Chance

CHANCE may seem incidentally and random, but for me chance happens because of actions taken base on cycles of decisions. Following the line of thought of chance from the ancient Greek concept and the Buddhist idea of karma, in a nutshell chance is a meeting point. This point visually would be a dot, and potentially leading into a line and so on, or nothing at all.

Chance happens in the human realm when 2 beings of separate thought and personalities meet. A meeting which happens at a point in time X due to an accumulation of previous actions base on decisions made separately and independently from each other. Chance happens when each being acting independently of each other connects even if it’s for a brief moment.

That connection is the meeting point and whether that meeting point becomes a line or more is entirely dependent on the individual beings; Choices and decision of the individual would bring the dot to a line if they each made an effort.

A short story would be bumping into a random stranger and feeling compelled to connect. At this chanced meeting, I can decided to act on my compulsion or not. Chance just created the opportunity to decide. The fun part is, even if I decide to connect there are other variables to consider.

In its simplest form,

CHANCE = Meeting point, which happens when [Being1 (Decision)* + Being 2 (Decisions)*]

Today - 5th July 2011

Ego manic rears its little tail,

with the same old rooster

crowing to its crowning glory.

Anger seeps beneath

benevolence pretence,

I look behind me

and there is it.

The same old tail

wagging its heads,

uncontrollably afraid

I shout for Merdeka

In my tiny stadium,

When the bigger game

Is in my face.

Your tiring looks,

Going on your train,

If time is my life

Then what I do with it

Is my salvation

I preach to you

And I implore

All though its to you;

I’m exploring

The depths of within

Through surface talks

And done deals

Behind closed doors

City living takes its toll

As charted high rises,

sky rockets

Still your smiles comforts ,

The bravery of going outside the grains

Fear seeps in

But you still raise on

Above the cloacks

Of anxiety and repression.

I salute you for standing tall,

I bow down to your arrest.

Friends may fritter to frays,

Please don’t step over the edge

Share your troubles my young heroine

For power sticks like heroin

Remember your passions

And your dreams

That keeps your head

Above the mists.

I love you and you are me.

Ok I won’t give you

The 1 MY=you=we talk.

Believe

I can rally up

What this is all about

But it won’t be sharing

If you and I don’t dissent.

Couldn’t help it,

You know

I got a mouth. 

London

Date : 9 July 2011

Time : 12pm

Venue : the Malaysian High Commission, Belgrave Square (Nearest Tube: Hyde Park Corner) http://en-gb.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=123122721109800

1. Korea

Date : 9 July 2011

Time : 3.00pm

Venue : Malaysian High Commission, 4-1 Hannam-dong, 140-210, Seoul

Link: https://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=207786825931750

2. Australia

Date : 9 July 2011

Time : 12.00pm

Venue : Malaysian Consulate in Canberra, Melbourne and Sydney (simultaneous)

Link: https://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=196304237083769

3. Japan

Date: 9 July 2011

Time: 3.00pm

Venue: Tower of the Sun, Osaka

Link: http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=123767617708239

4. USA

a. Los Angeles

Date: 9 July 2011

Time: 10.00am

Venue: Consulate General of Malaysia, 550 South Hope Street, Suite 400, Los Angeles

Link: https://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=113221532103019

b. San Francisco

Date: 9 July 2011

Time: 9.30am

Venue: Chrissy Field Picnic Area, Presidio, San Francisco

Link: https://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=213741041997443

c. New York City

Date: 9 July 2011

Time: 10.00am

Venue: Consulate General of Malaysia, 313 East 43rd Street, New York

Link: https://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=181904048529782

BERSIH - speak up

No true artist can live in a cacoon of an isolated inner world

for we are all have a need to create

and that is why we choose to exhibit.

Art is admired for its techniques, its expression, it's ideas. 

One night out with an artist she told me in the end it is the idea that counts. 

Working in the Art Gallery, there is a hunger to consume new ideas.

As artist be your medium paint, music, writing, the computer, film ...whatever it is,

we got to voice out.Under normal circumstances I'm not bothered by politics. I know some of you aren't Malaysians but repression is everwhere. I'm not asking you to start a revolution, just maybe come out once in a while and participate. 

Time to Voice out and may your voice be heard too. 

BERSIH - speak up

A voice that speaks louder

when all speak at the same time

Asking for a clean vote

Whats the big deal

Is there a fear and insecurity 

That they aren't going to win?

Well I thought the goverment

is supporting the people?

Or are we supporting them?

There is nothing

to be afraid of

if they are

where they are

When the people

"rakyat" has spoken

For too long

I have been a child

Listening to the fears and threats

Weeping as home is not HOME

We will go overseas to study/work

thinking that it is a greener life

and it is but you know your roots

Are here despite all the prejudices

You know what,

bring your teh tarik talk

to the Bersih roadshow and rally

We can all complain about the injustice

Only instead of sitting on our butts

We can walk and talk

Ok bring your mug of teh

BTW the whole

repeatition of

armageddon proportions 

May 13 is wearing thin. 

All these slurs 

Just shows fear

I wonder why

They are so worried

You can sweat it out,

Little technie that you are

All small bytes count 

Voice your disssatisfaction 

Spread the BERSIH around

Not like a virus

More like an anti-virus

Dance if you like to dance

and act it out

Do a cook out

Bring nourishments

Play the songs in your voice 

Make a mini festival

After all it can be

a street performance

Your stage will be as big

As many actors there are 

Capture this moment

join in or youtube it

After all history is made

by the people

the "rakyat"

So if you want to repost this

by all means go ahead

And tag as many as you like

In your FB note

FB= social network = voice = action = change

http://bersih.org/

We would like to announce that there are rallies confirmed in more countries:

1. Korea

Date : 9 July 2011

Time : 3.00pm

Venue : Malaysian High Commission, 4-1 Hannam-dong, 140-210, Seoul

Link: https://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=207786825931750

2. Australia

Date : 9 July 2011

Time : 12.00pm

Venue : Malaysian Consulate in Canberra, Melbourne and Sydney (simultaneous)

Link: https://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=196304237083769

3. Japan

Date: 9 July 2011

Time: 3.00pm

Venue: Tower of the Sun, Osaka

Link: http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=123767617708239

4. USA

a. Los Angeles

Date: 9 July 2011

Time: 10.00am

Venue: Consulate General of Malaysia, 550 South Hope Street, Suite 400, Los Angeles

Link: https://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=113221532103019

b. San Francisco

Date: 9 July 2011

Time: 9.30am

Venue: Chrissy Field Picnic Area, Presidio, San Francisco

Link: https://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=213741041997443

c. New York City

Date: 9 July 2011

Time: 10.00am

Venue: Consulate General of Malaysia, 313 East 43rd Street, New York

Link: https://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=181904048529782

The Berlin Wall

by Paik Yin on Thursday, 22 April 2010 at 03:00
Posted in Facebook sometime back. Sharing with you all

THE BERLIN WALLPapa is watching the 8 o’clock news. Impatiently and sullenly I watch the clock tick by, intently willing the long hand of the clock to click to the number 6. McGuyver comes on at 8:30 tonight. A loud cheer catches my right corner, disrupting my slouchy musings. There is an electric excitement blaring from the news. Party? I watch the images flicker. I don’t know what’s going on but I know I’m witnessing something important.

Today there is another image search for the Fall of the Berlin Wall. The 2nd time in the last 3 months and again looking through the images, I feel the pricking of tears just waiting to break through. 

Damn! Shit ! I can’t cry in the office. 
Being separated by a wall just feels all too fragile.
A woman in the passenger seat, face buried in her hands covered with tears.
An old man radiating with joy as he takes his first few step across the border arms raised.
A child’s fingers wrapped around a pick axe, pounding into the wall, enthusiastically joining in the festivities. 

Families separated by a wall. 
Friends separated by a wall. 
People separated by a wall. 
A country separated by a wall.

In a micro scale, a symbolic object applies to me too. I’ve always felt uncomfortable with my emotions. Too overtly control on the outside as I befuddled with what to do with my feelings inside. Detaching and unhooking my interior, afraid of giving emotions the full reign to flow as it seems destructive. 

Realization came about that I just have to let my feelings go as they please within. Accepting the emotions just as it is for the moment neither telling myself nor judging if it’s good/bad, right/wrong. To just be. 

To just be.

I hesitate last night to write about my experience yesterday because it was about you. I am my worst critic. I don’t want to be lame or desperate, overtly concern with validation from other people and constantly seeking for security. I claim I Love You, I claim I Love Him, I claim I Love Myself. 

I haven’t had closure from you. Is it needed? At this point of time, yes only I denied it before. I understand now what you mean when you said to just let it in. People touch me emotionally and working in the office has shown me that avoiding or dismissing is just another form of running away.

I have to deal with it.
Stop barricading with fear and mistrust.
It’s time to bring down the Berlin Wall.

MEMORYSCAPES -

Leaving Malaysia soon and I want to thank everyone of you for being a part of my life in Malaysia and creating Memories :D

The procrastinator that I am I finished the write up.

MEMORYSCAPES

A human being is an accumulation of memories.Our knowledge, perceptions how we think are affected by experiences and hence memories.Memoryscapes seeks to create "land"scapes out of memories

A Work in Progress to Phase 1
a performance art piece in a public space in Kuala Lumpur. My way of saying good bye to KL city as I'll be globetrotting and living in different spaces.(KL-ites it will be happening soon, I'm leaving in early May anyways)

Phase 2 collaborating with a Malaysian musician to create new memoryscapes by sharing our experiences of Life and Kuala Lumpur.

THE STORY

Quitting the security of my job in New Jersey and living with $200 for 3 months in NYC nesting dreams of being an artist. Coming home to you Kuala Lumpur, it took a while to re-adjust to the static of the past.

On the other hand KL you are growing so fast. Getting to know you, I remember myself again. Numbness is unnoticeable until it’s time to explore again.

CURRENT BODY OF WORK TALKING TO YOU - MEMORYSCAPES

Images here - http://weedflower.see.me/aw2011

1. Nesting Dreams

"I would frame this up"
Simple as that, a dream sprouts.

-Memories with Wei-Ling Siew walking on the streets on Manhattan


2. L.O.V.E

Living with you.
Overly.
Volatile.
Enrich me til today

-Memories with Lawrence living in Astoria and walking along Flushing in Queens


3. Memories, KL with Rose Tints
KL (Klang Valley)

“ Remember the crazy mini buses?" – Our road havocs

“Bangsar used to be happening man” – Our pubs and bar area

"So sakai la the Orang Asli’s sit outside the road” – Forest reserve and homes for the orang asli; currently Kota Damansara.

“ There used to be trees here. Now we have highways. I guess they can be concrete trees, only uglier” – Tree lined roads

“They tore down my school” - Bukit Bintang girls school, now Pavilion shopping mall

“Wao arranged marriages still happens in Malaysia?” – my neighbour meeting various brides to be

“eww it looks like a longkang la” - stream in FRIM concretized

“Ehh wooden house so kampong la” – Our race to be ‘modern’

-Memories with words spoken with you within the city.Its the people who makes the city.


4.Walking a-Long old haunts

"Same same but not the same"

-Memories with spaces in KL


5. Light my butter cups

"She loan me the fee for submitting this portfolio with no questions ask.."

- Memories of support and Love from Lim Paik Lyn


6.Reflecting elemental

" One minute do theater, the next doing photography. Like jumping here and there...blablablabla. You got to be focus Paik Yin"

"I love so many things that I want to be everything"

- Memories of inner dialogue with family and worried mum. Interaction without my world. Reflective view points.


7.Finding me in me

"I can't read Chinese la"
"Eee you banana"

"I hated Chinese school but now I'm grown up I'm glad I understand a little bit Chinese la"

- Memories of unfamiliar Chinese customs that are unrelated but comforting later on.


8.Submerge in dreams and beauty

"Look rainbow"

"Wao...."

"Dum dee dee dum..."

"Sometimes the world is so ugly I need to retreat to a little space and be immersed"

-Memories of cocooning myself and passively watching by.


9.The good ole days, moving along

"Remember in high school we use to go "pang sai" on the road? haha"

"OMG she use to be so cun last time"

"Yea we use to talk over the phone for hours hahahahah"

"Wao I know you for 15 years already? We got to celebrate wei"

"What am I going to do. I'm pregnant and I miss him so much."

"Yea he is married but I love him"

"Ehh don't take so much pills la"

- Memories with high school friends moving on to a less simplistic view.


10.Let's fly TO-get-here
"Why are you looking for her approval?Enough already you are grown up"

"I don't know why you always hide behind other people okay. Stop hiding"

"Babes you damn creative la"

"There isn't a music scene in KL okay"
"There is la you just don't know where"

"Cool found a jamming circle"

"Wanna write lyrics for me?"

- Memories with old and new friends. All believed in me before I believe in myself.


11.Time to ROCK this show
"Ehh babes you damn cool la"

"Woman you have always been creative la"

"Ya ke? I can't remembered la"

"Yea la you always been creative what remember those jeans you did at art attack lol"

"Ooo I love that we had so much fun"

- Memories forgotten that re-ignite confidence


12.Lets get personal

"Damn man when I got back home my family move so I don't even know how to get back home and before I left RA*** was my security anchor"

"Yea I was telling my father why he is shouting when he is just talking and my family went like eeyerr chichi go America so hoity toity already"

"Yea I didn't tell you this but I had anxiety attacks when I was working in COR***, driving home I just burst out crying for no reason"

"Who are you talking to?"

"Please don't go"

"Huh I thought things would be different, as in you would change la, Phew I can still talk to you."

"How are you now?"
"Great actually. I was fragmented before and I was coming together but woman I damn love you okay cause meeting you reminded me to just be myself"

- Memories breaking down in NYC, fragmenting in the midst from NYC to KL and reverse culture shock. Consolidation process in KL


2. Digital images are taken from 2006 to 2011

Fuji Film 5100 , Pentax KX and a point and shoot Panasonic Lumix.

Uneditted because there is beauty in "reality".

3. Lim Paik Yin.

I work with projects that gravitate towards,Art, children,gender equality and sustainable living.

As a learning artist, I have been taking photographs of spaces where I find beauty in the simplest of everyday life be it the reflection of the sunlight on a window on a warm evening walking in the city or discovering street art during my short stay in America exploring New York City.

Writing spoken words was a natural gravitation that has evolved from writing in my diary at 16. I've done a few readings at Open Mic nights and write now writing some lyrics with some music

What I love about performing arts is that I can combine my love for dance, theater, photography, spoken words and moving pictures. Kind of like a mini festival

Spaces going B&W

So I realized that I do all these colourful text with CAP-I-tal words is to confuse people...well at least I didn't realize it at that point under the pretext of it's fun. There is a part of me which still thinks that it is FUN to cap-I-TALE-ize random words in words but for now before heading out to the great OPEN road, I'll go Black and White.

Right now I'm living in an art gallery and it's a dream job.

It got me thinking about SPACES.

SPACES working with people
Working here, I've been overwhealmed a couple of times considering I've always known that sitting in front of a computer doing admin or writing out proposals are never my thing. That and I get bogged down with the lack of info I get from people or becoming over detailed about what a person want specifically. (perception its an either or thing)

The cool thing is because you are patient and guided me, you made a space for me without me realizing until much later. Thank You

spaces HOME

I never had a Space which I called my own as I've always shared a room with my sister growing up and in high school I was living in a dorm. "Home" had little SPACE for me to just be me with all the fucking obligations and ways of living that is deemed "correct"

ie You should sleep early
ie WHy you go out so much etc etc etc

n/Well today just realize its all a communication/listening issue. Because you don't listen I end up not listening which also leads to a fucking long roundabout ending at the same point over and over again

spaces OUTSIDE

I learnt to make SPace outside of the 4 corners of a building. When I sit on a tree knowing that the mundane would walk pass me when I'm just up above really cracks me up. Gleefully sometimes I feel that people are in such a rush to go from point A to point B, to achieve that they forget to look at their surroundings. I should know I numb myself doing that damn 9 to 5 job

Well despite all the complaints and cursing, I learnt to make spaces sitting in the mamak shop amidst  chattering commotion. Funnily enough words flow. Its almost because I feel insignificant surrounded by all this noise and "distraction", I probaly allow myself to feel cause I just assume everyone is too busy minding thier own business.


The best lunches I have is sitting in Mont Kiara and looking at all this concrete highways cutting across the buildings and seeing plants growing in little cracks or when the wind blows and ballerina leaves twirl about dancing with the winds. If it rains the breeze hovering over my hair zipping across my skin makes me close my eyes and smile.

Spaces AWAY
When I was living with you in America, it was the first time I had a panic attack. No back up system, no family no friends. My illusionary strength fades away as I realize how much of my arrogance and pride came from the knowingness of the support system I took for granted back home.

Create-ting Spaces

You know when you told me that you dream of a Home where people could come and teach and make art etc, and you get to learn at the same time, I have the same dream to. I would love to have a Space where people come together and share thier knowledge, inspiration, dreams and inspire each other to get things done not in a naggy way but through thier own actions.

I have tons of books and Movies that I bought but you know its boring doing things by yourself sometimes.For me ideas come alive and grow when its shared (brain-storming sessions). Remember that time when we were cooking and I wanted to barbeque the eggplants and we ended up burning the fork? Or knowing  that the dish is lacking something and you came out with the briliant idea of putting some dill from the herb garden? For me people inspire and teach me (after being humbled) especially when they share their world, their dreams, their perspective, their knowledge, their way of being.

To all of you who had dinner at the gallery, Thanks for the washing up, putting up with my control freakness, laughing, sharing worlds, playing, making, complaining, loving, smiling, playing by the rules so there will be more dinners :D and most of all for sharing and inspiring me :D

So in lieu of Spaces away, I'll publish my notes, letters and diary entries in this blog. All I'm doing is taking out the names and subsituting it with I, You, Me, he, Her, Them, Us :)

Seeding Wilderness

Seeding Wilderness by weedflower featuring bow jewelry

Willow ruffle skirt
228 GBP - net-a-porter.com

All saint
$110 - allsaints.com

By Daniela Villegas chain jewelry
3,610 GBP - kabiri.co.uk

Brass jewelry
$40 - amazon.com

Bow jewelry
4.50 GBP - talullahtu.co.uk

Project : THEhe-ART of Living

My real education starts now.Researching for
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Project : THEhe-ARTofLiving

1. Permaculture
(/Feng Shui? (need to investigate further):)
tummy fulfilling,
                          toes tickling,
                                               and land loving.

Been planting a couple of stuff from seeds.
Also started a little garden outside my parents house. Its "dirty", its "messy" and that is the whole point of it.

I want My plants to be strong.
I want my plants to remember that it didn't need me to BABY it.
I want my plants to remember it's PAst.

I want the plants to have a second chance.
I want plants that people thROW to GROW.
I want the WILDerness to come.

I dream of a space where ALL is welcome.
I dream of a day when we realize there is already a sPACE if we slow down and fEEL.

In this plot of land

there is a LONG-Kang
but I see a WATER-Fall, with rocks and all
LACK-ing some LIFE.

Just a few doors away, there was a huge BUNdle of vines
WANNA play Tarzan and Jane?
I can be your JANe lol
as I unwind.

VVine is a strong rope it MAkes
I tie it around a brick and throw it in the LONG-kang
LISTEN to the change in water flow from pounding to drippings of bells
LONG-kanG no more

Art

He-ART

FART

TART

CART

Carbon Based Lifeforms - Abiogenesis
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LoKt4vhJ-c0&feature=related

Closeted ART-IS COMING out

weedflower's ART-IS portfolio

http://weedflower.see.me/aw2011

My first entry

My first portfolio

My first voting call

My first everything

Cooking dinner for you all

Jamming at the tikar with you all

Music randomness outside with you all

Sharing the dinner table and cooking with you all

Thank you for joining in

Thank you for sharing in 

Thank you for opening in

Thank you for spacing in

So peeps, its been a long time since I wrote on this blog.
Yes I've been in a cacoon.
I've experienced New Jersey, Visited Frida in Mexico, found street art in NYC, meet the most interesting people in the States who don't think that they are interesting, lived in New York City for 3 months out of the kindness of people but most of all I've been inspired.

To break out of my cacoon, 

I had to defragment myself.

I had to say some goodbyes

and learn some lessons softly

Coming back to Malaysia

Initial disorientation

led to some friends and past habits

Surrendering to doing what I don't want to do

It's been disorientating touching down KL. So much have changed and so much has remained the same. In retrospect, Kuala Lumpur has grown up like me. I become more shiny and "modern" up to the point where I remember someone took a horrendous picture of me and I was very upset. Hang on there. That doesn't sound like who I am.Oh no!!! I've become serious Gasp gasp gasp. Will I lose my quirkiness and all that randomness in my head....

hang on

I did lost my sense of humour without even knowing it eeek.

Since 2008

I worked in Corbis as a photo researcher at Corbis. Love the job had to adjust to the enviroment.

www.corbis.com

which led to a short but interactive stint at Bake 180

http://www.google.com.my/search?sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8&q=bake180

I coordinated HerStory Malaysia. Love the arty aspect had to adjust to working with people 

http://www.facebook.com/HerStoryMalaysia?ref=ts

I studied permaculture at Embun Pagi, Malaysia. Love every aspect of the course had to adjust to reigning myself

http://embunpagi2009.wordpress.com/

RIGHT NOW I'm interning and living at Shalini Ganendra Fine Art Gallery. Love the space and freedom to be AM balancing the art of being an artist and a gallery manager

http://www.shaliniganendra.com/

It's been 2 years since I landed, the open road is A-calling gain. 

This time around for expansion. 

Cacoon

3 months in the States and finally I have settled down to a nice quiet routine.

I don't feel so pissed off here
I don't go over the speed limit
When some one asks me how am I, for the first time in my life I say I feel great (and mean it too)

Yes there are many things that are wrong about where I am and where I live but I am happy here.

Maybe I just need a change of scene
Maybe I just need to get out of my comfort zone

Who knows and I don't care because I am happy

I think it’s the weather but today I am feeling very alone. Questions like “What do I want in life?” and “Who am I?” is floating in this mesh of me.

Finally my life is my own, but I got choices to make that would affect my life in a big way. It is rather scary.

Funny how years back I wanted my own life but I also wanted someone else to make choices for me. In a way I wasn’t really living my own life. I was in limbo. Yes I went to class did my assignments and all the dreary mundane things with the occasional excitement of being in theater and activism but I was still bound to my obligations.

GRADUATION

Graduating from university is very liberating for me in the sense that I am finally not bound to my parents any more. If I end up in jail for something that I believe in I won’t have to worry. There was an incident where a group of activist who got arrested and the first thought that came into my head was “Oh God, I hope they are alright” which was just a cover up for the relief I felt “…. Thank God I wasn’t there”. Yes I am ashamed to say it but that was what I thought. “Thank God I didn’t go to jail because Pa and Ma would be so disappointed” which lead to “I can forget about graduating if that happens.”

FREEDOM

Freedom is very elusive. Once you think you are free other responsibilities comes your way. Financially I am also ashamed to say that I am still somewhat dependent on them but hey I am trying.

So back to questions pertaining to what I want in life and who I am.

I know I want to be happy and I am who I am.

Maybe I can’t answer these questions because life is changing all the time and what I want is always changing.

I WANT THIS! I WANT THAT!

People’s wants are inexhaustible. Once we get what we want we want something else.

Shoes

Take this moment for instance. I am wearing my gold heels which I wanted years back. I even had to beg Ramon to lend me some money to get it. I wore it once for clubbing and than chucked it in the shoe rack up until today. Today its nothing more than a pair of heels I dug out.

Travel

I want to travel and not travel in the touristy way (though if you have a limited amount of time you’ve got to do the touristy stuff). So I am applying for the au pair program. Now when the host family is finally in contact, I still want it but I am also scared because I would have to leave the familiar. It’s a vulnerable feeling

Stage Glam

I claim not to want to act on stage but I do. Is it for the glam factor? I don’t see what’s so glamorous about it. Maybe its because I don’t want all of the spotlight on me…just a little will do(… an in depth entry on why I want to act would be left for some other time…) Well I booked myself an audition at KLPAC and it took me about a week to the deadline to go ahead with it. I hate to say it but I am scared. I think its because I want it and I don’t want to disappoint myself.

WHO AM I?

I can make a soap drama out of my friend’s life. One had an abortion and the other is having an affair with a married man. When I was younger I detest smokers but now I am one and I’ve gotten over the guilt trip.

Abortion

I say I firmly believe in pro-life and against abortion yet when it boils down to it, its just words when you are in the situation. In a way just saying something is easy. It’s easy to say this is my principals and I will stick to it. It takes a certain courage for someone to stick to them but I myself I don’t think I am that strong and that is why I don’t have a stand on anything when it is to do with somebody’s life. Who am I to say that what she did was right or wrong. I respect my friend for the choice she made because I understand that it was a hard one. Some people might say she is selfish but I don’t think so.

Affair

Friend who is having an affair with a married man.

She knows it is wrong and she feels bad. In a way I think she is happier with that arrangement because I never thought that she is the 100% fully committed type. She needs her space and… well the last time I talked face to face was a long time ago. Maybe 3 or 4 years back? Do I think any less of her? No. People make the choices they make and I respect that. I only hope that she is happy la. If it’s really love than I would say that it takes great courage to take actions on it. If not it is what it is.

Me?

So how does this relate to who I am? I don’t know. Erm what would I do if I was faced in the same situation?

Maybe the trick is to appreciate what we have/get and live for the moment. The only thing that matter is the here and now.