Collection of favourite travel and life photos
This is the last compilation of the favourite travel and life photos series. Actually there are more, but my patience is only up to this…It has been a fun ride using picasa to do the special effects of the three collages.
I am really capable of “wasting” my time doing all these… ha ha.
Collection of travel photos
The compilation series is meant to be as a milestone, to start something new (and more organized) and to end something old like this messy old blog.
Collection of travel photos
This is the first of the three random compilations of some of my favourite travel photos.
I snapped the bottom right photo in a Yamaha concert, if I remember correctly, at Petaling Jaya civic hall. I especially like this photo due to the right timing of flash. The flash was a fluke.
I started this blog with the intention to be anonymous.
Being anonymous allows me to write freely, showing-off my words and photos freely, not worrying about being judged, etc. I even switched off the visitor’s comment. No one can have a say in this blog, as this blog is my own space of free speech. People can hate me reading my words but too bad, this blog is my place. I won’t give them a chance to comment. I don’t have to care about readers who disagree with me.
Somehow along the way I violated my own principle for moment of vanity and I linked this blog to my facebook account. There are people that I care about. I care about how they judged me. I care about how I am being seen by the people that matter to me. It become no longer fun to show and update this blog for I know my words, thoughts and writing styles can be too blunt and raw to be desirable.
Same thing for FB. My friend list had bloated with so many so-so friends, colleagues and friends that matter that there is no longer fun to write about many issues in the posts. For every post I need to stop and think before I post. It has unconsciously become a tiring process of maintaining an online identity or, in a more accurate word, image. What makes it worst is my recent outburst of nostalgia posts. 
Very embarrassing, but well, I asked for it. Hope I get back to normal soon.
I am cutting the link between my FB account and this blog. I still can write my opinions, but not on FB. Bye bye FB. I am removing my website info from FB too. A while later, nobody will remember I ever have a blog. This blog can remain as the outlet of my thoughts.
May be back to handwriting journal, but blog somehow is more fun with my many photos.
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update: errr but just realised, I put my Mt Kinabalu blog at chwh and all the photo in FB with chwh domain names needed to be removed.
How to go back to anonymous at cool head warm heart now?
Got to start a new life journal blog now.
I knew since long ago that it is not so much about the nature, but it is about the walking.
May be walking through the city, may be walking up the mountain, may be along the beach, etc. but it is always about the walk and the mindless walk.
For rare times in life, I would not think but simply walk.
You can be cynical, but to me it is heart warming to see the couple kissed twice. May the Prince and the Princess (Officially: Her Royal Highness Princess William of Wales, or of course, Duchess of Cambridge) live happily ever after.
Their role is to keep hope of a fairy tale alive for the world. Their responsibility is to live happily ever after. May their life be blessed with happiness and joys.
I remember watching TV live the royal wedding of Prince Charles and Princess Diana. I remember watching TV live the shock event of car accident in Paris on 31 August 1997. I believe, this time, it will be different.
Not a particularly beautiful voice. But it is a mesmerizing song and her voice simply suits this song well.
Another video of the same song with a very different color tone. In blue.
Just piano music at the background. So nice.
Met two ex-colleagues, which are now friends, yesterday for evening coffee. Comically we told each others how bad each of our work situations turned out to be. All of us are having problems with bosses. 
We worked closely during our time in investment bank. One of them is INTJ. The other one is ISFJ. And me, an INTP. Strangely, I think I worked particularly well with the INTJ, who is logical, straight forward, responsible and the no-nonsense type. Her discipline is top notch. I always take her as my role model in this area.
It is interesting to hear her talking about how she enjoys power at work (well, NT always enjoy power, particularly xNTJ) and fought with some office assholes.
We ended up talking about what we want to do in the future. When I told them my “artistic pursuit” outside working hours, both of them had a real good laugh and sympathetically assured me that what I want to do can happen.
Well, I’d never doubt that.
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I saw a comment in fb from an old friend. I found myself still carrying the guilt toward the person. In my teenage years, I was (may be still “am”) too casual in my words and actions and was oblivious about the impacts on others.
There are memories that I wish to bury away due to guilt, this is one of them. Of course, the person probably think the incident is so insignificant that does not worth a thought now. But I am not sure if I should even attempt to request to add the person in FB friend list. Sigh! Better don’t risk possible rejection.
I shall still continue to carry the guilt for a while.
But I am truly glad to see the person doing so well in both career and family.
She wrote this for Michael Jackson.
This is particularly melodious due to the orchestra’s string family at the background.
My FB friends probably bored of all my links to Amy’s concert videos.
But I just need to note this down in my blog and I will not forget this song.
How does it sound to mix classical orchestra and rock band together? Listen to Amy’s Luxemburg concert.
Last year, I walked passed a music shop at KLIA airport inside the departure area, I believe. I heard this song. I walked in looking for the CD and was told it was the last copy and it was not for sell. I note down the name of the song and the artist, it was “This is the life” by Amy MacDonald. After a while, I almost forgot her last name “MacDonald”, just remembered there was something called Amy or “Kentucky” something.
It is not just the music, I actually like her lyrics like this one:
What Happiness Means To Me
Maybe in the start we would laugh
Maybe in the end we would cry
But I believe in every book I’ve ever read
And what you said
And the moon was in the sky
And the tears did fill my eyes
And the momories they all had passed
But in my head they’ll always last
And in the end before I could be
I’d shown the world
What it means to me
Believe it or not, I made them see
This is what happiness means to me
Will I ever see your face again
Will I ever touch your skin
I’ll never stop loving everything you do
But not me and you
And the moon was in the sky
And the tears did fill my eyes
And the memories they all had passed
But in my head they’ll always last
And in the end before I could be
I’d shown the world
What it means to me
Believe it or not, I made them see
This is what happiness means to me
And in the end, I made them see
This is what happiness means to me