Archive for November, 2007

Little Words to Live By
It is the comfort of your voice that assures me there’s always tomorrow.
Never underestimate the power of your speech.

By: M.L. Lai

I was very nervous that night. I didn’t know what to expect. I haven’t been out, at least not out for a glamorous dinner. Dressing up freaks me up. I wouldn’t know if I’m overdressed or overexposed or if my make up’s too thick or too blend.

What should I wear to a college alumni dinner ? The cupboard door flung opened. There was a pause that seemed to linger forever as I stood thinking, considering my choices. Black. The black dress. I took out the halter neck two piece outfit, the lavender flowers greeted me.I remember so well the moment I fall in love with its floral pattern in the stall of Chatuchak, Thailand.

The hand sewn flowers entices me. It was love at first sight. The minute I tried it, I knew I found my special dress. I smiled to that sweet memory as I took out the wrap around skirt. “I don’t think the dress looks nice on you” she said, a distant memory reminded me. “I don’t care, I love the purple florals and I love them more on me,” I thought to myself, ignoring the unflattering comment.

I put it on and danced around my room. The skirt unfurled as I made the tiny steps in front of the mirror. I felt like a princess. Little things that makes you feel good about yourself, with some imagination, I have confidence.

I arrived at the alumni dinner half past seven. I was late. I stepped into the ballroom and a familiar face greeted me warmly. I sat down on the round table, nervous and scared. I knew nobody at that table. I looked for my comfort zone and I walked to the faculty table. Ten years, it has been ten years I last met eyes with the people whom ignited the circuits of my highest potential. A knowledge that now lies dormant in me.

Taking photos with the dean from Coventry University, the chancellor, standing tall and proud announced, “these are the first class graduating students year 1999″. Humbly, I smiled. Shyly, I thought, “I’m only a tuition tutor now and yet my chancellor was glowing with a justifiable pride.” I suppose our papers made a difference to her life. A standing glory. I acknowledged it and I continued snapping away with my other lecturers. The bond was rekindled with each passing question.

As the night drew closer, the limelight of the dinner was on the attire. Names were called up on stage. I sat in excitement and was very amused with the outfits on stage. Sparten, Obi Wan, Snow White, Zorro.

It was unbelievable, that at present age and time, people still made the effort to dress up. And I was only in my little black dress.

The remaining of the night was rather pleasant. The faculty performed. Watching the lecturers shake their booty, entertaining ex-students was indeed a rare occasion. I left early for the night and adjourn to another Halloween party. At the party, with my black dress, I was a witch.

A Halloween night, perhaps with the right spell, the days ahead would be kinder to me.

Little Words to Live By
The more I think, the more I fear so don’t think, just do it.

By: M. L. Lai
In the absence of a reason there’s only doubt
When there’s doubt, your trust is shaken
Without trust, there’s no confidence
Lack of confidence often leads to failure
Now, do you see why there must be a reason in your action?

Little Words to Live By
By listening, you feed a man’s soul

By: M. L. Lai

The Dance Society of Malaysia is presenting a full length ballet of The Slave Princess at Istana Budaya. When I heard the news, I was excited. Its a rare occasion to see Malaysian talents perform on toes. Portion of the ticket sales will be donated to the Tuanku Najihah Foundation which is dedicated to helping youths further their studies, and preserving the arts and culture of the nation.

To purchase the tickets, go to ticket2u.
Read more on the media coverage on the event.

I hope I can capture some photos on that night. Next weekend, I’m looking forward to it. If you’re going, do say hi to me. I won’t give you a funny look, I promise. A definite warm smile. Support Malaysian dancers.

Little Words to Live By
A simple mind is able to do complicated things.
A complicated mind suffers when doing simple things.

By: M. L. Lai

Is it a Malaysian thing that we curse, grumble using our body parts ? Time has not changed since I remember my own schooling days. Cursing in vulgar language is a big no no. Your peers will frown to the distant sound of the unspoken syllabus. Funny, as you grow up, your senses will adapt to the obscenity, you learn to accept the nasty words and it becomes part of your norm. To speak with manners and to behave well is seen odd or weird to a certain extend.

I enjoy observing the conduct in classes. The behavior children of the 21st century adopt to. Have any of these words changed in time ?

1. Basket
2. Your head, ah
3. Fudge
4. Your back side la
5. My foot, ah
6. Opsie Daisy
7. Alamak
8. Oh, bodoh (stupid)
9. Aiyo, yo, yo, yo , yo
10. Oh, oh, ti tai yo ..

My favorite phrase is item # 10. It comes with a babyish melody. It’s sad to realize that, as we mature, we break from our innocence and how these cursing words evolve itself. Children learn vulgarity from adults. And our parents, our elderly thought us these words. Do you want this culture to be carried on to our youth ? Think about it each time you curse.

Little Words to Live By
Nothing heals a broken heart. You just get immune to the pain.

By: M. L. Lai
After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure . . .
that you really are strong,
and you really do have worth.
And you learn and you learn . . .
with every goodbye you learn. . . .

The poem above is compliments from LovieDovie