i don’t do so well with change.
when there’s no closure to relationships.
when good intentions are mixed with emotions.
when it’s time to move to the next level.
i’ll get lost. mind keeps wondering.
sometimes, expectations unmet and deemed disappointment.
oh .change.
Walking along the beach, is like a therapy.
I’m greatly reminded that the people I meet are REAL.
Here, we’re dealing with LIVES.
And every life, is precious in His sight.
one of the things i wanna do before i die:
watch wayang kulit and try making patung wayang kulit.
missed the opportunity to do that when my group mates went to Kelantan during CNY. we did a topic about wayang kulit for SHE (some hubungan ethnik subject). it’s an interesting topic!
yes, so it means i can get to travel to the east coast in Peninsular Malaysia for the second time :D
you’re worth more than a cup of tea.
the time spent, the conversations made and the laughter triggered.
valued. treasured. cherished.
an example of a choice made, and a life lived.
you..
are truly blessed.
”You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.” (Ps 23:5)
even before seeing you, i’ve already learnt and cried a lot.
tired eyes, tired emotions.
Lord, I’m left with nothing, but You.
That’s probably my favourite line of the day when yellow flooded Padang Kota.
Yes, almost half to three thirds of the field was filled past 2 pm. A few of us who went decided to take a bus there instead of driving and being stuck in the jam and finding a place to park.. which on an average day itself would be so hard to find parking.
It was drizzling, on and off, but we were all sited down. It kinda officially started when more people settled down, and the speeches were given. They only had two hailers and from where I was sitting, I couldn’t really hear what they were saying in front. I told my friend, “Since we made it all the way here, might as well move in front to hear better.”
We got up. Walked in front, and a few people behind went, “Du-duk, du-duk!” Yeah, they did that to anyone who stood up and for those bigger groups of people who were standing, the crowd (including me) cheered “Du-duk, du-duk!”. Simply because it was Duduk dan Bantah and if they stood people can’t see from behind. 
The opening speech was also a symbolic act, where yellow balloons were released after each demand was explained. It was actually pretty cool and nice to see so many yellow balloons flying up.
I think the highlight of the day was the speech by Lim Guan Eng, Chief Minister of Penang. Everyone suddenly wanted to hear him speak, compared to the ones before him. The crowd randomly shouted, “Bersih, Bersih!” while people were speaking in front. Sounds disrespectful, but well, they couldn’t hear from behind. Everyone behind was just noisy, and everyone turned quiet when Lim Guan Eng asked everyone to keep quiet if they wanted to hear him.
It was my first time seeing him in real life. He looked younger and fresher. Probably also because he recently had a hair cut. Overall, he’s a funny guy. Countless times throughout his speech, my friend and I found ourselves laughing. Funny truths. Haha. Some of what I remembered (along the lines of):
“Mari kita laungkan ‘Bersih’ kuat-kuat, sampai ke Putrajaya. Biar Rosmah dengar!”
“Kita hendak Pengerusi SPR bukan dari UMNO. Sebab mereka orang UMNO. Kita pun tau mau Pengerusi SPR dari PKR, PAS atau DAP. Pengerusi SPR tidak boleh mempunyai hubungan dengan mana-mana parti politik.”
He counted to 3, and all of us shouted “Bersih!” as loud as we all could. We did it for a few times. It was wow. Simply amazing to hear everyone”s united voice, after hearing a few times of disintegrated chants.
By 3 pm it ended with Negaraku, our national anthem. It has been a pretty long time since I sang that. I picked up the newspaper I sat on (the grass was wet) and that newspaper was given to me by a kind soul behind me. While picking it up, I just said, “Bersih, Bersih.” When I looked at the person who gave me the newspaper’s place, she was gone, leaving behind her newspaper on the grass. I was a little disappointed, but come to think of it, I didn’t pick hers up either.
Later on I saw people holding garbage bags. Which I thought was great of them to do so. Talk about change.
Anyway, Penang’s Bersih 3.0 was really creative. They had people dressing up in masks and white gowns holding large IC cardboards, against phantom voters. The names and address were funky names and places. And yes, many people took pictures with them after it was over.
Some random pics:
Lady who walked around holding this..
Signing the banner..
Few of us who went..
Quoting my lecturer, it felt like a carnival. It was as if people came for an afternoon picnic. Easy and relaxed, fun and happy. I enjoyed cheering and simply observing. Also quoting someone (read it on Loyar Burok), that if only National Day were to be just like this. And I add, instead of going to shopping malls. Spending time together with fellow Malaysians who care for their country. Wouldn’t it be nice?
I think it would =)
weekly assignments. only to find out how limited my creativity can be.
a good weekend spent with people who love people.
we left all our assignments behind in USM, and holiday-ed.
my friend from Cambodia, Chamrouen, came to Penang for a two week training. few of us hanged out with him, stayed at his place.. which was sooo nice. bathing with hot water, sitting on the couch and eating dinner on the dining felt so homely.
all good things come to an end. so does this.
back to reality. tomorrow chinese test, this friday assignment dateline. saturday bersih. bring it ON!
caught.
yes, the sun has caught up with me.
i’m heating up, only to be left more clueless.
had a week’s break back in Kluang.
it has been a hard time, trying to focus on my assignment and wanting to chill.
if i were to give a word to sum up my week, it would be: skeletons.
i find myself back to my ‘old’ self. quiet, reserved. only this time, i couldn’t be bothered. i was fine with it.. i enjoyed listening, i enjoyed just listening.
yet at the same time, i ask myself why. partly, i feel, is experiencing and finally acknowledging that people change. people move on.
for the first time, i’m leaving the last. haha. and watching people leave.. isn’t it just part of life? we come and we go. well, i thought so, and missed the opportunity to give my good friend a hug before she left and say goodbye to another good friend.
driving home, i just realised how many opportunities i’ve missed to be a blessing to others instead of wanting people to be a blessing to me. i’ve traded blessings for a blessing.
and that’s what i do when i get distracted.
that’s how i get distracted so easily.
haha.
holidays=assignments.
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