Saturday, May 22, 2010
Thursday, April 1, 2010
On the roads in Malaysia...
On the roads in Malaysia...
...when it comes to traffic lights, green means go, yellow means go faster.
...car A's signals when cutting into car B's lane is an indication to car B to go faster so that car A can't cut.
...all motorcyclists are snatch thieves.
...zebra crossings are really just decorations on the road.
...when car A successfully cuts into car B's lane, a machete may be involved.
...when a motorcyclist rams into your stationary car, it's your fault.
...hazard lights are for rainy days.
...motorcyclists are invincible.
...policemen in police cars do not wear seat belts.
...all bad drivers are apparently female drivers.
...you may be fined if you or your passengers do not wear seat belts, but so long as all seat belts are used, you may stuff a gazillion people into your car.
...you're dead if you wander into Mat Rempit territory.
...I hate ants.
...particularly in KL, if you leave work at 5pm, you reach home at 5.30pm. If you leave at 6pm, you reach home at 9pm.
...pedestrians need 2 umbrellas on a rainy day. One above the head, and one at the side.
...traffic lights don't exist to motorcyclists.
...yellow boxes with the big X in them are also just decorations.
...a laptop left in the car is as good as gone.
...when an accident occurs and you're bleeding by your car, people stop and get down from their cars to stare at you.
...one finger 'salutes' are normal.
...spoiled traffic lights ease up traffic jams.
...the white arrows on the roads indicating road directions for motorists to follow do not apply to motorcyclists.
...thieves steal your nice nice cars to tear them up into pieces.
...motorcyclists are really invincible.
...when a car bangs into your car, you speed off, because they're really just gonna rob you.
...speed limits are really speed minimums.
Only on Malaysian roads... only on Malaysian roads...
...when it comes to traffic lights, green means go, yellow means go faster....car A's signals when cutting into car B's lane is an indication to car B to go faster so that car A can't cut.
...all motorcyclists are snatch thieves.
...zebra crossings are really just decorations on the road.
...when car A successfully cuts into car B's lane, a machete may be involved.
...when a motorcyclist rams into your stationary car, it's your fault.
...hazard lights are for rainy days.
...motorcyclists are invincible.
...policemen in police cars do not wear seat belts.
...all bad drivers are apparently female drivers.
...you may be fined if you or your passengers do not wear seat belts, but so long as all seat belts are used, you may stuff a gazillion people into your car.
...you're dead if you wander into Mat Rempit territory.
...I hate ants.
...particularly in KL, if you leave work at 5pm, you reach home at 5.30pm. If you leave at 6pm, you reach home at 9pm.
...pedestrians need 2 umbrellas on a rainy day. One above the head, and one at the side.
...traffic lights don't exist to motorcyclists.
...yellow boxes with the big X in them are also just decorations.
...a laptop left in the car is as good as gone.
...when an accident occurs and you're bleeding by your car, people stop and get down from their cars to stare at you.
...one finger 'salutes' are normal.
...spoiled traffic lights ease up traffic jams.
...the white arrows on the roads indicating road directions for motorists to follow do not apply to motorcyclists.
...thieves steal your nice nice cars to tear them up into pieces.
...motorcyclists are really invincible.
...when a car bangs into your car, you speed off, because they're really just gonna rob you.
...speed limits are really speed minimums.
Only on Malaysian roads... only on Malaysian roads...
And it's another win in the bag!!
It's been ages since I last posted something up, partly due to assignments and commitments at various departments of my life, but anywhoo, here's an update!WE'VE WON THE CNCJETSET COMPETITION!!! (for details of the competition, please read the post before this :)
Thanks Shalom and Please Lah for letting me in on this competition with you two! If it weren't for the both of you, i wouldn't have even heard about this. And I know that i didn't really and couldn't really contribute much (because practically everything was already done!), but I thank you for letting me in on your plans (and prizes) as well :) BIG HUGGIES FOR THE EXTRA SISTERS!!!!
And to everyone who voted, THANKS A MILLION B MILLION C MILLION!!!
And to those who helped to get votes, THANKS A 3llion 4llion and 5llion!!
You guys are to awesome!!! XD
Friday, February 26, 2010
Yet Another One.
The contest fever is back again!!!
This time, it's a Johnson & Johnson - Clean & Clear contest, where the grand prize winner gets to win a free holiday (flight tickets for 4 and accommodation) to any destination in the ASEAN region, and a whole bunch of other stuff!! ^.^ We just had to submit a video of me and my BFF (can you believe it, i'm actually using the 'BFF' term) on our dream holiday, make believe of course.
Judging criteria is 50% the Organiser and 50% public vote (yes, i know you're tired of voting for contests, but pretty pretty please?~*). The way to vote is to rate the video which has been uploaded on Youtube under the 'cncjetset' channel. You'd need to have a youtube account to do this. If you have gmail, signing up for one is a whole lot easier - just requires you to choose a username and set your date of birth, and you're good to go!
Do vote for us (Anna and Priscilla)!! We'd thoroughly appreciate it =D
Vote here!
And I've to give full credit to Priscilla and Sharon Lim and their manz for actually doing EVERYTHING. I didn't do anything at all. Well, at least not much. Like, really not much. They thought of the idea, made the props and puppets and stuff, did the editing, etc etc etc. I'm just here to lend them my age :P
Huh?
The max age to join this contest is 21. Initially the Lim sistaz were doing it together, but after reading the terms and conditions again they realised that one of them wasn't eligible! Since i'm still technically 21, and since the trip entitles the winners to 4 flight tickets (2 for the participants, 2 for their guardians 21 years old and above) which means that the ineligible sister can still go as a guardian if we win, they roped me in :)
So thank you extra sisters!! All credit goes to you two and your hard work!! Sorry i couldn't/didn't do much :(
Anyways.
Remember. Vote here!
Muchos Gracias!!
This time, it's a Johnson & Johnson - Clean & Clear contest, where the grand prize winner gets to win a free holiday (flight tickets for 4 and accommodation) to any destination in the ASEAN region, and a whole bunch of other stuff!! ^.^ We just had to submit a video of me and my BFF (can you believe it, i'm actually using the 'BFF' term) on our dream holiday, make believe of course.
Judging criteria is 50% the Organiser and 50% public vote (yes, i know you're tired of voting for contests, but pretty pretty please?~*). The way to vote is to rate the video which has been uploaded on Youtube under the 'cncjetset' channel. You'd need to have a youtube account to do this. If you have gmail, signing up for one is a whole lot easier - just requires you to choose a username and set your date of birth, and you're good to go!
Do vote for us (Anna and Priscilla)!! We'd thoroughly appreciate it =D
Vote here!
And I've to give full credit to Priscilla and Sharon Lim and their manz for actually doing EVERYTHING. I didn't do anything at all. Well, at least not much. Like, really not much. They thought of the idea, made the props and puppets and stuff, did the editing, etc etc etc. I'm just here to lend them my age :P
Huh?
The max age to join this contest is 21. Initially the Lim sistaz were doing it together, but after reading the terms and conditions again they realised that one of them wasn't eligible! Since i'm still technically 21, and since the trip entitles the winners to 4 flight tickets (2 for the participants, 2 for their guardians 21 years old and above) which means that the ineligible sister can still go as a guardian if we win, they roped me in :)
So thank you extra sisters!! All credit goes to you two and your hard work!! Sorry i couldn't/didn't do much :(
Anyways.
Remember. Vote here!
Muchos Gracias!!
Friday, February 12, 2010
A Random Story
In the attic where the medals and plaques lay, 'displayed' obscurely in a place where no one can admire, speaking of past glories and of days of old in which they stood for someone who was in their proudest moments, which have all come to nothing but a mere memory or a mention on the lips, she lays down the box.
She pans the room, taking in all that's in it, realising that she's now at that stage - a stage where she never thought she'd ever be at. Fury. Disgruntled. Discouraged. A sense of loss. Thoughts and emotions that engulfed her at that very moment. She shakes her head, trying to convince herself that she's doing the right thing while denying any sense of desire in her to continue the dream that began in her since she was a little girl. Refusing to admit that this is a mere moment of weakness, she storms her way down to retrieve what's left of it.
The one who had blown the fuse in her head was out of sight, probably in an equal state of emotion, but perhaps, more than anything else, feeling unappreciated and angry for the thankless-ness. After all that's been given to fuel the passion in the girl and the dream that has stayed with her all this while, this is how repayment is made - with shouts of angry, heartless words accompanying the stern refusing of her little request. Well, little in her opinion. She knew that the dream was being lived out in the girl who was aware of it, and eventually shared it. But the thing that she didn't realise was that what she really wanted was her dream to be the one that came to life, with the girl's taking the back seat.
As the girl haphazardly packs what remains into the box, she wipes off the sweat and the tears that were forming. You see, she really thought she could find pleasure, and perhaps a future, in the tinkling of the black and white keys. She devoted the past 17 years of her life to this, and had plans to bring it to a whole new playing field. But having been denied the pleasure, inspiration and the encouragement that's been horribly needed for several months now, with the 'little requests' taking precedence everytime she had just started, she couldn't take it any longer. She probably felt like she was taken for a ride - tricked into thinking that all this was really for her; tricked into imagining that she could get better, go further, reach higher - when in fact all this seemed like they were just to fulfill someone else's unfulfilled dreams.
Remembering how, at one point of her journey, the dream almost fell out, and what kept her in was one moment that she had to herself - one moment of badly needed encouragement which she could give to herself with just that uninterrupted space and time - she breaks into tears. All that high.... probably just illusions, she tells herself.
Like a ballet dancer who hangs up her ballet shoes after an injury, perhaps putting them on again every once in a while just to bring herself back to that season in which she was in her element, but yet knowing that she'll no longer pursue it professionally, the girl inserts the last of the files - the hanging of her 'piano fingers', if you may.
No more. No longer. That's the end of it, she says.
She commits musical suicide.
She pans the room, taking in all that's in it, realising that she's now at that stage - a stage where she never thought she'd ever be at. Fury. Disgruntled. Discouraged. A sense of loss. Thoughts and emotions that engulfed her at that very moment. She shakes her head, trying to convince herself that she's doing the right thing while denying any sense of desire in her to continue the dream that began in her since she was a little girl. Refusing to admit that this is a mere moment of weakness, she storms her way down to retrieve what's left of it.
The one who had blown the fuse in her head was out of sight, probably in an equal state of emotion, but perhaps, more than anything else, feeling unappreciated and angry for the thankless-ness. After all that's been given to fuel the passion in the girl and the dream that has stayed with her all this while, this is how repayment is made - with shouts of angry, heartless words accompanying the stern refusing of her little request. Well, little in her opinion. She knew that the dream was being lived out in the girl who was aware of it, and eventually shared it. But the thing that she didn't realise was that what she really wanted was her dream to be the one that came to life, with the girl's taking the back seat.
As the girl haphazardly packs what remains into the box, she wipes off the sweat and the tears that were forming. You see, she really thought she could find pleasure, and perhaps a future, in the tinkling of the black and white keys. She devoted the past 17 years of her life to this, and had plans to bring it to a whole new playing field. But having been denied the pleasure, inspiration and the encouragement that's been horribly needed for several months now, with the 'little requests' taking precedence everytime she had just started, she couldn't take it any longer. She probably felt like she was taken for a ride - tricked into thinking that all this was really for her; tricked into imagining that she could get better, go further, reach higher - when in fact all this seemed like they were just to fulfill someone else's unfulfilled dreams.
Remembering how, at one point of her journey, the dream almost fell out, and what kept her in was one moment that she had to herself - one moment of badly needed encouragement which she could give to herself with just that uninterrupted space and time - she breaks into tears. All that high.... probably just illusions, she tells herself.
Like a ballet dancer who hangs up her ballet shoes after an injury, perhaps putting them on again every once in a while just to bring herself back to that season in which she was in her element, but yet knowing that she'll no longer pursue it professionally, the girl inserts the last of the files - the hanging of her 'piano fingers', if you may.
No more. No longer. That's the end of it, she says.
She commits musical suicide.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Nothing short of amazing.
Taken from here (dailychilli.com) dated Dec 30, 2009.
Women 'dies' for four minutes during childbirth
Mike Hermanstorfer was clutching his pregnant wife's hand in a Colorado hospital on Christmas Eve when she stopped breathing, her life apparently slipping away.
Awesome. I almost cried reading this article :P
Women 'dies' for four minutes during childbirth
Mike Hermanstorfer was clutching his pregnant wife's hand in a Colorado hospital on Christmas Eve when she stopped breathing, her life apparently slipping away.
Then he cradled his newborn son's limp body seconds after a medical team delivered the baby by Cesarean section.
Minutes later he saw his son show signs of life in his arms under the feverish attention of doctors, and soon he learned his wife had inexplicably started breathing again.
"My legs went out from underneath me," Hermanstorfer said Tuesday. "I had everything in the world taken from me, and in an hour and a half I had everything given to me."
Hermanstorfer's wife, Tracy, went into cardiac arrest and stopped breathing during labor on Thursday, said Dr. Stephanie Martin, a maternal fetal medicine specialist at Memorial Hospital in Colorado Springs, Colorado, where the Hermanstorfers had gone for the birth of their son.
"She had no signs of life. No heartbeat, no blood pressure, she wasn't breathing," said Martin, who had rushed to Hermanstorfer's room to help. "The baby was, it was basically limp, with a very slow heart rate."
After their miraculous recovery, both mother and the baby, named Coltyn, appear healthy with no signs of problems, Martin said.
She said she cannot explain the mother's cardiac arrest or the recovery.
"We did a thorough evaluation and can't find anything that explains why this happened," she said.
Mike Hermanstorfer credits "the hand of God."
"We are both believers ... but this right here, even a nonbeliever - you explain to me how this happened. There is no other explanation," he said.
Asked about divine intervention, Martin said, "Wherever I can get the help, I'll take it."
Tracy Hermanstorfer, 33, was getting prepped for childbirth at the hospital Thursday morning and her 37-year-old husband was by her side when she began to feel sleepy and laid back in her bed.
"She literally stopped breathing and her heart stopped," her husband said. Pandemonium erupted as doctors and nurses tried to revive her with chest compressions and a breathing tube, but nothing worked.
"I was holding her hand when we realized she was gone," Hermanstorfer said. "My entire life just rolled out."
Doctors told him, "We're going to take your son out now. We have been unable to revive her and we're going to take your son out," he recalled.
After the Cesarean section, some of the team rushed his wife to the operating room while the others attended to Coltyn.
"They hand him to me, he's absolutely lifeless," Hermanstorfer said. The doctors went to work on Coltyn as Hermanstorfer held him, and soon he began to breath.
"His life began in my hands," Hermanstorfer said. "That's a feeling like none other. Life actually began in the palm of my hands."
Martin said Tracy Hermanstorfer's pulse returned even before she was wheeled out of the room and into surgery. She estimates Hermanstorfer had no heartbeat for about four minutes.
Hermanstorfer remembers getting sleepy and closing her eyes in her hospital bed, then awakening in the intensive care unit.
Friends have asked if she saw a light or had other experiences described by others who have survived near-death experiences, but she didn't.
"I just felt like I was asleep," she said.
When doctors told her what happened, "I'm like, 'Holy cow, was it that bad? Wow."'
The Hermanstorfers returned Monday to their home in Security, just outside Colorado Springs, south of Denver.
Both Mike and Tracy Hermanstorfer worry that she might have a recurrence. Martin said she can't offer the Hermanstorfers much advice because she doesn't know what caused the original problem.
On Tuesday, the couple celebrated a delayed Christmas with their 3-year-old son Kanyen and Tracy Hermanstorfer's 11-year-old son, Austin, from her previous marriage.
She plans to tell Coltyn about his birth when he's old enough to understand.
"I'll tell him everything ... that he's my miracle baby. That he had a tough time coming into this world, that he's my miracle baby and he's still here with us," she said.
She said Austin is worried and confused but the experience is improving his already-close relationship with Mike Hermanstorfer, his stepfather.
Kanyen doesn't understand much except that doctors had to work on his mom in the hospital, she said. His reaction was, "OK, we got the baby, let's go home now." - AP
Awesome. I almost cried reading this article :P
Saturday, January 2, 2010
The Shopaholic Star Search Contest
I won. Hee :)
When the contest details first came out, i couldn't sleep that night. Was too caught up thinking about what to do, how to do it, how to give what they're asking for, and how to be different - that was my strategy. I kept telling myself that "your imagination is your limit".When it came to shooting the pictures, it wasn't so smooth sailing either. One thing i had to consider was the natural lighting. I only had about 2 weeks to snap the pictures, but i had to work on weekdays (which means I can't get the afternoon lighting then), which left me with the weekends. I figured that I had to get all 15 shots (that I was planning to edit into a single picture) done in one sitting to avoid getting different lighting. Besides that, I had to plan what outfit-hair-accessory combination to wear in accordance with the characteristic each photo was going to portray. Then I thought it wise to determine the order of the 'photoshoot' to be able to get it done in optimum time (eg: do same hair-styled photos in a row). I even typed out a table/checklist of sorts to organize my thoughts! And for the other picture, I took about an hour and a half to create the 'set'. Tiring, I tell you, more so since I was having a bad case of the flu and a slight fever.
Then when the results were com-ing out, I couldn't sleep again. Anxiety got the best of me. When the screen was in front of me, I kept clicking the refresh button to see if there were any latest updates.
Finally, when the results came out...
:)
It was all worth it.
It was all worth it.
Just wanna say a big thanks to:
- Sha-Lene for organising this contest and having to go through the troublesome process of getting the sponsors, blogging about the contest details, accepting the entries, posting them up, counting the votes and announcing the winners. It must have been a handful for you! But thanks so so so very much for this =)
- The Sponsors: The Kooky Thing, Agape Boutique, Arabian Nites, Kawaii Store, Mia and Mika, Itsy Beadsy, PattyBelle, Pebbles, Chaz Boutique and I Love Wonderland for voting for my pictures and sponsoring the wonderful prizes! (hee... free publicity for you guys here :P)
- The Readers/Voters (the bf, the bf's sister, the sister and the mom, amongst others-whom-I-don't-know-but-really-appreciate) for seeing something in my pictures and casting your votes for it :)
- The Photographers, Daniel and Esther, for taking the time off to help me with this contest :)
Thanks so much, you guys, for everything!
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