, my friend...you and me.7/01/2005 11:33:00 AM|W|P|Blogger mumsgather|W|P|yvylyn, used to take guitar lessons a while back together with my sister at Mahogony. Way..way.. back. Like you, all forgotten now but your post sure brought back nice memories.7/01/2005 12:06:00 PM|W|P|Blogger mistyeiz|W|P|most welcome mumsgather. ;) the only thing i remembered abt the guitar lessons was how much my left pinky would hurt coz its THE skinniest of my fingers n the more pressure i put on it, the more it gets stiff n sticks out! haiyoo.....*slaps forehead* things just get from bad to WORST! downhill all the way after that...10/20/2005 04:31:00 AM|W|P|Blogger giresse|W|P|Nice site loads of info feel free to check out my site..

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Was about to leave office when I read Ling Wei's blog on freaky brats. Guess I'm not th only who think that kids these days are TOO pampered and sad to say....maybe even being ignored. I posted (well, it was two posts, part 1 and part 2) these 2 particular points of view some time ago in a Yahoo Group thingy. And although it was purely mine, this guy qwerty (another member of that group) got all defensive!!! Seemed to be that he had his undies in a bunch up his bum for him to be jumping sky high like that. Sadly, I am unable to link his comments, otherwise you would all have had a good laugh. Sigh....wasted only. I have also since left the group because my ORIGINAL work was not appreciatd by the moderator. I was accused (at least that's how she made me feel when she questioned my opinion) of plagiarism! What the hell would I wanna do that for when I have a creative mind to explore and share? Creative ppl do not need cut & paste articles. Stupid woman...and to think that SHE invited me back to join her group. Siow!!
Humph....enough ranting for the day. Dont want to have nightmares tonight. *Breath in......breath out.....breath in....breath out....* :)
|W|P|112003822055812094|W|P|Damn kids these days...|W|P|6/30/2005 11:22:00 AM|W|P|Anonymous Balajoe|W|P|Sad to say this...

It is just too bad that some parents act "bodoh-bodoh" when their kids are fooling around.

My son so far is not acting as such, maybe because he is just 1 year old but me and my wife agreed on one thing, no pampering for our kids6/30/2005 11:57:00 AM|W|P|Blogger mistyeiz|W|P|*claps* good to hear that.

i really CANNOT tahan when parents dont correct their child when they make a mistake. (i dont mean rotan la....at least tegur them) how will the child know if its right or wrong if u dont tell them, right? i dont need to b a parent to know this. i've had enough exposure all around me over the years to know what to do when my time comes.

i personally think that rotans are not bad when you know HOW to use and WHEN to use it.6/29/2005 11:55:00 AM|W|P|mistyeiz|W|P|
O M G, I cannot take this anymore....I have to get it out of my system!!!!! I MUST!!! I MUST!!!
Have you received 'fwd' emails which consists about 3/4 of previous addresses of total strangers, then spend abt 1 minute scrolling down to where you THINK the body of the message is, finally you find it RIGHT at the bottom of the pile of addresses and it turns out to be a 'friendship' mail. It starts off nice and touching and suddenly ends with a 'If you dont forward this to 6 people in 60 minutes, you will have bad luck for the next 6 years' or some crap like that. Hell, I used to believe in crap like that and faithfully sent out these mails until I realise one day that I could send it to a million people in a day and I would still be plagued with bad luck just because of all cursing I'd be getting from all the strangers who would be getting my mail the following minutes! (Slaps forehead)
But the thing is...I really dont mind the 'curse' at the end of such mails coz nowadays I just ignore it. Bad luck pun, bad luck la, I can mandi air bunga what, I'm pretty sure that ought to 'cleanse' me right? ;) What really pisses me off is that some people dont bother to REMOVE all those strange email addresses which come to them before sending it out. I find it SO annoying and irritating!!! Its like some super pyramid system thingy. 1 person sends the email out to 10 people. Then each of these 10 people will most likely send it out to everyone in their company, say some 30 people. And each of these 30 will continue to send it within the company. (God knows how many times that has happened to me, I'd be getting the SAME email for about like 6 times in a day from the same people on THAT list. Dah lah the names are all there for you to see and YET, some dungus can still send it over and over again la....THAT, I really dont understand. If you're in the 'BCC' list, then its understandable but you're in the 'TO' list!!! HELLLlllloooooo...!!!) *Slaps forehead AGAIN*
And when that happens to each employee, by the time it actually reaches MY inbox (not necessarily the same day), not only would I have gotten the same email from like 6 - 10 different people, each email copy would consists of about 100 or MORE email address on it, stated clearly there for me to see (like I bother). Then you have some nitwits who would attach a personal message as well (What the hell were you thinking???? You're sending it out to like some 15 people and you are leaving a personal message to ONE person??? Stupid or what???) . And the best part is, the original sender would be ME .(Dont worry, I ALWAYS make use of the 'BCC' option.) Sigh......*shakes head* What to do?
Aiyoooo......people, there's a VERY simple solution to this. Let me tell you. If you MUST send out such emails (Assuming you've already sent it out once before....then pls dont bother to send it out again to the same people la), PLEASE make full use of the BCC option. At least even if I received like 10 similar emails, I would have the option to just check one SHORT message out and delete the rest. After all, I'm pretty sure no one would spend a wee bit more time on changing the subject title, right?
|W|P|112002008911050577|W|P|Lord...pls rid me of these forwarded EMAILS!!!!!!!!|W|P|6/29/2005 08:41:00 AM|W|P|mistyeiz|W|P|
What is this world coming to???? Is the end nearing? So fast???? Nooooooooooo!!!!
I mean, its not like as if we lack hell drivers, road bullies and nitwit drivers. Now we have to deal with pyschos driving around???? How is that comforting in any way?? And how is tightening security gonna help stop a car heading for you at full speed?? *Slaps forehead* Even in school, kids are still at risks, then where can you consider to be your safe haven??
And then we have the unrepentant criminal who went on a raping spree just a month after his release from prison for robbery......I mean, duh??? Why, miss prison too much is it? Can wait to get back in there again is it? HHmmm.....wonder what kinda prison food he missed that he cant wait to get his butt in there again. Talk about contributing to society!!!! Sigh.
Are there really that many nutcases out there who are on the loose and amongst us? I bet there are (I know a few but they wouldnt even hurt a fly) but how do we identify the pshycotic ones? Wouldn't it be too late to rectify the problem after the crime has been committed? And what happens when he/she pleads insanity and then what??? They get a few years in prison AND THEN, released to terrorise the society again?? Ayaiyai....the circle continues. What a scary thought....want to go jogging in Mengkuang Dam also gives me the shivers. And that scary thought is the only reason why I go in groups and I make sure that there is still light when I do go. I haven't taken the nature trail before, scared lor..... ;((
|W|P|112000945070526589|W|P|AARRrrrrgggghhhh!!! What is this world coming to????|W|P|6/29/2005 10:15:00 AM|W|P|Anonymous Balajoe|W|P|It hurts to know that there are some lose heads out there calling themselves humans6/29/2005 11:18:00 AM|W|P|Blogger mistyeiz|W|P|tell me abt it...sigh.6/29/2005 08:16:00 PM|W|P|Blogger Shanker|W|P|haha... there's too many idiots on the road la. and rapists/sex offenders shud be castrated so they wont be able to get it "up" anymore. they dun deserve to be called humans!!6/30/2005 11:58:00 AM|W|P|Blogger mistyeiz|W|P|hehehe....THAT and maybe let them have a taste of their own medicine. hehehehe *grin* baru tauuu....6/28/2005 03:56:00 PM|W|P|mistyeiz|W|P|
I love to dream about all sorts of stuff. I remember my parish priest, Fr. Bernard Paul once mentioned in his sermon that people without dreams have dead minds (or something to that effect). Aren't I glad that I have loads of dreams - if fact, maybe too many !! I guess its only when you have dreams can you start to pursue them and make them come true.
I just love thinking how wonderfully soul satisfying it would be to own a large piece of land which has a river running through it and breaks out into a nice big lake. And then, you have a beautiful view of the mountains on one side and a huge green forest at the egde of that piece of land. It would be the kind of forest you'd get when you read Enid Blyton's fairytale storybooks. I used to read loads of those when I was growing up especially the 'The Enchanted Forest' series and 'The Famous Five' series. They have always kept me occupied. Aahhh....gone are those innocent and happy days.
Coming back to MY piece of land....I've always imagine also owning an animal sanctuary (no, not a zoo). The sanctuary would be divided in to several section. One section would be for all the retired animals where they can come and spend the rest of their days in peace, especially those race horses. At the same time, I would also allow kiddies to come in and have their rides on these horses, especially kids with disabilities as animal interactions really can do wonders for them. Another section will be a shelter like place for injured animals. I'd have volunteer vets come in to check up on them and make sure things good. That way, people can freely bring in any injured animals they find on the road or wherever and can rest assure that the animal is given a fighting chance of survival. There will also be a place for the animals to recuperate.
I could go on and on and on about what I'd like my sanctuary to look like. So I'd better stop here. For now, this image is in my mind, who knows one day....it may just come true! Now, all I need is a shooting stars to fly by tonight. :) Or better yet, must remember to buy numbers on Wednesday. :))
|W|P|111995027975435924|W|P|Why doncha make my dreams come true?|W|P|6/28/2005 06:55:00 PM|W|P|Blogger devilwitattitude|W|P|i always encouraged people to dream, for dreams is often what u like, and u can work towards making ur dream come true, but lately, i have been having nightmares.. I dont have the guts to dream anymore....6/28/2005 08:03:00 PM|W|P|Blogger Shanker|W|P|i dun seem to dream abt nice things. alwiz dreams worthless dreams doin nth. waste my time and in the end i wake up still feeling so sleepy.

well keep on dreaming. the above person's comments are right as u can work towards making it come true.6/28/2005 08:52:00 PM|W|P|Blogger Amara|W|P|Hmmm, seems like great minds think alike. I just wrote a quick blog regarding creating the 'love' or the 'state of mind' you would like to be in. Talk about serendipity, ma!6/29/2005 08:10:00 AM|W|P|Blogger mistyeiz|W|P|well said, ma..... ooooo, new blog page, i'll right witcha!! ;)6/29/2005 08:22:00 AM|W|P|Blogger mistyeiz|W|P|devilwitattitude : well, i was actually steering toward day dreaming but since u mentiond DREAMS, i know what u mean!! n the scarriest thing is, almost whatever i dream somehow comes true in real life. WAAAAAAA!!!!! really...!!! scary man....there are a FEW dreams i pray that dont come true la. ;((

shan : hahaha!!! well, i've had both good, bad n 'other' dreams...some dreams i WISHED i never woke up from!! lol....*cheeky grin*6/28/2005 12:11:00 PM|W|P|mistyeiz|W|P|
What is genocide? Seems like such a huge word to me. Insecticide, spermicide....does it have a connection? The one thing, I think these words have in common is the fact that its all about 'getting rid' of, killing, destructing. Whatever way you see it....I personally think it boils down to murder. To be more accurate, it is an attempt to destroy a national, ethnic, racial or religious group. International law defines the crime as comprising all or some of the following elements: killing, causing serious bodily or mental harm, deliberately inflicting conditions calculated to bring about a group's destruction, imposing measures to prevent births within a group and forcibly transferring children from the group. The concept applies in times of peace as well as war. It also includes conspiracy to commit genocide, public incitement to commit genocide and complicity in genocide. If committed in time of war, genocide is a war crime.
See....I have joined a poetry forum so that I can get my poems critiqued in order to improve my writing and so far, although I dont get MANY comments, some of them have been affirming and motivational. It gives me the strength and courage to continue to write more and who knows, one day you might even see my little book of poems on MPH book shelves. *Giggle* (Nothing is impossible and never say never, I remember some cartoon character saying that somewhere). Anyway, one of the member there, Jim Dunlap wrote a beauty poem about our earth's destruction and how we are the sole cause to our future extinction from the face of our one and ONLY earth. He later on invited me to sign his guest book on his website called 'Voice for Africa'. It's a really good site and I really felt that it was somewhat of an eye-opener for me, personally. But as the disclaimer warns, its a personal point of view and in no way is he right or we are wrong.
I'll leave it for you to check it out and decide.....isn't it about time people stopped to think what kind of reaction we will get with each action we take today? Dont matter when that reaction comes about....it will. It may happen today, tomorrow...10 years down the road, maybe even 20. Who knows? But isnt prevention always better than searching for the cure?
Point of No Return
By Jim Dunlap*
Palm and fern,
Slash and burn --
We seem to know
No other way.
We're destroying miles
Of rain forests,
Insanely, day by day.
' Our food crops,
Such as corn and wheat,
Are all from the same stock
' Yet Nature's shown
Hybrids are stronger --
But we can't turn back
The clock.
' We can't crossbreed
Our food crops, if
There are no wild
Breeds left.
But destroying them
Seems something
At which we're
Rather deft.
' If a new and virulent strain
Of crop disease arises,
And it's likely that one will,
How many of our food crops
ould it decimate
Or kill?
' We're smarter than the animals,
Or so we like to claim;
But birds don't foul their nests,
Or horses kill the lame.
' The human brain's a
Masterpiece --
In function, and design;
But we've reached the
Point of no return.
' Let's use it --
Before we cross that line.
*Author Note : This deals with only one aspect of man's insane destruction of the environment, and perhaps the final destruction of the human species.
|W|P|111993394767829846|W|P|How Does One Define Genocide?|W|P|6/27/2005 10:35:00 AM|W|P|mistyeiz|W|P|
Imagine this....2 people were involved in an automobile accident. One of them was you, and the other some stranger. Whoevers fault it was, is not your main concern now. Both of you are lying in the hospital's ICU ward, under special care. The only difference is.....you're alive and he is not - he is brain dead. But worst news lie ahead, you are far from safe. During the accident, one of your vital organs have been severely damaged and you need a tranplant. No organs could match your blood type BUT by some miracle, the 'deceased' is an organ donor and with his family's consent, you are given a new lease of life. He has given you the 'gift of life'. And he still lives on, but in you. That is the beauty of being an organ donor. ' I've always been facinated with what we as human can offer even after we are no longer in this world. How our bodies are able to give a second chance in life to someone who is on the verge of losing his, fighting to live this life - that short span of time here on earth. Isnt it a wonder (now I'm sounding like Boyzone pulak) how our healthy heart can enable a heart patient to see his future daughter in law, or how our corneas allow a father to see his yet unborn child, or how our bone marrow can allow a young lady to carry on living and pursue her dream as a linguistic teacher to special children? Isnt it such a miracle how much we can offer? ' Yet, many of us are still fail to see this precious opportunity, this precious gift and are hesitant to donate our organs which we will no longer need once we are dead. It could be due to various reasons and among them, the most noticeable reason or top reason given is : my religion doesnt allow it. Well, I did some research and thanks to Google (a darn powerful search engine , I tells ya!), I've found a couple of interesting articles on religion and what their religious leaders feel about organ donation. I dont have ALL the world's religion with me but I think the main religions in Malaysia is more than sufficient. I also have some other additional articles which you may find interesting :- ' Organ donation : Where your religion stands Islamic View on Organ Transplant FAQs on Organ Donation MMR, Be An Organ Donor ' I bet some of you dont really understand the concept of organ donations, right? Well, a friend of mine didnt and when I tried to get her to be one, she didnt want to because she was sceptical, afraid that the hospital would cut out her organs as and when they needed it. There is really no cause to be afraid once you've understood when an organ transplant will take place. We're not talking about donating your kidney's to your sister or brother because of kidney failure, thats a different scenario all together. This is about giving up your organs because your brain can no longer function - you are brain dead, and there's no way you're gonna wake up from being brain dead. Definitely no resurrection in that. And there is nothing that can 're-charge' your brains to make it function again. And not forgetting that you are being kept alive on a ventilator. No, it also does not mean that someone will 'pull the plug' and watch you die because technically, you are dead. The only thing that is keeping your organs working is the heart which will faithfully continue to pump blood to the other organs until it is time for the transplant. Organs of accident victims who have died are normally not taken because the heart has ceased to stop beating. Vital organs may not be taken BUT the corneas and a few other organs may be an option. ' Please also bear in mind that although you have pledged your organs and are officially an organ donor, please......PLEASE inform your family or immediate contacts because whatever the case, THEY will have the last say. Should you fail to inform them of your wishes, your organs cannot be removed by th hospital and that may cause someone to have lost his/her last chance of a new life. ' If after all this, you are STILL afraid, the least you can do is donate blood. :) I am proud to say I have my little red book which says 'National Blood Transfusion Service' and I've officially donated 2 pints of blood, 3 months ago and that was my first time. I'm looking forward to my next trip to the hospital to donate more blood at the end of this month. Funny enough, I get a certain high from it (makes me feel darn good knowing that I did SOME good in my life)!! Its all good, I tells ya. Initially, I was a chicken and I ran like the wind the first few times I registered myself. But mainly because (get ready to laught at this) rumour has it that I'd put on weight if I did. And truth be known, I am telling you - that's all CRAP! Dont ever listen to crap like that. ' Bottom line is, remember.....don't take your organs to heaven, God knows we need them here on earth. Here's a little something you should ponder upon for a few minutes, it could really change your perspective of organ donation :-
To Remember Me
By Robert N. Test
' The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital busy occupied with the living and the dying.
At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped. When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body
by the use of a machine.
And don't call this my deathbed.
Let it be called the Bed of Life,
and let my body be taken from it to help other lead fuller lives. Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise,
a baby's face or love in the eyes of a woman. Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain. Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of this car,
so that he might live to see his grandchildren play. Give my kidney to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week. Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body
and find a way to make a crippled child walk. Explore every corner of my brain, take my cells, if necessary,
and let them grow so that, some day,
a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat
and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her windows. Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow. If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses,
and all prejudice against my fellow man. Give my sins to the devil. Give my soul to the God. If, by chance, you wish to remember me,
do it with kind deed or word to someone who needs you. If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.
Edited to add another link : Gift of Life
|W|P|111985852673165580|W|P|Gift of Life - I've already joined, when will you?|W|P|6/27/2005 05:48:00 PM|W|P|Blogger Shanker|W|P|Good thing u've written about there. And i like the lines of Robert Nest. Well said.

I'm still chicken too to donate blood not cos fearing puttin on weight but just the sight of the needle poking into me. Got a phobia of that. Well gotta get the courage sumwhere. When will it be i don't know.

Good to hear ur helpin fellow beings. I praise you for that.6/28/2005 08:23:00 AM|W|P|Blogger mistyeiz|W|P|lol! dont worry, i was also once a chicken but the funny thing is that, i wasnt afraid of the tattoo needles!! dont ask me why, i still cannot find the answer. but thank goodness i've finally overcome my fear la. if u're really scared, take someone with u, then u wont b so frightenned. thats what i did anyway...i dragged my cousin along n lucky for me, she was game for it too la. it was a our first time too.

are u an organ donor?6/28/2005 11:25:00 AM|W|P|Anonymous Cuz Adele|W|P|hehehehe dragged? was i dragged...??? i didnt think so .. i was a willing donor i tell ya!! I did have that blue black bruise tho! kekekeke.. remember cuz? Jeez... that nurse put in the needle wrongly... oh well.. i lived to tell the story! keke.6/28/2005 12:52:00 PM|W|P|Blogger mistyeiz|W|P|aiyo...have to be a bit dramatic la...;)) welcome, welcome...how ok ka? ;))6/28/2005 06:17:00 PM|W|P|Anonymous Cuz Adele|W|P|ok ok cute.... like the background. :D6/28/2005 08:00:00 PM|W|P|Blogger Shanker|W|P|i will go if sum chick pulls me la... if not i wont bother. haha... i admit. im a CHICKEN.6/29/2005 08:12:00 AM|W|P|Blogger mistyeiz|W|P|ok ok la....i'm not SUM chic but a plump chick (lol!!) n i r willing to pull(??) u, well, i'd rather drag u actually...;))9/25/2005 11:56:00 PM|W|P|Blogger Lucia Lai|W|P|good informative post. glad to know you are an organ donor, yvy.

i'm also a proud organ donor. i blog about it once..
the gift of life
with pictures6/26/2005 01:06:00 PM|W|P|mistyeiz|W|P|
Last night after mass, I went home and was just sitting around flipping channels on Astro when I decided to do something more condusive. Thus, I dragged out my faithful old suitcase (literally OLD since it was bought in the 70's -REALLY!!). And it in, I have stored ALL my letters since for as long as I can remember. And this goes waaaaaaaay back to when I was in Standard 6 (that would be, hmmm.......around 1988/1989). Coz' thats when I really started writing letters and all.
As I looked through all the old letters, every one reminded me of friends I've since lost along the way. Not due to arguments or whatever, but due us all going our separate ways. I remember getting more Chinese New Year cards than Christmas cards - how they came to that conclusion, beats me. Its the thought that counts though. Plus being of mixed parentage, I normally enjoy ALL the perks of the various festive seasons. Chinese New Year - go collect angpows at Uncle Johnny's extended family homes , Deepavali - go eat murruku and my Patti - (Grandmother, Eternal rest grant unto her, O Lord & May the Perpetual Light shine upon her.) makes sure she makes me a tin of rose cookies for me coz I love them so much, Hari Raya - have never missed eating ketupat and rendang at Uncle Hanson's house and finally, Christmas - it's pressie collecting time!!!
Coming back to the days of yore, all these letters made me smile coz they reminded me of all my fun days. One particular booklet was given to me as a birthday gift when I first enrolled myself in college and after about a year or so of hanging out with a couple of new-found friends, my 'brothers' wrote me a poem and this is what it said :-
An Ode To Yvy
This ode is meant for none other than Yvy
Whose like a sister that's pretty groovy
Your good spirit never fails to cheer us
A blessing the day you joined our nexus
Our reactions were almost immediate
In receiving the speed you affiliate
But by joining us you have made your presence
Among the gang of brilliant immature adolescence
We've known you for less than a year
But you've become a friend so dear
A shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold
Shining our lives with your heart of gold
Through the good times and the bad
You're the sister we never had
Enough has been said and with a wild cheer
Belated happy birthday Yvy, my dear!!
By Ravin & Kumar
Being a sucker for personally hand made gifts, this poem really affirms me and nearly made me cry because I'm so touched by it. In fact, whenever I read it, I miss them and the times we shared together at Kastella Court. I miss these guys (and girls) SO much!! I really miss my gang so much!! I've since lost contact with almost all of them, except maybe Narin & Sha, and its really sad. I'm really hoping that some of the names I'm about to mention actually read blogs and who knows.....we might even meet up again some day. So here's hoping for the best!! Calling out to my gang members.....Manee, Raveen Mand, Thilaga, Nithy, Dyll (now that I think of it - he DOES remind me of Morgan Freeman), Kumar, Ravin, Farouk, Najib (I'm pretty sure he's in KL), Nabil, James 'Jimbo' B. (too busy in the music scene I know, but hey...worth a shot right?) and a whole lot more I just cant seen to remember anymore. Most of these guys and gals are from KDU Penang & IPG - Class 1996to 98. I was in KDU Penang from 1996 to 1998 and then 2000 to 2002. Some of these guys were formerly from PFS and Tengku Malik (Did I even get that right?? Hopefully my memory has served me right and all that Gingko pills are working).
SO.....if you know anyone on this list, do let me know. You dont know how much I really want to meet up with the people who were like family to me then and I hope still are.
|W|P|111976485376914085|W|P|Ahhh.....the days of yore|W|P|6/25/2005 11:17:00 AM|W|P|mistyeiz|W|P|
Just a few minutes ago, I was just checking out my Neatvibe (NV) site which I am a part of and one of the debate topics that came up today was 'Inter-racial dating' and what the people in NV thought abt it. This particular lady, Char had some pretty unusual comments/explainations to give. Then this other guy, Byron also had something to say about it but if I were you, I'd totally disregard and ignore whatever that came out of Byron's mouth - it's crap, really.
Now, it may not be THAT unusual to hear Char's comments because we may have all heard about inter-racial dating and marriages and how things work out in them (sometimes good, sometimes bad) BUT to clearly see how someone could be SO against inter-racial dating was somewhat disturbing to me. And to think that she was brought up that way was also disturbing too. I'm not saying that she was brought up wrongly or badly because obviously her parents thought that it was right to NOT get involved with a 'black' (assuming that this includes Asians as well, since she was only allowed to date white n is currently educating her kids to do the same).
I, for one am NOT against inter-racial dating because I've dated guys who were not Malaysian Indians and am curently in a beautiful & loving relationship with also yet another non-Malaysian Indian. I actually think that with inter-racial relationships, its really wonderful because you get the opportunity to experience first-hand how colorful and exciting other people's cultures are. What more in a multi-racial country like Malaysia. It was certainly a colorful and exciting experience for me and even now, I still have the opportunity to experience it. (YAY!!)
Each relationship of mine has been different in many ways and I've learnt a lot from them. I've learnt my lesson in many ways too. Most of the time, the hard way coz' the hard normally reminds me to be more careful. :) BUT just like Sean, I believe that when you get involved with someone of a different race, communication is VERY important. There are many issues to take into account. The way you think may differ, the way you handle things may differ, the way your religion works may differ and if all these issue and many more which I obviously may have failed to mention, will for a fact decide if the relationship will break or make it to the next level. Love and trust is not enough to keep a relationship strong.
For me, race has never been an issue. However, from my personal point of view & experience, a couple should have ONE goal, ONE believe. I'm not saying that inter-religion relationships dont work either, I know many couples who have married someone out of their religion and are currently having a wonderful relationship together - some have even gotten married!! But from my experience, it didnt work for me.
Bottom line is, as long as you know what you in for and who you are going to spend your time and hopefully, the rest of your life with, I think all will be well.
|W|P|111967148238499076|W|P|Inter-racial Dating|W|P|6/25/2005 12:20:00 PM|W|P|Blogger SBB|W|P|Dear Yvylyn,

I think communication is very important in ALL relationships, regardless of whether it is inter racial or inter religious or not.

At the same time as it is interesting learning from your other half about their different culture, it is also fulfilling to learn with your other half more about your shared culture.

In the end, I think race and religion are not important factors between 2 individuals. Sometimes though, it is hard when you take into account the other people who are involved - parents and children for example.

IB6/25/2005 05:23:00 PM|W|P|Blogger Shanker|W|P|"In the end, I think race and religion are not important factors between 2 individuals. Sometimes though, it is hard when you take into account the other people who are involved - parents"

I agree here with IB's comments esp this line above. I did check out the NV site and Char's comments sounded really really racist.

Anyways all the best to you and I do feel that inter-racial relationships are great. Its different and that makes it oh so beautiful. Not like non-inter racial are not beautiful but its just different.

Nice blog u have there. Gonna bookmark you. :) cheers!

Shan.6/25/2005 07:19:00 PM|W|P|Anonymous BEAST (Azimi)|W|P|Awesome blog ya got Yvylyn... Yeah, I have to agree with you, it's so discremenating that parents would just ban their children to date with other races.. Yet, this comes from someone who was raised in a country where supposedly it's a democratic and practise storngly with the freedom of speech.. Then again, she comes from the South, so of course those rednecks don't know much than to stick with their own kind rather than to be more open with anyone whom they would refer to as "non-white"..6/26/2005 11:40:00 AM|W|P|Blogger mistyeiz|W|P|Hi IB

Thanks for the comment. I too agree with you to a certain extend. However, I personally feel that race is not really THAT important but would you agree if I said that there should SOMETHING (could be anything from a belief to a certain speech code) that unifies a couple? Coz' I think so. ;)6/26/2005 11:44:00 AM|W|P|Blogger mistyeiz|W|P|Hi Shan..glad to see you like my blog. Just your everyday thingy goin on here. :)

And you are VERY right....I loved experiecing all the other cultures besides my own and it was certainly an eye-opener for me. Makes me feel TRULY Malaysian. ;)6/26/2005 11:44:00 AM|W|P|Blogger mistyeiz|W|P|Hey buddy!!

Thanks for stopping Azimi!! ;))6/26/2005 12:58:00 PM|W|P|Blogger Shanker|W|P|Exactly!!! it does feel TRULY malaysian when that is the case. And i'll vouch that this kinda "racism" occurs even in our MULTI-CULTURAL land. Most people may deny it but its pretty obvious and its still a sad thing to note that its due to their racist parents as they get influenced from such a small age. Sad indeed.

Keep up the good work on ur blog!! :)6/26/2005 01:57:00 PM|W|P|Blogger mistyeiz|W|P|Thank you, Shan! *Blush*

Hey, your blog's on my Favourites too....;))YOU keep up the good work too.6/26/2005 05:01:00 PM|W|P|Blogger Orion|W|P|I was in a inter-racial relationship 10 years ago. Didn't work out for unfortunately. Don't think it's the cultural thingy, it was the both of us.

Now I am married with a 4 year old daughter. And I'd like to think of myself as being open minded ... but wait til my little baby brings home a "gwai-lo" (orang putih) some day! That'll be a real test.6/26/2005 10:49:00 PM|W|P|Blogger Shanker|W|P|lol.. no gwai lo's please!!! NOOOOOO!!!!6/27/2005 10:30:00 PM|W|P|Blogger Amara|W|P|I think that only whites should date whites and blacks blacks etc. etc.

Seriously, you don't see lions mating with cheetahs - do ya?

Ahhhh! Just playing. You know I loves me some white and asian men - and i'm black so you know where I stand.6/28/2005 12:56:00 PM|W|P|Blogger mistyeiz|W|P|Hey ma!!! Of course, I knows ya!! HAHA!! Well, most of them men in here are asians so knock ur self out gurl!! ;p6/24/2005 02:22:00 PM|W|P|mistyeiz|W|P|
Haiyola....now I know HOW unhealthy I am!!! Being the lazy me that I am, I really have been putting off jogging at Mengkuang Dam many times and yesterday after constant and several motivational talks and encouragement from Shannen, I finally made the move to get off my butt and get moving. Today I realise that once I've taken that FIRST step, everything else will just fall into place. I am now VERY motivated to get moving and really jog. ' So, finally I started jogging with my colleagues at Mengkuang Dam. Ok, I wasn't jogging - I was WALKING, brisk walking to be exact. I have not stepped foot there in a very long time so I was really excited about going there. Not for the jogging but the simple fact that I would finally know how to get there and not get lost while trying. (This is what happens when you have 'drivers' to drive you around and you just sit there like a 'Ma'am Pot-Pot' everywhere you go.) So off the four of us went after work to the dam and suprisingly it only took some 20 minutes or so to get there from my office. :) Happy me! But then, I had to pay for one toll which has hiked up to RM1.30 from RM1.00 (Sigh). Not so happy about that though. ' We reached there at 6.45pm and started 'jogging'. It was really nice taking in the scenery and the wide open space. The dam is actually a semi-circle divided into 2 sections and the meeting point is right in the middle. I dont really know how far it is on each side but its pretty large since we've held several Dragon Boat races before at Mengkuang Dam. There were so many people around and I was glad for that coz it made me feel at home - I wasnt the only one walking. :) Happy me! But I was a little sad to see how much the water level had dropped since a few years ago when I last visited. It's VERY low comparatively. I remember just sitting by the side and being able to feed the fish but NOW, you practically had to hike down about 50m to get to the water's edge to feed the fish. :( Not good. ' It was indeed a trip well worth it and it certainly will not be the first and last time I will step foot at Mengkuang Dam. I have decided and the next time, I will trully JOG n not walk.
Have a splendid & blesssed weekend, ya'll!!
|W|P|111959567407467823|W|P|Finally....|W|P|6/25/2005 09:02:00 AM|W|P|Blogger Eden|W|P|hey! thnx for the words of encouragement! i've actually been undertaking the same challenge (jogging)but sounds like you're doing a way better job at keeping it up than i am-well at least you walk :P !! happy writing! ;)6/23/2005 11:13:00 AM|W|P|mistyeiz|W|P|
Patience and not giving up easily certainly pays off.
I finally got the 'Contributor' thingy off my blog and Jordan can rest his mind knowing that he is no longer a contributor to my blog. :)
I've also managed to change a couple of stuff on this blog and I am proud of myself!
#1 Ribbon
(And no, thats not me being a vain pot coz I realise how easily I give up on things and to get this far - heck, I deserve a standing ovation!)
Then again, I do realise that EACH time I change the template, I'd have to modify it according. (Sigh) And that kinda sucks.
O well....cant have your cake and eat, can you?
(Doesnt THAT ring a bell?)
Well, I'm off to see what OTHER stuff I can do in here and make it better. :) ' Have a blessed day and peace be with you. " Ps. Hang in there, the weekend's ALMOST here...can you smell it?? Nose
|W|P|111949694570807024|W|P|I DID IT!!!!|W|P|6/28/2005 07:42:00 PM|W|P|Blogger mosta|W|P|good6/30/2005 12:06:00 PM|W|P|Blogger mistyeiz|W|P|thank you!! *grin*

it feels so good when you actually accomplish something you've been working ur butt off (even though its a small thing compared to other blogs that is...). ;)6/22/2005 12:23:00 PM|W|P|mistyeiz|W|P|
I just read this in my sis bulletin board in Friendster. And I found it SO amusing! I can surely relate to at least 75% of what is said about being an Indian and I thought what hell, let's go through it together and maybe I can come up with a summary as to what KIND of Indian I am. YES, I am proud to say that although I am of mixed parentage, under the race category in any Malaysian 'Personal Information' form you can find, I always tick 'Indian' and not 'others'. Well, here goes.... ' * Your house smells like fried onions. Only is my sis goes crazy and started her cooking frenzy. * When you tell your parents you got 98% marks in an exam, and they ask you what happened to the other two percent. Nah, not really...although they do mention how I could have done better and that's TOTALLY acceptable. * You make tea in a saucepan. Haha!! That's a good one but no, I dont use a saucepan to make my tea. And even without it, I can make a pretty mean cuppa I tells ya... * You never buy bin bags, but use your saved grocery bags for it. Yup!! Tis' true. * You put your clothes in suitcases instead of wardrobe. Nope, but I did wished I had a larger wardrobe...(sigh) * You have a 'Singer' sewing machine at home. :) Mummy does and she's a WONDERFUL tailor. She has and still do sew most of our clothes and it fits perfectly fine. Thank you, Mummy. I love you!! * Your mother has a minor disagreement with her sister and doesn't talk to her for ten years. Nah, they just yell at each other for a bit then all is calm. But the face would be musibat like hell. (I have NO idea what or how that word came to be but ask any Eurasian, I bet they would know the EXACT meaning....lol!) * You call an older person you've never met before "uncle". I truly believe this is true only because it actually shows respect on my part. I just feel really weird calling someone who's very much older than me by their first name. Being brought up like that since as long as I can remember makes it hard for me to accustom myself when I visited Ted for the first time and NEARLY called his mum 'aunty'. Lucky for me, I caught my tongue just in time. Haha!! Its tough but you get used to it after a LONG while. * You hide everything from your parents. To a certain extend but Mummy's has this sneaky way of finding stuff out so I try not too. * Your mother does everything for you if you are male. Not applicable but I think that's really pathetic. Why pamper your kid and turn him into some dependant individual who will most likely turn out to be that jerk who breaks your heart over and over again and thinks that he owns the world or something??? Shessh....pathetic. * You do all the housework and cooking if you are female. Nah, I do more housework than cooking, leave that to my sis who is a cook freak! ;p * Your relatives alone could populate a small city. Sadly, no....how nice to have a small city after your family name - that would be awesome. At least, I can say, 'My grandfather's road!' * Everyone is a family friend. Also to a certain extend. * You study medicine or engineering at university. Please refer to next statement. * You were not that intelligent so you studied Computer science or business instead. I AM intelligent just that I dont like engineering (Humph!) * You know no one who has not studied music. No comments. * You went to a university as far away from home as possible. Not really, unless you consider Penang far from Johor...lol! * You still come back home to live with your parents after you had finished. (Sigh) Yes, I still live with my mum. * You only make telephone calls after 6:30 PM. Nah, I normally wait till 7pm. LOL!!! * You eat onions with everything. GAWD...I hate onions! I hate garlic even more!! No, I'm not a vampire though I wouldnt mind biting on SOME tough necks.....(OOoooooo, Vin Diesel, come out, come out, wherever you are.....) * You use chilli sauce instead of tomato ketchup. (Gets down on knees) Thank you, Lord for creating that wonderful red vegetation called CHILLIES. I would not be able to live without it. * You fight over who pays the dinner bill. *Sometimes* * You say you hate Indian films/songs but secretly watch/hear them with your parents. Nah, I prefer Hindi songs and movies. Ok, maybe just a handful of Tamil songs...ok? :) * You teach Westerners swear words in your language. No la....I'm not that bad. Trying to cut down on those swear words myself. * You order Indian food in English language to impress the people you're with but the waiters don't understand you. When I go to a restaurant, I'm not out to impress. I'm out to get the food that I want to eat, so I would certainly make sure the waiters gets exactly what I wanna eat, English or otherwise. * You avoid public places when with a member of the opposite sex. What??? Its no wonder I only get Indian guys PM-ing me online. (Shakes head) * You're walking out of customs with your trolley at the airport and you see all possible members of your family who have come to pick you up. Hahaha!! That's a really funny imagine but I think in general, ANY race in Malaysia is like that. Be it Malays, Indians, Chinese or the 'OTHERS'. Its more of a MALAYSIAN thingy. * You get very upset when airlines refuse to accept your luggage which is just 80 lbs overweight. O, that happened to me but I didnt get upset of course. Just stuffed them in another bag. Why make a fuss for YOUR own mistake? * You go back to your parents' country and people treat you like a member of the royal family. That country happens to be Malaysia and NO, I dont get royal treatment although I wouldnt mind it a bit. :) * You ask your dad a simple question and he tells you story of how he had to walk miles just to get to school. Well, that was true. My dad was not from a very well to do family and it was no suprise that he did that and went through a WHOLE lot more than just walking for miles to gt to school. I could go on and on but that would really bring me down, so I'm leaving that as it is. *You are ALWAYS taking off and putting on your shoes wherever you go. :) Yup....Poor Ted couldnt figure WHY we kept doing that everywhere we went the first time he came to my house. (Giggles) * In addition to cooking, you also use oil as a grooming aid. Ewwww.....I think it makes my hair drop even more. Well, what's left of it anyway....(Did I mentioned how stinky it can get?? O my goddess, I think I'm gonna be sick....) * You wonder how odd it would be to see your parents get within one foot of each other. ???? * You have annoying nicknames. Not really, EVERYONE close to me calls me 'Yvy', one 'aunty' calls me 'Shaan-Lu' and thats about it. * Your mother measures wealth only in gold and diamonds. This is the thing I hate most about typical Indians, wealth is measured through your jewellery. Just coz I dont spurle on jewellery doesn't mean I aint well off. Funny how materialistic some parents can be. (Sigh) Another thing I really hate about the Indians is the caste system which some still practice - whats with that???? Move on....get a life!!! Its the new millenium people, WAKE UP!!
* Your parents push the concept of an arranged marriage on you and try to demonstrate how well it works whenever they're not fighting. Can't relate to that coz my parents were in love when they got married and it was no arranged marriage. And I certainly wouldnt push my kids into arranged marriages either. I personally think arranged marriages are not a good idea. But that would be in another a good cause for another post. * Your parents compare you to all of their friends' kids. Thankfully, they were never like that at all. Thank you, Mummy & if only you could hear me, Daddy...thank you too. * If you are living abroad, at least once a week your mom says, "I want to go back to India" Eh? Could be, but we havent lived abroad yet so no comments. * No one ever seems to call ahead of time to say they are coming over for a visit. SOMETIMES, but most of the time, my relatives are some what MORE intelligent that to come a-calling without first informing us. * Your parents worry what other people will think if you're not going to be a doctor or engineer. Hahaha!! Not mine, she's more worried where my next tattoo OR piercing is going to be at!! lol... * While living abroad, your parents always say, "It's cheaper in India" Not applicable since we've NEVER left Malaysia to live abroad before. ' So, the summary that I can make out of this is, I've got the best of both worlds and 'I'm loving it!!' :) ' Peace be with you.
|W|P|111941498845050377|W|P|Being an Indian....|W|P|6/29/2005 11:29:00 AM|W|P|Anonymous Balajoe|W|P|Bladdy hell Yvy. Good one...right on spot!! The best I liked "* Your mother measures wealth only in gold and diamonds."

My wife keep talking about cheap gold when I just bought for her a very expensive watch

Indian women...sometimes I just don't understand them6/30/2005 12:02:00 PM|W|P|Blogger mistyeiz|W|P|aiyoo...for a moment there i thot u were going to scream la....:) i'm just stating the facts what right? ;)

gold damn expensive now wei...:(6/21/2005 01:51:00 PM|W|P|mistyeiz|W|P|
You know what gets me high? Knowing that I got snail mail makes me high. :) Yes, snail mail do exist and I am glad to inform all you IT savvy people out there that snail mail is the kinda of mail which will never die out as long as my pen pals and I are still alive and kicking! Haha...its true. Emailing may be fast but where is the anticipation, the excitement, the rush you get when you hear the postman nearing your home??? And the climax builds up in you as your legs take you across from the hallway to your porch and your trembling fingers shake so much because you cannot contain the excitement knowing that you have something waiting for you. And finally you hit a home-run when at last the letter is in YOUR HAND. Now, how exciting is THAT?!?!?!
Although I do know that people don't get snail mail EVERYDAY but I am happy to know that I get an average of 3 to 4 snail mails a month and that is rather above my expectations. You could say that I am happy with what I have been getting so far. Its bizarre but snail mails ALWAYS makes my day. I just received 2 snail mails yesterday. One from Canada and the other from France. I'm expecting 1 from Portugal, 1 from the US and hopefully another 1 from Canada too. As a matter of fact, you could say that I'm also waiting for 1 from Austria but it cant b counted in yet coz I havent posted it. :) Just completed it today and it should be in the mail within the week.
Just like any writer or author, we (the pen pals) also get writer's block or maybe the juices just ain't flowing or worst still, we just cant make ourselves write a letter. It has happened to me a couple of times but the feeling soon fades away and I'm back on track. Just like recently, I just couldn't bring myself to reply some of the snail mails which were LONG overdue then I thought to myself, if I want people to write to me, I should also write to them and THAT got my engines going and VOILA!!! I managed to complete a few snail mails and a few postcards too. :)
I'm off to go send MORE snail mail....!!!!
|W|P|111933695368834567|W|P|Happy me!|W|P|6/22/2005 02:30:00 PM|W|P|Anonymous Frank (A.K.A. The Newfie)|W|P|I got a few while I was here in Malaysia. Birthday Cards, Stuff Like that... when I go back I will have to send post mail to you...6/22/2005 05:09:00 PM|W|P|Blogger mistyeiz|W|P|:) looking forward to that frank. thanks!6/20/2005 01:07:00 PM|W|P|mistyeiz|W|P|
I love body art...I've loved it for as long as I can remember. I guess it was because I had early exposure. My dad used to have 3 tattoos. One on his left bicep of our sweet Jesus and 2 on his right arm. One was a unicorn and the other was a satyr, both on his forearm. I remember touching them many times because I was so facinated and used to think, 'What kind of markers did Daddy draw them with?? How come the color doesn't come out??'. Such was the mind of the innocent. :) I guess the thought of getting a tattoo never really sank in until I entered college and started getting my piercings. I was and still am a nutcase - although I also love piercings, tattoos has been numero uno to me since the last couple of years. Currently, I am the proud owner of 11 ear piercings and 2 nostrils (NO....I do not look like Dennis Rodman, its more of a Diana King kind.) I also just had my FIRST tattoo done on 18/9/2004. I designed the motiff and its of a tribal design of MY name. It definitely will not be my last tattoo for believe it or not, tattooing is ADDICTIVE. So I have a couple more planned out amongst them are gonna be a lower back one (design especially for moi by a good pal, Robby who I personally think has a God-given talent in art especially with color pencils...YES, I did not write wrong, it is color pencils and seeing is believing) and the other will be on the left side of my chest (a volkwagen in remembrance of my Daddy). Now, at the moment these 2 are on my list but there's more. Time and mony is all I need to make all my ink come to live.
As wonderful and beautiful as some tattoos are.....some people are just so darn unlucky that they get their ink from over-night 'artist' who has not gone through their apprenceship with any tattoo guru, who think that they are TATTOO artists just coz they can color and draw on paper (HELLOOOOoooo.....you're inking someone's SKIN.....and that's NO WHERE near paper!!), artists who dont give a rat's ass about the customer and inking them when they are under the influence of alchohol which is a BIG NO-NO (works on either the customer OR artists) or customer who are under age. People out there MUST bear in mind that good tattoos aren't cheap and cheap tattoos aren't GOOD. And that IS a fact.
Of course you also need to know WHAT you're getting inked on yourself because its something PERSONAL and PERMANENT - its for LIFE. If you're thinking of getting a tattoo but are thinking how much it would cost to laser it off OR would it hurt to laser it off some time down the road, my advice is - scrap the idea of ever getting a tattoo. Why bother?? A lot of people out there including myself take tattoos seriously, its not some hobby like collecting stamps where you can just pick it up, have some fun but once you're bored and tired of it, you just dump it. Tattooing is a serious matter. People make a living out of it and to have it done and then laser it off....its just such a waste of time, money getting it inked n then lasering it off, effort and time put in by the artist...and the list just goes on.
Here is a VERY good article on getting tattooed and how it effects the artist and the customer. It's really not as simple as many of us think it is. (Ps. Sorry, but the article is only applicable in the US but the points mentioned is what is important.)
Age of Consent : How young is too young to get inked? What's the difference between angry parents today compared to angry parents of yesterday? Today parents get mad if you DON'T tattoo their kids.
' I was 17 once. No really, it's true! Looking back at the last twenty years of my life, I can remember turning points like when I got my first apartment, when I learned how to ride a motorcycle and when I fell in love for the first time but getting my first tattoo, well, how can anyone forget something like that?
' At 17 I was a teenage run-a-way and a total punk rock hooligan. When I wasn't drunk on a skateboard, I was stealing cars and dropping acid. It was the winter of '85 and I had somehow embezzled a thousand dollars from a check cashing scam and I was on a freaked out bender in the city of Ottawa, determined to get drunk, slam dance and buy obscure punk rock albums. Remember vinyl?
' A thousand dollars in the pocket of a teenager in 1985 made me feel like a millionaire. There was one important thing I needed to spend my money on before it all disappeared and that was getting my first tattoo.
' I found a head shop (a store that sells marijuana paraphernalia) that had a tattoo shop buried in the back of it. The tattoo parlor part of the shop was a small, one room deal with a single work table, a mirrored wall and a washroom. There were no designs on the walls, no waiting area, none of the usual trappings of a tattoo studio. The tattoo artist was exactly what I expected him to look like. Kind of a dilapidated Santa Clause with a bushy grayish white beard and paunchy wearing a leather vest. Tattooed in faded blue hand poked letters on his forearm was "Fuck the Warden".
' I pulled out a crumpled, yellow piece of paper with my rough drawing of my tattoo design on it. It was a little skull with bat wings rendered in ballpoint pen. He grabbed some tracing paper and made a stencil right from my rough sketch. I guess I would get what I came in with, no embellishments.
' The tattoo went quickly and was surprisingly unpainful. It went on my bicep. When he was done, I spun around to view my first tattoo on my pipe cleaner thin 17 year old arm in the wall sized mirror. Patty, the Quebecois tattooer simply looked at the reflection and said "buzzy". I think he was voicing satisfaction with his own work.
' When he finished bandaging my arm, he pulled out some paperwork. He told me that he needed to see my ID and I had to sign a waiver saying that I was 18 years old and that I gave him consent to apply the tattoo. I have no idea why he waited until after the procedure to procure the waiver but it worked to my advantage seeing as I was underage and without any kind of identification, even the fake stuff. When I told him I was only 17, his face went bright purple with rage and he promptly threw me out of the shop but not before relieving me of the $50 I owed him for the tattoo.
' Getting my first tattoo was the catalyst for a lot of change in my life. Watching the tattooer at work solidified my desire to learn how to tattoo and it opened the door for getting many more tattoos. As the old saying goes: "It's a mile to your first tattoo and a minute to your second". I had that old skull and batwing tattoo for several years and worse punk rock tattoos proliferated around it over time. By 20, my whole upper arm became a testimonial to my punk rock fanaticism. Eventually, as I became a serious tattoo collector and began to plan out my full sleeves, the old punker tattoos got covered up with more benign and adult images that I could actually live comfortably with. As my taste in politics and music became less angry, so did my taste in tattoos.
' Its 20 years later and the tables have turned in a delicious, ironic twist. Now in my mid thirties, I've mellowed and married and I work hard to be a successful and honest person of business. And now I'm the tattoo artist turning away 17 year olds from the tattoo shop.
' One day something happened that would objectify my attitude about tattooing teens. A young woman came in to the shop to get a Celtic cross tattooed on her thigh. We had a great conversation while I applied her tattoo. It was one of those really positive sessions that makes my job feel worth while. We talked about her moving all over the country and about her graveyard shift job at a local sandwich restaurant that I liked to frequent. I didn't for a moment consider that I was tattooing a minor. She was mature physically, emotionally and mentally, at least from what I perceived from two hours of her company and she had a lot of interesting life experiences that she enjoyed conversing about. I hoped that I'd get a chance to tattoo her again. But I was in for a giant reality check.
' A few days later her mom barged into the shop, swearing and screaming at me. It turns out that the mature; midnight working sandwich girl was only 15. "Your daughter is only 15?" I gasped, realizing how slimy I sounded until after the words had left my mouth. "Yes and my lawyer is going to be reminding you of that!" barked mom as she exited the shop as dramatically as she entered.
' This all happened as I was mid-tattoo with a young college student. Lucky for me, this college student was in 1st year law and was eager to help me research how I could defend myself. A few days later my law student customer got back to me with a lot of interesting information. It turns out that in the province of British Columbia there are no statutes of limitations for tattooing anyone. I could quite literally tattoo almost anyone of any age without fear of any kind of criminal or civil prosecution. The only conceivable way of suing me was to claim statutory assault, meaning a sexual assault on a minor. But the age of consent for sexual relations in Canada is 14 (!) I was relieved to find out that criminally speaking, I was in the clear. But I still felt gross.
' I saw what kind of effect tattooing someone's under age child brought to a family and I didn't like it. Regardless of what mom was able to do to me in court, I recognized that by tattooing a child (and someone under the age of 18 is a child), I was causing an unnecessary rift in my community. I didn't want my shop and my tattooing to become an impetus for damage within a family. I didn't want mom to drive by my tattoo shop with her soccer mom friends hissing "There's those fucking assholes that tattooed my underage daughter." I didn't want the girl to later grow up and say "that was the guy who didn't care if I was 18." In a way, it felt like child abuse.
' In the state of California, it's illegal to tattoo someone under the age of 18. Most Californian tattoo shops demand that every customer provide proof of age and smart shop owners will photocopy someone's ID on to the back of a release form. But I know two Los Angeles area tattoo shop owners who met calamity at the hands of an underage customer. Both times it was the customer squeaking in with fake ID and the tattooist not taking the opportunity to photocopy the bogus ID - the only means of defending themselves in court. Both instances led to the tattoo artists needing to claim bankruptcy to avoid paying out hundreds of thousands of dollars in damages and both times the tattooers had to sell their shops preemptively to avoid having the shop keys handed over to the plaintiff. In both cases the tattooee was only a few months away from their 18th birthday and their impatience cost the artists their livelihood.
' It seems that almost anyone at any age is capable of making just plain bad decisions about what to get tattooed. I could argue that teenagers don't understand what permanency is or that a teenager doesn't know themselves well enough to make a decision that will be with them for the rest of their lives. I think enough mature, full grown adults make plenty of terrible decisions in this department.
' The important point here is defining age of consent. It's universally considered that at 18 a person has reached the age of majority and is legally capable of making their own decisions. The two most common excuses I hear for getting a bad tattoo are "I was drunk" or "I was only 16". If I can negate these two cop-outs, then I cannot be blamed for being part of the equation for their indiscretion.
' Parental consent brings more quandaries into the mix. Many shops allow tattooing of minors provided that a parent or legal guardian signs for the minor (no, your pet dog Snuffles can't sign for you!) But here's another scenario: Dad on court ordered weekend visitation signing permission for his daughter to get tattooed. What happens when daughter returns to mom after the weekend? Parents too sometimes simply do not understand exactly what's involved in getting tattooed; the pain and the permanence. No word of a lie, in one day we had a parent ask if they could give permission for their 10 year old could to get tattooed and several minutes later, a parent called to inquire if their "5 year old rapper" could come and get tattooed. Neither parents understood why we got upset at their request.
' It's important to look at it from the perspective of the tattooist and how tattooing minors can affect your business. Angering parents is a given. But what if the angry parent turns out to be a city councilor, judge or other type of law maker? Rumor has it that Winnipeg suffered a twenty year city wide ban on tattooing because a tattoo was put on the Mayor's under age daughter. What's really important of course is your shop's reputation. Most adult customers I've spoken to usually have nothing pleasant to say about the artist who permitted them to be tattooed at 16. Do you think this customer would return to you as an adult for more serious 'adult' tattoo collecting or do you think you'd be considered the person who facilitated a youthful mistake? I've seen shops that specifically target kids in their marketing and advertising with offers of discounts for coming in on your 16th birthday or free Playstation sessions with minimum purchase. A smart tattoo shop owner considers how creating shop policies will affect the sustainability of their business and a smart business owner knows that the key to longevity in business is repeat customers. It's inevitable that younger clientele will outgrow your business concept.
' Kids love tattoos. I was drawing tattoo designs in my math study books at school at age 12. But tattoos, much like cigarettes, liquor, voting, enlisting in the army and buying porn is grown folks business. I suggest to any kid determined to get inked to take your design and tack it to your bedroom wall and stare at it until your 18th birthday. Still want it? Fantastic! You'll have plenty of time as an adult to make bad life decisions. Getting tattooed shouldn't be one of them.
By Adam SkyManaging Editor of Tattoodles.com
|W|P|111924484609782346|W|P|Why you need to think twice about getting inked...|W|P|6/17/2005 01:51:00 PM|W|P|mistyeiz|W|P|
O what a feeeling!!! Just got back from packing my lunch at the cafe near my office. The cashier made me feel good - she said, "You nampak kurusla sekarang!!" ("You've lost weight!!"). Has my dairy diet been working??? Could it be TRUE??? I didnt want to sound vain and too confident so I said that it couldnt possibly be true coz I still feel the same and my clothes still fit the same. Then of course she decided to agree with me and killed my short stint of joy by saying that it must the the choice of clothes that I wear which makes me LOOK thin. O well, I had that coming now didnt? I should have just taken in the compliment, basked in it for more than just a few minutes, right? O well....dont matter, I'll just disregard that negative point and continue my day (or what's left of it....) ITS TGIF!!! So I'll sing.......I feel good (tarararararara!) , I knew that I would, now.........I feel good, I knew that I would, now.........So good! (bam! bam!) So good (bam! bam!) I got youoooooo......Whoa! I feel nice (tarararararara!), like sugar and spice I feel nice, like sugar and spiceee.....So nice (bam! bam!), so nice (bam! bam!), I got youoooooo...................!!!
|W|P|111898832779445912|W|P|Whoa-oa-oa! I feel good, I knew that I would, now......|W|P|6/18/2005 01:36:00 PM|W|P|Anonymous pp|W|P|hi ylyn...u shd try a food which having low Cholesterol....& proper dieting.6/19/2005 01:47:00 AM|W|P|Blogger mistyeiz|W|P|well....yoyo diets arent good. n even thin ppl get high cholesterol. so may that idea aint too good BUT thank u for the suggestion. ;)) i think that a balance between exercise AND diet is the best. i'm goin through what u would say 'the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak'...sigh...:(6/16/2005 11:15:00 AM|W|P|mistyeiz|W|P|
I love chatting online and I could go on for hours if I met the right person to chat with. Be it with a stranger or someone I've known for donkey years. To date, my longest internet friend is this guy from Barbados, Wayne Straughn who just became a daddy to a pretty little baby girl. Lucky chap got the chance to celebrate Father's Day this year. (CONGRATS WAYNEY!!!)
I met Wayney in THE iRC chat room (in Hottub I think) way back during my college days which was around 1996/97 and have been in contact ever since although we HARDLY chat online anymore. Counting in 2005, it would be almost a decade. Sheeeeesh, how time flies (Gawd, I love that phrase!). We even had nick names for each other (teehee!!). He was my 'Prince Charming' and I was his 'Water Baby'. Now how these nicks came to be, I cannot remember but I certainly was not living up to it then. I couldnt swim and still cant BUT I'm proud to say that I did swim with sharks (YAY!!!) when I was at Seaworld, Gold Coast this February. Ok, fine...I didnt SWIM with them, I was just FLOATING by and THEY swam by me, around and under me, ok? Happy? O, sting rays did the same too. ; )))
Alrighty then, I think I've strayed far enough from the topic...coming back to online chatting, I was chatting online as usual this past weekend and as usual the following TYPICAL conversation took place :
Mr. X : hi
Me : hi there!! how are u?
Mr. X : asl?
Me : ?? arent you suppose to at the very least say 'hi' back at me and add a small little 'i'm fine, thank you. how abt u?' bit at the end?
Mr. X : o sorry. how u?
Me : hahaha!! u're funny...i'm fine. so wat are u up to today?
Mr. X : o nothing...just chatting
Me : thats nice....so wat do u wanna chat abt? where are u from by the way?
Mr. X : are m/f?
Me : (getting a little irritated) does it make a difference?
Mr. X : m/f? Me : JEEZZ!! fine, fine, i give in. i'm 27/f/malaysia. HAPPY???
Mr. X : (begins to warm up to me) ;) nice to meet you. i'm 26/m from indian.
Me : well, nice to meet u, X. (Conversation dwiddles on slowly coz I'm slowly losing interest with the guy when suddenly, I'm wide awake with a jolt.)
Mr. X : can i ask you something personal? are u a virgin?
Me : wat? well, if its personal and directed at me, i guess i would have the choice of answering you right? and at the moment, i'm not going to answer you. (Getting MORE irritated n thinking abt exiting the chat room.)
Mr. X : but i want to know...is virginity important to you? (Remind me WHY am I still conversing with this moron...?)
Me : i really dont wanna talk abt this, can we change the topic? (Wishing I had left when I had the hunch to.)
Mr. X : for me, it is n when i look for a wife, she must b one.
Me : (Totally pissed off) well, good for you. happy hunting n good luck!
End of conversation, guy goes on my ignore list.
These are the kind people who give online chatting a bad name. Of course you will get your occasional dose of online perverts and cyber sex maniacs but thank goodness for the 'ignore' button, you will be spared from the immaturiy, stupidity and the lack of respect from these people. But my point is, what is it with some men and virginity??? Note the word *SOME* men, I didnt say ALL men, I said SOME men. I've had it up to here (points to neck) with men (there are exceptions, of course) and their quest to search for their VIRGIN bride. What is it with women's virginity?? Yes, its the gift you give your loved one on the night you consummate your marriage or in today's world, to the one you TRULY love. Well, at least thats what I am hearing most of anyway. Not that people dont wait for marriage anymore, some still do.
I read somewhere on a post someone mentioned that if a girl sleeps with someone before she gets marriage, she's labelled a slut (thats just SO harsh!). Yes, ppls have started to think to this extend nowadays too. Are we moving forward in time or backwards?? Anyway, this poor girl mentioned that when she said that she had slept with her ex-bf, she was called a slut (just ONE guy, mind you) by some moron online. Sometimes you cant really take things said online at face value, most of it is just crap but some sensible and matured teens have actually voiced out some pretty good point - syabas! What I'm getting at is....does being a virgin really reflected who the person really is? Does it determine who you are? Does it mean that if you're NOT a virgin that it brings about an air of disgust? That you're not a a good person?? Why are men searching for virgins?
The meaning of 'slut' is a woman considered sexually promiscuous. So what do you call a man who is considered sexually promiscuous? Its really bizarre that women have to worry abt being a virgin when they are searching for a partner whereas the men, well, they are out on a jolly joy ride trying all the rides available at the fun fair. No worries at all. 'I dont need to worry abt being a virgin, as long as my partner is.' - is THAT what is going on in the minds of most men? Are they afraid to contract some disease if they be with someone who's NOT a virgin? Shouldn't they be afraid for themselves when they go all out to score as many as the can? Who should actually be afraid? Why the double standards? Its like as if men just want to have their cake and eat it.
Personally, I think that if both partners are virgins, good for you. Go forth and explore your sexuality together. But if either one is not, its really not a big deal. As I mentioned earlier, some of us give it up to the ones we love and at THAT point in time, he/she was the love of our life but not everyone ends up at the altar with their first love. And for that, should they be blamed and be condemned for not being a virgin?
Just like in the animal kingdom, the females pick and choose their mate carefully and only the strongest and most attractive will be the chosen to mate with her in order for her offsprings to survive the condition that life has put forth for them, why should it be any different in human society? What's more important - being a virgin but has a nasty personality OR not being one but has the qualities that you are searchign for and would one day, want your children to have?
Bottom line is, people makes mistakes in life and we should let bygones be bygones and start anew. And it should not reflect on who they are NOW. People change and learn their lesson, be it the hard way or not. One things for sure, dont settle for the one who can't live without you, settle for the one you can't life without.
|W|P|111889214164049383|W|P|Can I have my cake and eat it?|W|P|7/01/2005 11:47:00 AM|W|P|Blogger thefirstChristmas|W|P|A man who is sexually promiscuous?
MAN-SLUT.6/15/2005 12:15:00 PM|W|P|mistyeiz|W|P|
F (Father) A (And) M (Mother) I (I) L (Love) Y (You). Doesnt that look familiar to you? How many times have you got that in your inbox? So often you even knew what the content was from its subject title? Well, for me - thats how it is. ;) Despite the fact that I've receive this a gazillion (no, it doesnt exist but you could learn something new if you clicked this) times, I think its really nicely put coz' that is what a family is, isnt? But I got a difference story, a different view from this and I bet many people out there will agree with me after I'm done.
I'm originally from the Kluang, Johor (sounthern region of Peninsula Malaysia - that TINY dot right smack in the middle of Johor is KLUANG, the bat town) to be precise and I moved to Penang in 1996 to start my college education. In the beginning, I was on my own, having the time of my life - partying, clubs, drink n dance - you name it, I did it. Never felt so liberated and independant in all my life and boy, did I trully enjoy life then. No worries at all. But as time flew by and due to TOO much fun and partying, I guess something just had to suffer the consequences and that poor thing were my grades. *What's new? Sigh....* So mum decided I needed a little more discipline and packed me up to my cousin's place also in Penang Island. It was a real damper on my social life, I tells ya....but what to do, I had it coming, I guess.
Man, life sucked at that point. Cousins were boring. But their lil' un was a cutie pie. She was small then, now....GAWD! Anyways, lets just say that my black isnt the same as their black and my short skirt (then) was a piece of rag to them and they went on to tell on me to my aunt and my aunt doesnt really keep stuff to herself much, n decides to send it along to MY mum. Of course I got a piece of it back but mum knows me well enough to disregard all the crap that was flying around but she did tell me to be more respectful (HAH!). Let's just say enough was enough and after abt a month or so of MORE telling on me....mum packed me off again to another relatives home.
This time, it wasnt so bad but I really dont like being pushed to a corner which I literally was. Family or not, I didnt want to be obliged so I paid for lodging. Bizarre? Believe it. Living there wasnt bad at all actually, I just went abt my stuff, doing my thing and kept out of everyone's hair and made sure no one got into mine BUT the most depressing part of living there (which by the way has left a scar on me for life) is the extended family. I tells ya...its all in the family . Living with a relative can be a pain unless you're on the same thinking level but when extended families come in...man, you are SO in for a bumpy ride. You know how EVERYONE has to say *something* abt you? Be it good or bad but for me, it was mainly bad. There was ALWAYS something wrong with me, 'Wah...Yvy, so fat already ahhh? Eating a lot is it?' or 'Aiyoo.....why your face got so many pimples? My X oso like that, then she use this medicine, all gone....bla, bla, bla'. How long do you think I could stand all that crap? And EVERYTIME I went over to the other side (creepy way of putting it), I always got some crap like that. Came up to the extent, I just began blowing them off. As pissed off as I was, I still maintain a level of maturity and still respected them just because they are family and so much elder than me (so the Asian).
There was this ONE incident I would never forget because it was about something that should have been kept within the family or at the very least, shared with ME. But sadly, it was not. Imagine an aunt telling YOUR friend who came to visit how you take too many drinks at home and how stuff finished so fast ever since YOU moved in....now, bear in mind such people DO exists and mind you, they are amongst us. If you've read this far, you should by now noticed that I PAID for my lodging AND board (which by the way was a 4x7 ft of space on the floor coz I slept on a matress) which is SUPPOSE to include 3 meals a day, naturally. But I only ate dinner at home and the occasional Milo for brekkie. I cannot express how humiliated, upset and EMBARASSED I was when my best friend, Sha (thank goodness for that) told me what my aunt mentioned to her. From then on, I took NOTHING of theirs. Bought my own stuff, ate my own food. Felt like hell living with hypocrites but I really had no choice. Managed to stick with it until I returned home. How glad I was then - you'll never know. And to have a little cousin who has and still is a motor-mouth....humph, dont even get me started on that coz thats another story all together.....
I bet this is just ONE sob story you've heard. Could be more around, I dont know. But the bottom line is....NEVER take ppl for granted even though they are family (they are still people and money does make the world go round). The bitter lesson I've learnt from this to ALWAYS offer more so that the other party has the choice of accepting what you have offered or not rather than to give lesson and then get branded as a cheapskate or worst still, a parasite.... You just cant please everyone, can you?
|W|P|111881257217421655|W|P|Family affair|W|P|6/14/2005 12:14:00 PM|W|P|mistyeiz|W|P|
Wow, now doesnt that sound kinky??? ;)) I bet that caught your attention now didnt it? O well....its really got nothing to do with what I'm about to write today. Well, maybe just a WEE bit. It has been awhile I was in here to pen down my thought and what not. But I really just HAD to write abt this TODAY....wanted to write abt it this morning but damn.....sometimes, the time just goes by without me even realising it, you know?
Anyway, was up watching tv last night (something really unusual since I dont really watch tv much - gone are the days) coz CSI (YAY!) was on. I could watch that for hours on end n not get bored at all. Must be so interesting to cut open bodies bodies n dig up dirt, huh? Anyways, back to my story....I was watching Channel 70 on Astro and this show I want a famous face was on. I really couldnt believe my eyes when I saw what was going on.....people were going for major plastic surgeries just to look like OTHER people, particularly actors and actresses!!!! With the exception of this ONE guy who wanted to look a little LESS like David Schwimmer (did I get that right?) from Friends. Poor guy's nickname at work is Schwimmer.....so pitiful! But then again, what is this world coming to??? And the pain you have to go through while recovering....GAWD, do you how abused and traumatized you body gets when it has to undergo plastic surgery? If you dont, you'll have to tune in to next weeks episode, 11pm on Channel 70 (if I'm not mistaken). I'm telling you, its certainly not for the squemish or for those who treat their bodies like a sacred temple - its darn scary! Trust me....
But it did get met thinking about why people go through such drastic measures just to turn out looking like the other person? Can you imagine seeing the whole of Bangsar full of Reshmonus and Sarimahs? Or even Elaine Daly....Brad Pitt...although I wouldn't mind having a Vin Diesel or Jon Bonjovi in my neighbourhood but thats besides the point. The points is, aren't we all searching for individuality? Being unique....being the one and only? Isnt that what we are constantly fight for in this fast evolving world? But now that we have the oppoturnity to show forth what uniqueness or eccentricity that we have within us, we turn the other way and try our best to look like someone else and I bet in time, change to be like that person too. Whatever happened to natural beauty? Whatever happened to 'beauty lies in the eye of the beholder'? Aren't we satisfied enough with the fact that most of us were born fully formed and not missing anything? And instead of being thankful for what you already have, you get depressed because 'I dont have Jennifer Aniston's nose' or 'I dont have Angelina Jolie's lips' or 'I dont have J Lo's butt' and maybe even, 'I wanna have those boobs Pamela Anderson had before she had them reduced'. Did it ever occur to you WHY she had them reduced? Big aint always best....and that my friend is definitely food for thought.
So now, everyone wants to look like Brad Pitt, Jennifer Aniston or mayb Anglina Jolie too....I really wonder what kinda kick they get out of wanting to look like someone else. I bet these stars must be thinking, 'Gawd, not only do I have to see myself in the mirror, I see myself EVERYWHERE!!! Aarrrrrgggghhhh.......!!!!' What a nightmare for them I bet....lol. But seriously, I really dont know what to think of people who go to this extent. I get the feeling that it's because they have no realisation of their self-worth and think that they have to turn themselves into someone else to be accepted or to be notice or popular, whatever you want to call it. And its really sad to see this happen because most of the people going through this on the show, happen to be pretty good looking and REALLY dont need to change ANYTHING about their physical appearance. But because society nowadays seems to stress so much on physical beauty as a sign of succcess, those who are 'weak' will naturally fall prey and succumb to what the society demands.
As a friend who posted his point of view in a debate I started on this issue said, being popular or accepted should not be one's overriding goal in life. There are so many other values in life one should cling to.
For me, physical beauty is just skin deep. I just hope I have enough of my own hair to comb when I'm 50.
Beautiful - Christina Aquilera
Every day is so wonderful
Then suddenly, it's hard to breathe
Now and then, I get insecure
From all the pain, I'm so ashamed
I am beautiful no matter what they say
Words can't bring me downI
am beautiful in every single way
Yes, words can't bring me down
So don't you bring me down today
To all your friends, you're delirious
So consumed in all your doom
Trying hard to fill the emptiness
The pieces gone, left the puzzle undone
Is that the way it is
You are beautiful no matter what they say
Words can't bring you down
You are beautiful in every single way
Yes, words can't bring you down
Don't you bring me down today...
No matter what we do
No matter what we say
We're the song inside the tune
Full of beautiful mistakes
And everywhere we go
The sun will always shine
And tomorrow we might wake on the other side
All the other times
We are beautiful in every single way
Yes, words can't bring us down
Don't you bring me down today
|W|P|111872577055850896|W|P|Caught up, tied down....and stretched|W|P|12/04/2005 01:38:00 PM|W|P|Anonymous magic marker|W|P|Hi Blogger, I am cruising the blogs looking for any information on brain wave and landed here. Although this post is interesting and got my attention, I will add this knowledge to my storehouse of information. I never know where brain wave will take me. Have a great day!12/17/2005 06:11:00 PM|W|P|Anonymous Anonymous|W|P|Hey nice to read what you have to say. I am out searching for information center meridian plastic surgery and stumbled across your page. My wife is thinking about going under the knife and I am trying to find out as much information as I can. Anyway Blogger the this post of your page caught my interest and I thought I would stop by to see if you had any information on center meridian plastic surgery. Hey, great page and thanks for the read.6/11/2005 01:00:00 AM|W|P|mistyeiz|W|P|With Father's Day just around the corner, I'm beginning to feel how much I've missed my daddy. He left us a decade ago - how fast time flies by. I wrote a poem for him and had posted it in another blog but since this blog has been my close friend recently, I think its only right that I post a copy in here too. ' Daddy (17/5/2005) The moment I opened my eyes Your eyes were the only other ones I ever saw Whenever I reached out my hand Yours hands were the ones stretched out to me Whenever I scraped my knees Your strong arms gave me comfort Whenever I was weak at heart Your strength gave me the courage Whenever I was alone Your love kept me company ' Whenever I was sadden and down Your presence made me happy Whenever I cried and tears rolled down my face You held me tight and kept me warm Whenever I laughed out loud Your laughter echoed mine Whenever I gave my best You always acknowledged me Whenever I did wrong You always corrected me Whenever I was lost You always showed me the way Whenever I excelled in my life Your shinning face was all I saw beaming ' O, how the heavens must have cried The day you left my side And how the angel must have wept As loneliness in my heart i felt A void so huge, I cannot fill A pain so deep, I cannot kill I still feel lost and lonely despite all these years How I wish you were here to take away my fears I hope the highest heaven has treated you kind As you watch me from high above to find I am praying that you be by my side For your presence gives me a place to hide For all the times I've felt alone Thinking of you always kept me at home If I had a wish and only one I need Is to wish you back for you are all we need I miss you, Daddy..... ' Never take the poeople who love you and who are around you for granted, be it family or friends for it is only when they leave this earth will you realise how much you will miss them n how much they really mean to you. |W|P|111842329836213962|W|P|Missing my daddy....|W|P|6/14/2005 03:39:00 PM|W|P|Anonymous Frank (A.K.A. The Newfie)|W|P|Yvy your father is very proud of you I know it... He did a great job with you my friend. You are a great woman and Ted is lucky to have such a wonderful girl. Take care my friend... God Bless you and your family on Father's Day!6/15/2005 09:51:00 AM|W|P|Blogger mistyeiz|W|P|thank Frank....;) i think most dad's would do a good job with their kids with the exception of a few baddies who in time will learn their mistakes n try to make amendments for which time, it would normally b too late. so for all the father's to b out there...its gonna b a bumpy ride, so hang on in there. ;) HAPPY FATHER'S DAY, ya'll....6/10/2005 10:33:00 AM|W|P|mistyeiz|W|P|
You how people always say that the birth of a baby or the blooming of a flower is a miracle of life? Well, I guess it is true. Ever wonder how the world even began? Abt the Big Bang Theory? I think its all a miracle. In fact my being able to write in this blog TODAY is a miracle.
Its true when they say that each one of us has a designated guradian angel to watch over us and keep us safe from harm Because I can truly relate to that and am glad that God really loves me. And that my time is not up yet as I have yet to fulfill His work, here on earth. My mum used to tell me how lucky I am to be alive as I was, MANY times near to death. First incident was when I was a child, maybe around 3 yrs old. My mum used to cook her Christmas pudding at the back of our old home in Kluang. And that part of the floor was raised up abt 4 steps from the road. She used charcoal to steam her puddings and one blessed afternoon, I took a stroll out the back of my home and say this HOT, STEAMY pot. Being a child I really didnt care less abt the dangers and toddled down the stair, I think I got my toe stuck to the wooden crate that was holding the charcoal stove and nearly knocked the whole stove down but Mummy saw me in time and grabbed me. If she had not, I would not be here today as I would have been scalded and burnt quite badly.
Second incident, my mum is from Butterworth and we used to visit Grandpa and Grandma during the school break every year. On one of those visits, mum decided to take me and my sis to the beach nearby. Back then, the beach still existed - near Chain Ferry Road and Jalan Bagan if I am not mistaken. Now, its all gone for the government has reclaimed most of the beach area there. Anyway, the 3 of us were walking to the beach and as we were crossing the road, out of no where this car speeds by and misses me by an inch!!! Till today, I can still remember how close that car was to kncocking me down and dragging me along the road for a *superb* ride.
Third incident happened after my friends and I were going back home the morning after my graduation and a night of major partying. It was abt 10am that morning and I was driving my mum Kancil in Penang on Jalan Sultan Azlan Shah. There we were, 4 poopped out girls in overnight clothes, looking like hell and trying to get home in one piece coz we were all very tired. Then along comes this stupid young Malay boys on bikes trying to be funny and cheeky with one of the girls who was sitting beside me in the front. I didnt bother abt him but did turn to see who it was. As I turned to look, from the corner of my right eye, I saw a car pull out from the side of the road. And before I knew it, that bike slammed into the car that was pulling out and the other bikes behind him slammed into mine. The pillion rider of the bike which slammed into the car out front somehow stuck his leg out and whacked it against my left window. Thank goodness the window was down and only the watchamacallit rain cover thingy was broken and of course, my friends had a HUGE bump on her head because he kicked her head in the process. My immediate reflex was to swerve and swerve I did. Just for the record, Jalan Sultan Azlan Shah is a main road in Penang and is hardly empty during the day especially in the mornings, but by some miracle of God....THAT moment on THAT day when the accident happened, the road was totally empty. For if there was an on coming car that that precise moment, I would have died on the spot as people normally drive fast on that straight road. And the on coming car would have slammed right into the side of my car and I would have gone straight to the Pearly Gates.
Finally, the last incident happened in 2002. I was taking up my degree but on part time basis and I would rush to college after work for the 7pm to 10pm classes. Sometimes the classes would drag on and I would only leave at about 10.30pm. Living in Kulim didnt make life anymore easy for I had to drive from Kulim to Penang at least twice a week and at one point it was three times a week. I found it VERY taxing but pushed myself through it anyway. Coming from college was something I really dreaded because the journey seemed so long and indeed it was long. Takes me more than an hour to reach home from Penang, thanks to the fact that I dont drive fast and really dislike speed. I normally pack me a Nescafe or kopi ais to help keep me awake for I am usually VERY tired by then. On one of those days, I was just TOO tired and even the Nescafe couldn't help me. I couldt stop by the highway as it was pitch dark and really not advisable especially for a girl. So I pushed on...trying my best to keep awake. At one point, I really slept off and suddenly somethign jerked me and when I snapped opened my eyes, I saw that I was about the hit the curb!! I was SO wide awake that I managed to pull my car in time. Otherwise, once again I think would have been in the papers but not for a good reason. Somethig similar happened a few weeks later but this time truly, God was with me all the way. I was WAY too tired to and it was REALLY late. And the shop I normally get my drink from was closed. So I didnt know what to do and my then bf offered to follow me on his bike back home to Kulim and then he would ride back to Penang. And although it was sweet of him to offer, I thought it was ridiculous. So all I did was offer up a prayer asking the good Lord to give me a safe journey home, that I may reach back home safe and sound and in one piece. And believe it or not, despite feeling run down and so tired that night, the moment I started driving right till I reached home, I was WIDE awake. So wide awake that I couldnt even fall asleep after taking a bath and climbing into bed.
My living today, happy and healthy is a sign of many miracles which have taken place in my 27 years alive. I hope to see and experience more miracles in the long journey ahead of me.
Have a blessed weekend.
Peace be with you.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart. Prov 3:5-6
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