Friday, August 05, 2011

Where have I been?



Salam and hello to all. I have been missing from the blog world for almost 2 years now. It feels like my digital life has been at a standstill for awhile. A quick update (yeah right!) from my last post:

Having come back from Japan, I settled myself in KL and did some freelancing here and there for a year, and then started working at McCann Malaysia which was a great experience. Working with some of the best ECDs (Extremely Caring/Creative Directors) Szu and Hwa, I ended my stint there after 1 and 1/2 years. After being proposed to on the 28th May 2010, what began as my most complicated, emotional year was also a testing one for my lovely sister who was diagnosed with breast cancer.

2010 was definitely a year of growth for me: Juggling my career (TVC shoots, burning the midnight oil some days), shuttling my sister to the hospital and being her chemo buddy, balancing a long-distance relationship with the most patient man I have known (apart from my beloved Rasulullah SAW), battling with hives (which has now developed into acid reflux 2011), trying to be an understanding daughter to my mother (a 29-year old complex relationship)... phew!

Then comes 2011... Alhamdulillah the bf became muslim in January. The year began with tears of happiness which became tears of stress due to the complex triangle I have between me, bf and mom; next a trip to the holy land and a visit to my lovely nieces in Perth (one who got married before me! envy > <); more episodes of hives and acid reflux. And that was just the first 3 months.

After I quit McCann, I decided to go solo again. In a way it is refreshing to not take for granted where your income comes from. I was beginning to feel like a robot, waiting for my salary and then spending it unconsciously knowing well that the bank will fill itself up at the end of the month. Having this sense of security also dulls your senses to life. When one feels hunger, only then do we appreciate food. So this self-imposed exile from salary-dom was a good wake-up call for me to jumpstart my life again and re-look the things I wanted to do. But with the grace of Allah, I managed to meet Karen who graciously offered me a freelance position of 3 days a week. And it has been great working with her and managing the creatives for Malaysia's top radio stations. At first I thought working in Bukit Jalil would be a pain, but making the most of things I found a stable near-by to do some riding in the morning. And to top it off, I rarely get stuck in traffic since I am always against the flow, going back home towards the city. It has been a peaceful 3 months for me.

Now this too will come to an end soon. Another month of extension, and I am left again to ponder my next steps, my next adventure. Will it be a face-off for the liberation of my right to love? (Hopefully a gentle one...) Perhaps a trip back to Japan? Or meeting my beloved Theresa in October for a trip to 'somewhere out there' together?

I wonder what my next post will be. No amount of guidebook reading will tell me. Aaah, the excitement of not knowing what the future holds... Makes me feel young and alive. Alhamdulillah.

Sunday, November 09, 2008

Pixton



Check it out.

http://pixton.com/trailer

Sunday, November 02, 2008

sasazuka housemates

billiard score: katherine, naoko, yuta, aby

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

On Joy and Sorrow



Photo courtesy of Paula Bronstein, KABUL, AFGHANISTAN - OCTOBER 12: Zeeba Gul, age 2 and her brother Mer Alam, age 5 sleep in their tent holding bread from lunch October 12, 2004 at the Babrak Garden Refugee camp in Kabul, Afghanistan. Over 150 Afghan families all labelled as Internally Displaced Peoples (IDP) according to the UNHCR (United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees) live in squalor inside the tented camp in the capitol city where they remain homeless.


On Joy and Sorrow
Kahlil Gibran

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Some of you say, "Joy is greater thar sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.