The Ugly-Lookin' Stone Beach...

Today, i am off again to the East Coast for my thesis project. This is the 5th time and probably the last.

I am excited. Happy as i could finally conclude my thesis, though the final results may not be as what i expected to be. Not very happy, as no more staying at hotels, free food, free flight. But i think i have had enough of Pantai Batu Buruk sandy beach and Laut China Selatan breeze.

Maybe next time, another different spot... like Tioman, or Pangkor. I don't go for holidays. Not that i can't afford to, I just don't. Pathetic huh? Patut la tension je all the time. I guess my cats have managed to reduce my stress level to a tolerable point.

Hasta La Vista!!!



Nice weather but cloudy...










Told you my feet is not naked...

Nice sands...







View from my balcony...









Another view from the balcony. A tennis court.

It was windy and the waves were crashing verociously...








Yang brown tu kontena, terdampar kat pantai... Dunno why it is left there, for terumbu karang breeding kut??

Happy Birthday...

I wrote my first entry in this blog on the 6th February 2005.

A year had passed since.

Today, on a lazy Sunday, I decided to walk through memory lane.

I first got to know about the internet back in 1998. Yeah, I was a late bloomer. Back then, it was just for e-mail.

Then I learnt about MSN chatroom and Instant Messaging. I had online friends from all over the world. Even had a Hindustani friend who crooned the song Kuch Kuch Hota Hai over the phone for me. Yup, he called me up all the way from Mumbai.

I was also swept away with the IRC phenomena and chatting in yahoo chatrooms. I found Uncle Mann ( or famously known now as Pokku …. yeah, we went a looonnngggg way back….) in IRC. Despite everyone else calling him Pokku, I still fondly address him Uncle Mann. Dah terbiasa. He is responsible in introducing me to the blogging world.

But what actually motivate me to start blogging? I visited a few and was mesmerized by them. Blogging has become a way of expressing one’s idea. It is like reading journals, short stories. Some are funny and entertaining. Some are informative. And there is a level of intelligence that you can relate to. No more…. ‘asl please’, or ‘awak orang melayu, kenapa tak chat dalam bahasa melayu’ craps.

And it is also a good way to have a personal journal. A place to vent out those feelings trapped six feet under. A psychotherapy, without the psychiatrist laughing about your case over lunch and extorting you with exorbitant fees. Or just to note any memorable points in your life.

I have always loved language and literature. My favourite class was English especially when it came to Shakespeare. I even chose to be in the Arts stream after my SRP. But fate has it that I was offered Science boarding school. And I guess my life took a 360 degree turn after that.

In my line of work, due to the hectic schedules and work demands (and trouble between my IT un-savvy-ness and the forever problematic streamyx), it is difficult to keep up and be constant in my writings. But write I shall even if it is read only by me. It was meant for me in the beginning anyway.

Just me…

Happy 1 year Marina`s Eye…

One Way Ticket...

Isn't it human nature to do something and expect something in return?

You go to work, do the same thing day in and day out, no matter how mundane or monotonous the job is, you still do it. At the end of the day, or week, or month, you expect to be rewarded. And if your reward does not amount to the effort you put in, you get annoyed.

Then it turns to frustration, frustration builds up to anger, and anger results in remorse. You quit the job, and hunt for greener pastures. Or at least something that values your worth.

That applies to love too...

If you love someone, the other person should love you back, and you'll love that person even more for doing so. Thus the love propagates, proliferate. Instead of disintegrating into million pieces.

If you think you have sacrificed your energy and soul to that someone, is it too much to expect the other party to do the same? If the other person expects you to understand his or her woes and difficulties, is it unfair to ask for the same consideration and empathy?

I know life is not fair sometimes, but even a dog that barks at the tree will eventually stop and trot away.

Love is about give and take. You love, and be loved in return.

Like a 2 way track. Like a return flight.

I am taking a flight of no return...

Happy Valentine's Day everyone...