Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Stay Strong

Demi Lovato shared with Seventeen a couple of songs from her "stay strong" playlist. Have a look (and a listen):

1. We All Need Saving - Jon McLaughlin

2. Not Afraid - Eminem

3. Word of God Speak - MercyMe

4. A Change is Gonna Come - Sam Cooke

5. Strong Enough - Stacie Orrico

6. Surrender - Barlow Girl

7. Beautiful - Bethany Dillon

The "Skyscraper" belter entered rehab a year ago and has since overcome her struggle with depression, bulimia and self-cutting. Interestingly, four of the seven songs points to the Christian faith (in blue). And the one in bold has reached an almost anthemic status with me.

Friday, December 23, 2011

Gladly

It goes without saying that if I should ever find myself with a knife pressed to my throat, urging me to denounce my seven-year devotion towards the country-crooning, God-fearing, goose bump-inducing, Carrie Underwood (some might even add mouth-watering) and pledge my allegiance to Taylor Swift instead (or any other country crooner for that matter), let it be known that I won't be sporting a turtle neck for the occasion.

Excuse the bloody allegory, but here's why.

In the immediate video below, Underwood can be seen (and more importantly, heard) belting out the chorus to "Blessed Be Your Name"! As in "Blessed Be Your Name" by Matt Redman, as in "Blessed Be Your Name" - the one tearfully sung during my friend's wake, as in "Blessed Be Your Name" - one of my life's most pivotal pick-me-up anthems, as in "Blessed Be Your Name" - "Blessed Be Your Name"!


I know, I know. You're thinking yeah sure, that's pretty cool. But surely that doesn't call for all that self-sacrificing commitment bull earlier. I suppose you're right.

Still, it's such an amazing thing to see your favourite artiste singing a song like that. Now of course she did "How Great Thou Art", but "Blessed Be Your Name"? That's close to home.

So fine, you don't think the first video was that big of a deal. But if you think that's all the ammo I've got in my arsenal, you couldn't be further from the truth. Watch the next one!


I KNOW RIGHT!

Underwood stars as a youth group leader in the feature film, "Soul Surfer" (both videos are from the film), based on the life of Bethany Hamilton, a champion surfer who manages with only one arm.

And that whole life perspective thing? Complete with Scripture verse some more!

*Giggles*

I hate being called a "fanboy" for anything, but for Underwood, I'd say, "gladly".

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Lay It Down


I've been lookin' till my eyes are tired of lookin'
Listenin' till my ears are numb from listenin'
Prayin' till my knees are sore from kneelin' on the bedroom floor
I know that you know that my heart is achin'
I'm running out of tears and my will is breakin'
I don't think that I can carry the burden of it anymore
All of my hopes and my dreams and my best laid plans,
Are slowly slippin' through my folded hands

Chorus:
So I'm gonna lay it down
I'm gonna learn to trust You now
What else can I do
Everything I am depends on You
And if the sun don't come back up
I know Your love would be enough
I'm gonna let it be, I'm gonna let it go,
I'm gonna lay it down

I've been walkin' through this world like I'm barely livin'
Buried in the doubt of this hole I've been diggin'
But You're pullin' me out
I'm finally breathin' in the open air
This room may be dark but I'm finally seein'
There's a new ray of hope, and now I'm believin'
That the past is past, and the future's beginning to look brighter now
Oh, cause all of my hopes and my dreams and my best laid plans
Are safe and secure when I place them in Your hands

"Lay It Down"
by Jaci Velasquez

**

Christian recording artist, Jaci Velasquez, found herself literally "kneeling on her bedroom floor", reeling from a painful divorce that ended her almost two-year "dream" marriage.

Add to that the pressure of living up to her prominent Christian artist status, besides being an outspoken True Love Waits advocate - all of which would now find itself caught in the same sentence with the adjective "divorced".

"...The painful truth is that our marriage didn't work out. I've had such a difficult time with this. My heart hurt so badly that I felt like I wanted to crawl under a rock and just die. I can't say that I have ever felt such pain before. My heart literally felt like it was breaking in half," Velasquez confessed.

Though all of Christendom (and perhaps herself) seemed to be against her, that would not be the end of Velasquez.

"Lay It Down" became a life anthem for the Latin American vocal powerhouse. She belts out the second chorus in an unrestrained shout to her God above, revealing a weathered rasp in her voice - and in my opinion - an even weathered soul.

Velasquez is now a happily remarried 32-year-old mother since the song's release in 2005.

When I first heard it all those years back, I knew I had to keep it close to my heart, because I knew some day, like today, I would need it.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

A Skin-ny Hope

Now if you've met or known me, you'd know that I have pretty bad acne / acne scars since forever (like Form 4-5). And if I struck you as unaffected by it, you're dead wrong.

Sometimes I think I compensate the fact that I have undesired skin by developing a desired personality - so at least I won't be known as the acne-ridden guy, but instead, the funny guy or the chatty guy or whatever else. Of course I'm not saying that I pretend or act funnily for this reason (in fact I never really regarded it that way), but I think because I naturally am the way I am, it takes the focus off my acne - at least I hope.

Anyway, I stumbled upon this Youtube video, and boy, I listened to her story / tutorial in rapt attention. Nineteen-year-old, Cassandra Bankson wakes up each day, deploys an arsenal of make-up on her face, before stepping out onto her front porch for the world to see.

On this day, Bankson does just the opposite.

Stepping boldly before a webcam, Bankson undoes her make-up, revealing an acne laden skin, and layer by layer, she demonstrates her daily foundation routine for flawless skin, all for the world to see - over two million so far.


You can see her "bimbo-ish facade" (for the lack of a better word) immediately melting away from when she was wearing her make-up at first - I felt bad for judging her initially. At one point, she got a bit misty-eyed. Of course, it wasn't just her skin that was grazed, it was her confidence.

What amazed me most wasn't so much the transformation (though her skin did look "flawless", as promised), but her ability to remain hopeful. Bankson scoured the web and whipped up a tonne of research while paying visits to dermatologists and trying everything out.

Bankson today is a model, how successful I don't know, but one can easily connect the dots. She dreams of not just attaining a flawless face but to one day, model. She is naturally pretty but we all know that that's still a long shot for someone without perfect skin - at least that's what I thought before I saw this.

She hoped, as slim - or in her case, as skin-ny - hope may be.

Monday, December 5, 2011

The Unheard Original Rendition of Disney's Mulan

Well, it's not exactly unheard (the video already garnered over 500,000 Youtube views so far) but I doubt a lot of us would go searching for the original rendition - unless you have the time or even the thought.

If you're a Mulan fan like me, this is bound to make your heart skip.

Yes, it's true. There is a verse and a chorus that is different from the movie and the one belted by Christina.

In the video, Lea Salonga, the movie's original singer (an absolute legend, she was also the voice for "A Whole New World" & "Colours of the Wind"), gives a back story as to what happened to the original song - but now without giving us a hint of her resentment against the Disney producers, cloaked by a tonne of wit and a sense of humour of course.

Without further ado, terimalah, Lea Salonga, dengan lagu yang akan didendangkannya, "Refleksi".


"Reflection"
by Lea Salonga

Look at me, I will never pass for a perfect bride, or a perfect daughter,
Can it be, I'm not meant to play this part,
Now I see, that if I were truly to be myself, I would break my family's heart.

Who is that girl I see, staring straight back at me,
Why is my reflection someone I don't know?
Somehow I cannot hide, who I am, though I've tried,
When will my reflection show, who I am, inside?
When will my reflection show, who I am, inside?

How I pray, that a time will come I can free myself,
And meet their expectations,
On that day, I'll discover some way to be myself,
And to make my family proud.

They want a docile lamb,
No one knows who I am,
Must there be a secret me I'm forced to hide?
Must I pretend that I'm someone else for all time?
When will my reflection show, who I am, inside?
When will my reflection show, who I am, inside?

The part that got me most was, "They want a docile lamb, no one knows who I am..." So beautifully phrased!

Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.

I need to go now - to be myself!

Crowned: A Look at the New Miss Universe Malaysia 2012

So we crowned our new Miss Universe 2012.

Now of course I know this news is so yesterday (10 November 2011 to be exact). But I thought I'd cook up a post anyway to end what I started earlier here.

The show was... let's just say, it barely lived up to all the promises of the usual pageantry and pomp that comes with a beauty contest like this. The organisation's first attempt at broadcasting a live show was evident, but for the same reason, forgiveable. Despite the less than enchanting show - at one point, one could not help but wonder whether the show was set to crown the new Miss Universe Malaysia or to get viewers to sashay from left to right at a Dayang Nurfaizah concert (the songstress filled up all the performance slots, belting out 3-4 songs throughout the night, and oddly, none of them were hers) - a winner emerged.

Clad in a pink, Bill Keith number, Kimberley Ann Estrop-Leggett took home the crown, sweeping along the Miss Photogenic title and the Nestle Fitnesse Award.

A close-up of the new Miss Universe Malaysia 2o12, flanked by 2011 winner Deborah Henry

During the Final Question & Answer, Leggett was asked, "Malaysia is a multi-racial country, with different people, with different religions, beliefs and systems. How do you think we can strengthen our unity and keep the country in harmony?"

"I believe following the Malaysian national motto which is "Bersekutu Bertambah Mutu", that we all should unite together. For example, myself being of mixed racial background, I believe that what makes myself feel proud, being a Malaysian, is that we are a mix of backgrounds, we are a blend of cultures, and we all can sit together in a room like we are tonight and are celebrating our unity. Thank you," the 18-year-old Penangnite replied.

Upon closer inspection, Leggett technically did not answer the question, merely asserting the fact that Malaysians can come together in harmony, offering no suggestions as to how unity can be strengthened, as the question demanded.

Truth be told, given the circumstance, anyone would have been tongue-tied faced with a crowd hoping you'd do either exceedingly well (Kim-boleh supporters, as they call it), or hope you'd stumble midway in a sentence (of which another contestant unfortunately succumbed to).

Nonetheless, was her inability (at the heat of the moment) to hit the question on the nail, giving in to a case of verbal diarrhoea instead forgiveable? In other words, should she have won?

Honestly, I don't know.

The Final Q&A session gave only a measly 20% weightage in determining the overall winner. Had that percentage been dramatically higher, she would have easily lost the crown. Now don't get me wrong, I don't think she's intellectually-challenged or anything but she needs to improve on her ability to provide a clear, succinct answer when caught in a storm full of fiery darts. Let this be a lesson to all then (I know, like who am I to be showing the ropes right?).

But I guess, it boiled down to the remaining 80%. I admit, she was the most striking-looking (so much so that she reminds me of one of those girls who would do well in the Estee Lauder model search, with reference to her mixed ancestry). For some reason, it seems like she was dressed to win, the Bill Keith gown fitted her remarkably. The bright pink contrasted her pale porcelain skin while her hair, swept to right, brought an old school glamour while revealing the length of her neck.

Leggett taking her first walk as Miss Universe Malaysia

One thing concerns me though, I'm not sure if her mixed parentage would sit well with the judges at the upcoming Miss Universe 2012 - it could work either way. She may be at a disadvantage if the judges deem that her European features does not reflect her Malaysian locals or at an advantage if the judges opine that she reflected a universal appeal (it is Miss Universe after all), binding together attributes of the East and the West due to her Malaysian and British-Dutch ancestry.


For the sake of all Malaysians, let's hope it's the latter.

P/S: Below you'll find a string of runner-ups who for the first time, these runner-ups look like they were just as close to the crown as Leggett. These noteworthy ladies include:

3rd runner-up, Juanita Ramayah

We all thought she was going to clinch the 1st runner-up title, at the very least. Yes, very pretty. To me, she was the most likeable because she exuded a sense of humility (judging on the outside of course). Like she knew she was pretty but she was more shy about it than she was proud - and that for some reason, was very attractive. Facially, her beauty came through despite the heavy make-up on the gala night, but there was too much going on with her hair, the extensions added drama indeed but to a point where she could have roared and I would have passed her off as a lion without a doubt. Anyway, did I mention, she's a juniour doing the same course I did at Taylor's? Yes, don't mind the biasness.

2nd runner-up, Boon Lu Xanne

She was by far the most outstanding Chinese beauty in the pageant, attributed to her dimples perhaps - flown in from the Grand Canyon I suspect. At one point, I thought she might just win it. Her answer during the Final Q&A was confident, although her delivery could be improved. Styling wise, on the night, for some reason she didn't look as fresh-faced as I've seen her during the TV episodes before. Her face was framed by one of those voluminous sexy locks but it overpowered her delicate face, I felt. I like her here, with her hair slicked to the back.

1st runner-up, Gabriella Robinson

Robinson dominated the voting polls, with a landslide win of 50% (thereabout) of all SMS votes. Styling wise, I have so much to say. On the gala night, the team's styling did not do her beauty justice. Her hair was almost nightmare-ish (I exaggerate). It looked drab and lifeless. What happened to her freshly-cut bangs by A Cut Above weeks before? And her gown? The high neckline and bright-Chinese-New-Year- red tone added an "aunty-ness" to her already mature-looking features. If it's any consolation, she handled her Final Q&A rather well.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Perfect


Glee finally covered it! Doesn't top the original but oh well...

Monday, November 28, 2011

Thank You for the Words

Below is a poem written by a friend about, and for me.

No one has EVER written me a poem and I thought since it's the first (and possibly the only time) this happened, it truly is momentous for me. It means a lot to me. I just hope she doesn't mind... (Let me know if you do)

Have you pointed at someone and said, “He’s one of a kind”,
Well, I can say so, for this one friend of mine,
Once you meet him, I'm quite sure, you’ll never be the same,
And if you must know, Kenneth Chaw is this person’s name.

He smiles, he screams, and OCCASIONALLY pouts,
He’s someone special, there is no doubt,
To a dear friend of ours that’s going away,
Here’s a thing or two I want to say.

The recyclable bags you carry simply make you, you,
Your contagious laughter brings smiles that are nothing but true,
One of the warmest person I know, you’re everybody’s friend,
You’re often just a phone call away, ready to lend a hand.

You’re someone special, irreplaceable to many of us,
More valuable than gold, and silver, maybe even a Merce,
Thanks for all you’ve done for the CF, I’m glad to have served with you,
I highly doubt that many can do what you do.

Go reach those stars in life, whatever they may be,
Maybe a copywriter or who knows a sailor conquering the seas,
Whatever it is, know that you’re special and there’s no one like you,
I wish you the best, and pray God’s blessings in all that you do.

I know God will be with you in your days ahead,
And I know you’ll be great, having that said,
You’re truly awesome don’t you ever dare forget,
And don’t forget to call us, drop by and come for a chat!

I’m glad our paths have crossed,
I believe many would say the same,
Having shared conversations together
And jokes and punchlines, both funny and lame,

You have a heart for people, that really shows,
You’re a person who cares, and that, people know,
You have a way and are very gifted with words, that I have say,
Whether you’re MC-ing/sharing in CF or simply asking about a person’s day.

A person so sincere and who speaks with much heart,
It’s such a pity that we now have to part,
But I know greater things are in store for you,
So take those steps, and promise to stay the same too.

And if you ever change, here are conditions one and two,
First and foremost, do it only because it’s truly good for you,
And if that’s not the case, number two, change only because YOU want to.
This is my one humble request though change is good, it’s true,
Just please don’t change for no good reason, for I’d cry if you do.
For who else can be the special Kenneth we’ve grown to know and love, if not you and only you?

Just thought you should know that I’d miss you,
A person so fun, and lively, and with a big heart too,
I’ll remember you for a long time, of that I know,
So that’s just it, the few words from me to you before you really go.


by Lim May Zhen

***

I still remember that day. The poem was read out on the day I stepped down from some role I was in charge of (okayla, it wasn't just some role, I've learned a lot from it), and she read it out loud to the audience.

I sat among the audience, chuckling on references made about my fashion choices i.e. recycling bags and got almost teary-eyed about that change bit (in blue).

Thank you for the words, May Zhen. This is for those times when I'm tempted to bask in self-loathe and it helps just to remember that there is someone out there who believes in me.

Thank you.

The Other Half

You know the moment you meet a close friend that you haven't met after a really long time? And he/she introduces you to... the other half?

And it can go either way. You either totally love this person or have those what-on-earth-is-my-friend-thinking moment?

Over the weekend, I had one such situation. And I kid you not, within the first five seconds, I totally, completely, radically, thoroughly, wholeheartedly loved my friend's other half (who shall remain anonymous since I realise the world has been getting smaller, albeit reaching the 7th billion mark weeks ago).

I was so happy for my friend, the moment TOH ("the other half") left the car for a bit, I immediately burst out in praise and affirmation! TOH was so genuine, oozed with goodness, and there's a simpleness about TOH that I feel balances out my friend's complexity. HAHA!

I think I have an amazing friend (it's one of those friends that when I think I "high school", I think this friend) and I believe this friend deserves an amazing person. And TOH is amazing.

It's moments like these that I feel like having an other half so badly!

It just amazes me how having known pretty much everything about my friend (back then) i.e. hopes, dreams, fears, insecurities, everything, and how we'd often wonder what kind of person we'd end up with, and now, seeing my friend with this person, I couldn't be more happy.

P/S: I don't think my own friend gushes about her TOH as much as I did but I got so excited I spent the time lying on my bed, while waiting till I dozed off, planning my friend's life out with TOH -where they'd live, the kind of jobs they'd take, the kind of parents they'd be. Sigh...

Would It Make Sense...

Would it make sense if I said I wanted a friend who is only mine, and no one else's?

Would it make sense if I said I'd be jealous if this friend spent a little too much time and effort on someone other than myself?

Would it make sense if I said I'd hope the best for this friend's future undertakings but secretly wish that he/she doesn't do so well lest I'd be forgotten?

Would it make sense if I said that I'd appear non-chalant/indifferent about our friendship but only so that on the day we needed to go on our own separate ways, I'd keep my cool and dust our friendship off with a brief hug and a pat on the back?

Would it make sense if I said that I'd convince this friend to believe that there are other more amazing friends out there so as to prepare him/her for our inevitable parting?

P/S: Dear readers, "this friend" referred above doesn't exist, it is purely fictional. Do not make too much out of this!

Friday, November 25, 2011

Sincere




I've never heard it sung so sincerely before - until this.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Sit & Read

My friend Mei Yen told me today that she went to a book store the day before just to sit and read. No, she wasn't caught midway in a shopping spree and decided to check out some books or in the midst of waiting around for someone to come and decided to kill time. It was after lunch, she went home for a bath, changed, and drove to a book store - to sit and read.

And for some reason, that was the most endearing thing I've heard in a while.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Pretty

Since I saw it out on a magazine last week, I guess it's safe to post this up now. Below is one of two things that I contributed as a sole copywriter during my stint at Leo Burnett. It wasn't so much about coming up with the copy that was challenging but more so in developing the concept itself. Boy, if you only knew what went down at Chinatown!





It's not award-winning or anything but I thought the execution was very pretty! - hats off to the designer and production house.

The Call

Referring to a previous post, I've pledged to document my entire Uni life semester by semester, jotting down every significant detail I can remember. It's long overdue I know, but it's now or never!

**

The annoying hum of my dilapidated Nokia woke me up from my daily afternoon nap ritual. The prospect of waking up, lowering my feet to the ground, and taking those arduous steps towards my dressing table just to retrieve a call seemed incongruent to the effort I had to make. And so of course, I left my Nokia unattended.

Until I remembered...

On the morning of the same day, I sat among seven other equally twitchy short-listed candidates. Our legs trotted up and down in a rhythm that spoke of our tension while our postures assumed a confident but rehearsed gait. A young lady approached us with a red plastic bag where we began to draw lots to determine the order of our one-on-one interview.

Lucky number... four!

As we settled down into our orders, what started out as a shallow small talk quickly turned into a heated debate, conjuring an argument on who should have bagged the American Idol title back then. Meanwhile, the young lady paced back and forth between the copy machine and our sitting area, making copies of each our original certificates.

The third candidate before me pulled out a stack of certificates no thinner than our local Yellow Pages to be photocopied. What's more, as her interview progressed, a thunderous applaud followed after each of her presentation slides.

At that, our eyes collectively lowered, our confidence pretense immediately unmasked. What's worse, I was next.

Entering the room, I squeezed myself through an overly-sized round table to get to a vacant chair I assumed was reserved for me. Without much thought, I plunked on the seat and as I lifted my eyes, I was met by what looked like four pairs of clueless eyes, indicating that something was amiss. To assuage the awkward predicament, I managed a coy, uneasy smile.

Learning that I probably didn't get the message, one of the interviewers lifted her hand towards a blank white screen, and asked that I should immediately begin with my presentation. Embarrassed, I quickly apologised and clumsily made my way to the front of the room.

I presented my slides as best as I could, throwing in some jokes where appropriate (an eager attempt to show some personality). The presentation consisted of details about myself, my likes, my dislikes, my accomplishments, etc. Questions were strewn concerning my father's view of the course that I would undertake should the interview prove successful - and if you know my father, he definitely wasn't one to wave a "Go for it!" banner, at least not until later.

In about 40 minutes, I was out of the room. Phew!

As I waited for my dad to pick me up after the interview, I took a seat by an open air sitting area facing a crowded walkway. As a string of students walked by, I remember sitting there, eyes closed, head to the sky, letting out a simple prayer, "God, could this be it?".

Recalling all these, I quickly hobbled to the dressing table to salvage what remaining rings were left of my unanswered Nokia (I realise I've made reference to the mobile giant for the third time now but this can hardly be considered a product placement). As I made a dive for it (I exaggerate), the phone quietened - classic!

Thankfully, a voice mail was left, with the young lady (the same one I met earlier in the day) asking me to call her back the next day. And so I did, and the rest was - as they say - history.

So on June 3rd, 2008, I got my butt on stage to receive the Taylor's World Class Scholarship, in partnership with Leo Burnett - Arc Worldwide Malaysia.





Yes, that's Nicole!


Recipients from the School of Communication


The first three photos weren't taken by me and are not even mine actually, it was another fellow recipient's who blogged about it (yes, I Googled the award ceremony up and borrowed some pictures but only so that I could enrich this word-laden tapestry).

There are two main reasons as to why I'm recounting this experience:

1. I'm writing this not to gloat over my achievement (okay, maybe a little) but more importantly, to always remember God's faithfulness in my life. On the day of the award ceremony, a list of accolades for each of the recipient was announced as we made our way to the stage. I remember feeling so small because I probably had one of those barely-made-the-scholarship-requirement achievement while others were grinning ear to ear with their 10 or 20As.

On that day, I felt Scripture truly coming to life, i.e. "God uses the foolish things of this world to shame the wise..."

2. To always recognise God's plan for my life. I know this post doesn't even document my uni life per se but this was a pivotal point. Had it not been for this, let's just say, the three years that followed would have been a very different one. I remember spending a full day mulling over whether to accept the scholarship, asking God if this was truly His will. And if I'd known then what God had in store for me in three years that followed, I would have said "yes" in a heartbeat!

Let's just say, it was quite a plan.

P/S: I later learned during the award ceremony that the other candidate - now a good friend - who got that thunderous applaud when she was presenting during the interview... Turns out, it was actually an animation sound effect she inserted to her Power Point. We laughed so hard when we found out!

Monday, November 7, 2011

That's Why I Love Country



I couldn't resist it, this song has been on my mind for the past few days. Listen please!

Hmmm...

What's the point of holding on to someone who has already let go?

Or in the first place, never held on to you.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Miss-ed Universe Malaysia

Like a dart falling far off from the throbbing red bulls-eye, the journey so far in crowning our latest Miss Universe Malaysia 2012 has seen more misses than hits.

In the wake of Deborah Henry’s loss at the recent Miss Universe stage (of which I am still recovering from), the Miss Universe Malaysia Organisation is going strong, if not stronger, with its latest six-part reality TV installment on Astro Hitz. Yet, even amid vigorous efforts to develop the fledgling pageant based on the “Hip, Urban, Relevant, Real” premise, pageant organisers seem to be missing the point.

I, for one, am not one to take delight in bashing anyone or thing without rhyme or reason, and should there be reason to do so, I’d still find it hard to tap on my keyboard freely without caution (this post is taking me hours to write). I, too, like a worried mother, am eager to see Malaysia’s best do well on the international arena, which perhaps serves as a driving force behind this post.

So what’s the hubbub, you ask?

If you haven’t tuned in to the hour-long weekly episode, frankly, you might as well be watching an episode of America’s Next Top Model. Hot on the heels of the reality TV bandwagon, the pageant has been reduced to a budget version of the Top Model franchise. I cannot help but cringe at the familiar sight of girls bursting through the doors of their “Beauty Camp” loft, climbing up the stairway and into their rooms to book their bunk beds, or ANTM’s infamous Tyra Mail revised as what the show calls “Beauty Mail”.

Though the above are the least of my concerns, they are only the beginning of them. I could care less about the look and feel of the show, so long as the show stays true to what it claims to do: “…to groom, train and ultimately take Miss Universe Malaysia to the top line-up at the Miss Universe pageant,” as promised by MUMO National Director Andrea Fonseka.

Sadly, that hasn’t been the case, at least not on its first three episodes so far. Of the 19 finalists, four has been ousted, with another two laying down their sashes in the upcoming episode - but not without stating their case that the competition was based primarily on their photos, placing them at the bottom of the pack for their lackluster poses, and for one hopeful, her “winced” smile.


Six of the 19 pageant hopefuls

These Miss Universe Malaysia rejects may have been bitter in their remarks but not entirely unsubstantiated. So far, the format of the show seems heavily geared towards the physical aspects of the delegates, with the end of each show boiling down to a judgement made based on the day’s photo shoot. To be fair, there were attempts by Fonseka in questioning the delegates every now and then during panel but can by no means equate to a “proper” test of intelligence – a crucial element for the Miss Universe Final Q&A segment.

On top of that, little attention to philanthropy, as purported heavily by most pageants, were paid – save for a catwalk down the runway for a breast cancer benefit, which in the end, served only to emphasise on the delegates’ modeling abilities or the lack of it.

But truth be told, Fonseka may not be entirely wrong in affording so much attention to the delegates’ aesthetics. Looking at the very nature of the Miss Universe pageant itself, much of the scrutiny happens way before any of the girls could even have the chance to open their months, let alone pick up a child in an act of philanthropy. These delegates need to first work their way through the swimsuit competition, the evening gown competition, before finally voicing their opinions during the “final (only) question” – a format I personally don’t sit well with, but let’s not go there today.

Reigning Miss Universe, Angola's Leila Lopes.

Even so, should we be so brave to crown our next Miss Universe Malaysia based solely on the premise that our girl will at the very least be aesthetically “noticed” on the international stage?

In a more upbeat note, the show has some plusses worth mentioning here. For the first time, Malaysia is seeing a different kind of beauty via the judges’ selection of a delegate bearing a facial birthmark (which also bears an uncanny resemblance to Tyra’s penchant for unconventional beauties). Also, Fonseka’s move in enabling a seemingly clueless hopeful (her choice resulting in a walk-off by another fellow judge) is paying off with the 19-year-old lass staying clear from elimination for two weeks in a row now.

Having said all that I have said, I must admit that I do owe the pageant and its organisers the benefit of the doubt. I don’t dispel the fact that a lot more goes on off camera. After all, only one hour is captured on screen out of a week’s worth of toil and labour. I admit my perceptions are based solely on these on-screen moments and at most, some hearsay information, but by no means serve as an adequate gauge as to the show’s effectiveness in producing a beauty queen. My observations and opinions are therefore flawed, but if taken at the viewpoint of a lay viewer, understandably so.

From here on, I can only hope for greater episodes to come – with “greater” measured at the benchmark of episodes that feature the show’s attempt to produce a batch of holistic delegates, women who are sure of themselves in every aspect, with or without the crown.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Virgin No More

Now of course I'm referring to my hair.

Yes, for the first time, I've officially joined the league of Caucasian wannabes, no different than the typical Wong, Nor, and Ravi found ambling the streets of Chow Kit.

In my defense, I am after all on a soul-searching journey, and what's a soul-searching journey without some experimenting? Is it so bad to think that I could find myself in a box of Revlon Colorsilk #42 Medium Auburn?

I guess it all boils down to the fact that I simply wanted a change, to see myself differently, to see life differently. And if it's found in a momentary change of hair colour (albeit superficially), then so be it.

Any idea where to get cheap colour contacts? ;)

Friday, September 30, 2011

98

Can you say "ninety-eight"?

Repeat after me, "NINETTTTTY-EIGHT..."

There I was, seated casually in front of the tele for my usual lunch date with Oprah at 1.05PM (I take my dates with her very seriously these days since it's her farewell season) and was blown away by the closing segment of her Greatest Lessons show, basically featuring stuffs she learned in the past 25 years.

The segment featured a man named George Dawson (now deceased), who worked his entire life as a manual labourer, whether its covering potholes as a city worker or milking cows as a dairy farmer. Having laboured and toiled since a very young age, and perhaps attributed to his African-American ancestry, Dawson was denied the chance at education.

After a healthy push from a retired teacher, Carl Henry, Dawson decided to learn how to read and write at 98 years of age! Dawson went on to not only be able to read and write, but has since published a bestselling autobiography, "Life Is So Good".

And I'm not done yet, he was awarded honourary degrees from two universities, along with a school named exclusively after him, George Dawson Middle School.

Yet, what amazed me most was not so much his achievements, rather, what The Economist aptly pointed out, his ability to remain "clear-minded" despite his age. When you're at a certain age, and especially when you're 98, having tasted the asam garam kehidupan, you ought to have grown more or less spiteful or cynical towards things. But Dawson remained naive enough to think that he could still do all what he wanted to.



Now where's that Mandarin textbook?

About Love

Iris: I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said "love is blind". Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. It's called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual. And I have willingly loved that man for over three miserable years! The absolute worst years of my life! The worst Christmas', the worst Birthday's, New Years Eve's brought in by tears and valium. These years that I have been in love have been the darkest days of my life. All because I've been cursed by being in love with a man who does not and will not love me back. Oh god, just the sight of him! Heart pounding! Throat thickening! Absolutely can't swallow! All the usual symptoms. I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new. And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade.

Opening monologue from The Holiday
Read by Kate Winslet
Written by Nancy Meyers

**

And all the broken-hearted, one-sided lovers say Amen!

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Gostan

I'm hopeless I know.

I've promised myself to move on, look ahead, and stare deep into the horizon. Yet every now and then, I can't help but take a peep back and see how far I've come.

But the Uncle-Up-There says, "no one who puts his hand to the plow and looks back is fit for service in the kingdom of God."

And so I've decided to gostan. I'm putting the plow to rest, march right back to where I came from, and embrace the past with a suffocating hug, before putting my hands to the plow again.

Truth be told, the main reason why I've been looking back so often, I realise, is that because I've never documented any of my Uni experience, I fear that I'd forget them - hence my constant need to look at the past and be reminded of it.

In the upcoming posts, you will find every facet of my entire Uni life extensively chronicled, from semester 1 to 6. And dear readers (if any), along the way, you'll find information that may or may not interest you but will be documented nonetheless as it is purely meant for my recollection.

After which, (I hope) there will be no more longing eyes casted at the past, and boy, will I start to work that plow.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Keep Running

I'll admit it.

I was devastated.

Some of my world's most significant people left on the morning of 27th September 2011 to graze on some greener grass halfway across the globe. And as I write this, they're probably about to land.

Soon after their departure, had brunch with the rest, went home and tried to get some sleep but couldn't really.

Instead, I had a moment - typical me.

Like a flood, their quirky antics and one-of-a-kind reactions came rushing in, almost drowning away my entire afternoon. My heart felt so empty yet heavy at the same time - the irony, I know.

I honestly don't know what it is. I question why I feel what I feel. Truth be told, I have only known them for less than two years. I wonder if they feel the same way for me. Even their parents ( who had raised them for 20 years) were more cool and calm about it than I was (was anticipating some live drama to play out among them).

I felt so UUURRRGHHHHHHH...

Finally, I decided to go for a run. I can't really explain what happened during this time but it was as though with every step, hope rose. With every step, I could move on. But there was a catch, I had to keep running.

And I guess that's what it's all about.





To my beloved lawyers, who I know will be reading this some time after you land, I hope you'll do the same - keep running.

I love you very much,
Kenneth

Friday, September 23, 2011

#1 A Little Self-Promotion Didn't Hurt Nobody

I can't believe I'm doing this.

I've always been rather hush-hush about the stuffs that I do (did) at Uni since I can remember. You'll find me shoving my research paper somewhere at the bottom of the pile when handing in an assignment or just replying a simple "I'm grateful" in response to a dear classmate's concern about my results.

But I'll admit it, I am competitive, and I am rather hard on myself when it comes to assignments. For the sake of brevity (and dignity), let's not go there.

Today, a dear friend of mine just reminded me of a little stop-motion video project we embarked on as a tribute to the late Yasmin Ahmad back in 2009. If you don't know, stop-motion basically means compiling a bunch of drawings sequentially to create a motion picture, just like how they did it back in 1912 (don't quote me on this).

More and more, I've come to realise that me being discreet in the stuffs that I do isn't helping me much, especially with the prospect of my fledgling career in mind. I'm thinking of posting some of the stuffs I've done in the past, but let's start with this one.

3 Sekawan Productions, as the name suggests, was birthed firstly, out of friendship, and then out of an almost magnetic work chemistry. Leonard, Mei Yen and I formed the team, each contributing to a specific (yet not exclusive) role i.e. Leonard in creative/art direction, Mei Yen in photography and videography, and myself, in writing.

This tribute to Yasmin was done so last minute by 3 Sekawan that I could still feel the gasps in my breath today. It was due at around 9AM and we started at maybe 3pm the day before? And may I add, the drawing, colouring, shading, scanning was painstaking to say the least. But in any case, I just remembered having so much fun, and it being one of those moments I felt truly alive.

One more thing, I must say that though I'm embarking on this self-promotion business, this video was made by ALL three of us, each deserving equal credit to the work.

Here goes nothing!

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Heartstrings

Back and forth, back and forth.

My mind has been reeling back and forth between the past and the future. There is so much I have to say for a time such as this, yet saying it may not even do justice to how I feel.

The song below paints a picture of a parent letting go of his/her child. No, I wouldn't call myself a parent (or a father), that would only water down its significance. Perhaps a caretaker, where his role has run its course. And there's nothing left to do, but to simply accept this truth.

*Mushy alert!

My child inside I love you
I'm asking through the tears
That God would grant me wisdom
Way beyond my years
Because your life is precious
And the best for you's in store
I pulled upon my heartstrings
Until they finally tore

And I prayed
And I cried
And because I love you so I'm letting go
To trust the One I know for sure
I'll place you in the Father's hands
The only One who'll ever love you more


You were the miracle we prayed for
That we could not have had ourselves
You brought us joy and happiness
And a love we never felt
How we cherished every moment
Then we looked up and you were grown
Never knew this day would come so soon
Or how the years have flown

And we laughed
And we cried
And how it hurts us so to let you go
So much life for you in store
I'll place you in the Father's hands
The only One who'll ever love you more

And the hardest part of living
Is giving back what we've been given
Each gift from God is only yours and mine
For a time

So we laughed
And we cried
And the hardest part of life is letting go
To trust the One we know for sure
Will hold us safely in His hands
Cos no one else will ever love us more
Will hold you safely in His hands
Cos no one else will ever love you more

"Heartstrings"
by Lisa Bevill and Erin O'Donnell

**

I never imagined I would feel this way. So much has hit me over the past week. I don't think I knew the love I had. As your "caretaker", my duty was to care, and I did (as best as I knew how). But somewhere along the way, a sense of fondness grew for the people I cared for. Little did I know, I fell in love with you sweethearts (and rascals).

Everything will change, I know it for a fact. You were given to me for a time to learn what I needed to. But lesson time is up. And I have learned what I needed to. Perhaps you have too. I don't mean to sound pessimistic, Lord knows I try to keep my head to the sky. But I know I have to close this chapter, and you have to close yours too. But should we be given another chance at friendship, I'd grab the bull by its horns, and be the best friend I can. But if not, I'd count all these months/years as nothing short of a blessing.

Monday, August 22, 2011

The House That Built Me

I know they say you can't go home again
I just had to come back one last time
Ma'am I know you don't know me from Adam
But these handprints on the front steps are mine
And up those stairs, in that little back bedroom
Is where I did my homework and learned to play guitar
And I bet you didn't know under that live oak
My favourite dog is buried in the yard

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokennes inside me might start healing
Out here it's like I'm someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I'll leave
Won't take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

Mama cut out pictures of houses for years
From Better Homes and Garden magazine
Plans were drawn, concrete poured
Nail by nail, board by board
Daddy gave life to mama's dream

You leave home, you move on
And you do the best you can
I got lost in this whole world
And forgot who I am

"The House That Built Me"
by Miranda Lambert

**

I'll be back one last time, to the house that built me.

Monday, August 8, 2011

#12 Word of the Day

#12 "detente"

detente\dey-TAHNT\, noun:

A relaxing of tension, especially between nations.

My Application

"The final attempt at Israel-Palestine detente finally paid off when the two nations decided to put their turbulent past behind."

#11 "Word of the Day"

#11 "dearth"

dearth\DURTH\,adjective:

An inadequate supply; scarcity; lack.

My Application

"The month-long drought plaguing the Great Plains of Nebraska has brought about a massive dearth in water supply."

Sunday, July 24, 2011

#10 Word of the Day

#10 "erubescent"

erubescent\er-oo-BES-uhnt\, adjective:

Becoming red or reddish; blushing.

My Application

"She immediately turned away in an attempt to hide her erubescent face while he stared straight ahead, seeming to not care. Yet his coy smile betrayed his nonchalance. There and then, they knew, love had struck."

#9 Word of the Day

I know, I know. It's been more than a week now.

#9 "gumption"

gumption\GUHMP-shuhn\, noun:

1. Initiative; aggresiveness; resourcefulness.
2. Courage; spunk; guts.

My Application:

"Now of course, it takes gumption to take your own life. But for someone on the verge of suicide, it takes even more gumption to carry on living."

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

#8 Word of the Day

Today's word is great for academic essays.

#8 "assay"

assay\a-SEY\, verb:

1. To examine or analyse.

My Application

"Malaysia's ruling government ought to assay Bersih's claim, believing that the Electoral Commission's practices are far from free and fair, before shelving away the 50,000-strong rally."

Monday, July 11, 2011

#7 Word of the Day

#7 "trig"

trig\TRIG\, adjective:

1. Neat, trim, smart.

verb:

1. To make neat or trim.

My Application:

"His hair fell evenly above his collar, his crisp white polo tee tucked neatly underneath a classic dark wash Levi's, the Lincoln Lawyer star, Matthew McConaughey looked trig at the movie's premiere last night."

Sunday, July 10, 2011

#6 Word of the Day

Notice my application sentences are getting shorter and shorter. HAHA!

#6 "skylark"

skylark\SKAHY-lhark\, verb:

To frolic; sport.

Another definition:

Pass time by playing games or practical jokes; indulge in horseplay

My Application

"Lovebirds, Jack and Jill, skylarked the day away, knowing full well their days together are numbered."

#5 Word of the Day

#5 "patois"

patois\pat-WAH\, noun:
1. A regional version of a language differing from its standard, literary form.
2. Arural or provincial form of speech.
3. Any jargon or private form of speech.

My Application

"In the midst of a crucial meeting, Jesse winked in a patois that only I understood."

Thursday, July 7, 2011

#4 Word of the Day

You're probably sick of this already. If you're not, encourage me. Cos' I AM!

#4 "futilitarian"

futilitarian \fyoo-til-i-TAIR-ee-uhn\, adjective:

Believing that human hopes are vain and unjustified.

My Application

“The futilitarian in me concluded that the idea was far-fetched, a waste of time, of effort, of courage yet the optimist in me felt sure that it was still worth a shot, albeit a long one.”

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

#3 Word of the Day

Ready for today's word?

#3 "stonewall"

stonewall \STOHN-wawl\, verb:

1. To block, stall, or resist intentionally.
2. In cricket, to play a defensive game, as by persistently blocking the ball instead of batting it for distance and runs.
3. To filibuster.

My Application

“His mouth dried. His heart drummed. His toes recoiled. Kamal mustered all the courage he had and inched towards the girl seated at the far end of the park bench. As his mouth opened to articulate the words he had painstakingly rehearsed, a young man dressed in one of those one-size-too-small tees appeared before her. At this, Kamal’s half-opened mouth evolved into a long tiring yawn, stonewalling the idea altogether.”

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

#2 Word of the Day

Woow! Today's word isn't even recognised by Microsoft Word as a word (that red squiggly thing appeared).

#2 "aporia"

aporia \uh-PAWR-ee-uh\, noun:

1. Difficulty determining the truth of an idea due to equally valid arguments for and against it.
2.
In rhetoric, the expression of a simulated or real doubt, as about where to begin or what to do or say.

Another definition:

Aporia (Ancient Greek: : impasse; lack of resources; puzzlement; doubt; confusion) denotes, in philosophy, a philosophical puzzle or state of puzzlement, and, in rhetoric, a rhetorically useful expression of doubt.

My Application

“Two paths lay before Adam. The first paved in marble, accompanied by gold-plated railings on each side. Further ahead, convenient stores, rest stops, hot dog stands, vending machines, among others, stood embracing its travelers. With arms wrapped around each other, its travelers threw their heads back, letting out a torrent of unrestrained laughter. But standing tiptoed, he saw what looked like a dark ominous cloud greeting its travelers in the end. The second path was a series of hurdles. Potholes, bumps and crevices marred the path. The surrounding land was sparse, devoid of privileges. Its pilgrims, dramatically fewer, were slumped forward, their expression tired but determined. At the end, a pool of light shone to greet its pilgrims. Seeing this, Adam pealed off his backpack, laid it on the ground, and sat down at the fork dividing the two paths, overwhelmed by the state of aporia.”

Monday, July 4, 2011

#1 Word of the Day

In light of my current internship position as a copywriter, I've decided to learn a word a day. Can you imagine? By the end of my 2-month stint, I would've learned 60 words. Somebody say WOOOW!

To help me with this, I've subscribed to Dictionary.com's Word of the Day whereby a new word is emailed to me each day, coupled with definitions and examples - I highly recommend it!

Before I go on, let me warn you, this will probably bore you to death. If so, just skip it. This really is for myself, and because it's on this blog, it'll be archived.

Here goes nothing!


#1 "suffrage"

suffrage \SUHF-rij\, noun:

1. The right to vote, especially in a political election.
2.
A vote given in favor of a proposed measure, candidate, or the like.
3.
In Christian practice, a prayer, especially a short intercessory prayer or petition.

My Application:

"Remember a time where our forefathers had to lay down their lives during the suffrage movement just to earn the right to vote? Had they known that free and fair elections would one day be denied anyway, perhaps the only thing worth laying down should have been their pickets."

Good "God"

I remember one of the most fascinating ad campaigns I came across while researching for an Advertising paper back in Uni called the "God" campaign. Pressed for time, I simply flipped through one of those advertising 101 references and recalled how it literally jumped out at me from its yellowed pages.

The "God" campaign was put out to, well, you've guessed it: advertise God. Concerned over the increasingly materialistic culture evident among Singaporeans, 150 churches united under the Love Singapore Movement to sponsor the 2 million dollar campaign. The objective: to instill God consciousness.

Have a look at some of the newspaper ads:




Here's one placed in an underpass, the copy says "I am here, God":


This one's a sticker placed on apples:


What struck me most was the display of wit and humour expressed in the copy - hats off to Ogilvy Singapore. Growing up in a Christian environment, I've witnessed all kinds of Christian-related promos, often time, falling prey to the overly churchy portrayal i.e. doves fluttering around rivers, forests, waterfalls, and mountains or a close-up shot of an eagle soaring, all these accompanied by some scriptures - think Our Daily Bread.

What's more, in the ad, each witty line is signed off by "God", breaking the stereotyped perception of God as an iron-fisted, irrelevant, faraway creator. He seems way nearer than we think, and for the first time, you see that God can be funny too.

The campaign went on to score two gold Cannes Lion award but not without sparking some controversy among other religious groups.

But suffice to say, "God" was good.

For more ads from the campaign, see it here.