Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Catch and Cut

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"This is Theresa Park reporting live from Melbourne," twenty-three-year-old Theresa Park wrapped up her live news report from a crime scene in a suburb in Melbourne.

“Cut! Good take!” the producer yelled. “Roll up crew!”

Theresa has been in the telecasting industry for only a year but she is picking up rapidly like a seasoned one who has worked for Channel One for more than ten years. Born with silky black hair, almond-shaped eye, rose red cheek and a slender figure, Theresa would definitely be the centre of attention in any occasions like parties, wedding ceremonies and even funerals. After all, she was made the homecoming queen during her senior prom year in her high school.

However, she has not dated much since her last boyfriend, Tom and her drifted apart. Tom was offered a job in an engineering firm in Singapore but she is reluctant to leave her parents behind to follow her boyfriend to Singapore. He tries to persuade her for a long time but she turns him down every single time. After a month in Singapore, he has decided to break up with her. She then devotes herself more into building her own career. In between, she has briefly dated but most of them last for only for four to six weeks only.

Theresa’s parents have occasionally set her up for blind dates. She dislikes the idea of attending a blind date but turns up for the sake to make both of her parents happy. At night after work, she sometimes find herself staring at the dark sky, wondering if she could ever find a man that loves her as much as her dad loves her mum. She secretly envies her mum. Both of their parents met at a friend’s twenty-first birthday party. They dated for two years and her dad proposed to her mum. Celebrating their twenty-fifth anniversary next month, both her parents have being through ups and downs together and share a rock-solid marriage.

Back to the crime scene, it is a robbery case where three robbers are suspected of ruthlessly burglarising and robbing a single mother of three children. Some police officers are sent to the crime of scene alongside with forensic scientists and paramedics. The poor mother was hit on the head with an empty wine bottle and flesh blood was flowing down from her forehead. Her three little kids, age around five to ten were crying helplessly as they see their mum bleeding.

It is Theresa’s last shift of the day so she rushes to the kids and gives them a hug. One of the little kids named Sophie is holding her teddy bear and bawling loudly in her pink pyjamas. Theresa gives her a hug and reassures over and over again that her mother will be safe.

"Alright Sophie. Stop crying. Your mum is going to be okay," Theresa reassures the five-year-old with an assuring and sweet smile. Not long after that, the police officers have ordered all civilians and the victims to clear the crime scene as they make way for forensic scientists to begin their operation.

“Hey officer. Is the little kids going to be okay?” Theresa approaches a police officer who offers to take the three children from her.

“They’ll be in good hands,” he remarks. “Hey, aren’t you Theresa Park, the young pretty news reporter from Channel One?”

“Yes, yes I am.” she replies and stares at the officer’s nametag. “Officer Calhoun?”

“Philip Calhoun,” the twenty-five-year-old policeman introduces himself, “Call me Philip or some of my friends call me Phil.”

“Hi Phil. Nice to meet you,” she answers.

“Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Park,” he replies.

“Call me Theresa,” she smiles as she offers him a handshake. “And thank you for watching my news reports.”

“You’re more prettier than you are on the screen,” Phillip shakes her hand. She notices his firm handshakes. Under the dim streetlight, she could see Phillip is physically well built. Phillip has light brown hair and his blue eyes have made him even more handsome and attractive. Phillip looks like one who loves spending the weekend surfing at the beach, judging by his tan skin.

“Can I follow you, I mean the little kids,” Theresa is feeling a little anxious and her palm is sweating a little, “I just want to make sure the kids, especially Sophie is fine.”

Phillip is somewhat moved by Theresa’s pretty appearance. He offers Theresa a ride to the police station. Theresa happily agrees. Sophie is happy when she sees Theresa is coming along with her.

“Look Danny! Look Marcus! The big sister from the TV is coming with us!” Sophie screams as she sees Theresa coming to her. Theresa embraces Sophie with another hug. Sometimes she secretly envies little kids like Sophie. One moment ago she was bawling helplessly and another moment she seems like she has forgotten the worries from earlier on. “Are you coming with me? I’m scared.”

“I’ll stay with you tonight Sophie,” Theresa tells her. Phillip smiles as he sees Theresa going so well with the little kids. On the way to the police station, the little kids are quiet most of the time apart from Sophie. She is busy playing with her teddy bear. Phillip looks at Theresa who is sitting next to him. “Thanks for coming, Theresa. You’re good with children.”

Theresa winks and remains silent. Deep down, Theresa is secretly admiring Philip. She could not help herself but take a quick glimpse at him. She finds him somewhat attractive. It has been a while she finds a guy so attractive that she cannot help looking at him. She even turns her face to the other side and smiles quietly.

On the other hand, Phillip has intentionally made a few detours. He is also secretly taking glimpse of her. She is wearing his favourite sweet daisy perfume that makes his heart pounds a little faster. He wipes his wet palm once every few minutes as he is anxious about how he feels about her and the other way round too.

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Sunday, November 27, 2011

Photoshop Work


KUCHING - A multicultural city with million of stories brought back home from abroad.


Inspired by the font Apple uses.

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Saturday, July 2, 2011

A Beautiful Mistake

Travis walked to the radio in his kitchen and turned it on. Soft country music filled the entire room as he sat at the dining table with his pot of hot coffee. As he poured his own cup of coffee, he could hear the soft rainfall outside. Occasionally there was the wind whispering through the soft rainfall. He walked to the couch and sat down there.

Travis allowed himself to be carried away in his own fantasy and imagination. He carefully picked up little details that he had always left out in life. Indeed, it was all those little details he had always neglected as he paced through his everyday life. Lying on the couch with a black suit, all he ever wanted was some time alone after the incident.

Travis Hill is a thirty-year-old salesman working at a medium-sized company situated in the heart of Sydney. Thirty years old and he is still single. He has never thought of settling down with someone or starting a new relationship ever since his high school sweetheart left him for another man. Sometimes, his parents wondered would Travis still go out with girls. He has practically given up hope on dating after he went to numerous unsuccessful blind dates and dates.

It was yet another ordinary day that Travis was out of his company selling his company’s latest product. Like any other working class, he was always sandwiched between people in the trains and buses during busy working hours. That day it was just not his day. His charming appearance, convincing words and eloquent speeches had always worked. However, his magic failed that day.

The time on his wristwatch showed few minutes to six. As the streetlights were turning on, the grey overloaded clouds began to burst into torrential rainfall. He needed to catch a bus to go back home. He ran in the rain towards the bus stop and by the time he reached the bus stop, the bus had just left and he was soaked and wet.

“Damn it!” Travis punched his fist onto a solid concrete wall nearby. He never imagined himself punching the wall so hard that his fist started to bleed.

“What else could have gone wrong today!” he yelled.

“Are you alright?” A familiar sound came from a distance.

“Oh hey Ryan. Bad day I reckon. Lost a major client and hurt my fist.” Travis replied. “What are you doing here alone? Aren’t you supposed to pick your girlfriend up?”

“I’m sorry to hear that. And does your fist hurt?” Ryan extended his hand to his bleeding fist.

“Need some medications and probably bandage it when I’m home,” he tried to keep his coolness and control his anger.

“I can help you with that if you don’t mind,” Ryan offered. Travis nodded.

A few minutes later a bus approached the station and both of them went back to Travis’ home. Being Travis’ best buddy since high school, Ryan had always gone to Travis’ apartment during the weekend to talk, eat and drink. Occasionally, when Ryan sparked an argument with his girlfriend, he may end up sleeping at Travis’ place. Upon arrival, Ryan quickly went to the cardboard and reached for bandages and medications.

Travis sat on the couch. Firstly, Ryan applied some Dettol on his wound before he put on some medication and wrapped it up with a bandage. When Ryan was done and about to leave, Travis suddenly pulled his best friend over, gave him a hug and broke down.

“Life’s always have its ups and downs bro,” Ryan comforted. He was shocked to see his best friend bawling so loudly for the first time ever since he knew him. Travis had always been the one who was least affected by emotions, one with strong and determined personality. “Come on bro, what’s wrong?”

Travis pulled himself away and tried to compose himself.

Both brotherly friends meet one another eye’s for the first time. They both looked at one another in a different way they used to. Ryan made the first move to pull Travis back into his arm. This time, they both exchanged a passionate and long kiss. As both of them loosen themselves and casted away their pressures, problems and worries, Travis helped Ryan to undo his suits.

Travis and Ryan made love twice on the couch that night.

The soft country music was still playing when Ryan walked out from the bathroom the next morning. Ryan wrapped his arm around Travis who was drinking his coffee. Travis turned to kiss him.

“What are you thinking Travis?” Ryan asked.

“About us. About what happen last night,” Travis feeling a little nervous and was trying to find a way to explain what had occurred. “It was a purely a mistake, Ryan.”

“A beautiful mistake Travis,” Ryan remarked. “It was spontaneous. The feeling is mutual. Further more, I have broken up with Beatrice.”

“What did you say? Why did you never tell me you broke up with Beatrice?” Travis was shocked by the breakup.

“We broke up last week. I saw her with another man,” he turned away as he tried to hide his sadness and dismal.

Travis hugged Ryan from the back and said, “I’m sorry Ryan. You should have told me.”

He turned and wiped away a tear and answered, “No worries Travis. It was all over now. And about last night, it was a beautiful mistake. It was wild but I truly enjoyed it.”

Travis wiped the tear away from Ryan’s face and gently pressed his lips onto his. Ryan took off his bathrobe and Travis led him into his room. They both passionately made love to one another, trying various positions and new things they never experience before.

Late in the afternoon, Ryan woke up in Travis’ muscular arm and found himself laying his head on his broad chest. As Ryan ran his fingers across Travis, he gently whispered the message of love into Travis’ ears.

“Travis Hill, I love you. I have always loved you since we first met in high school,” Ryan Scott confessed to his best friend, and now also his partner for life.

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Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Born This Way

IT DOESN'T MATTER IF YOU LOVE HIM OR CAPITAL H-I-M
JUST PUT YOUR PAWS UP
CAUSE YOU'RE BORN THIS WAY, BABY

MY MAMA TOLD ME WHEN I WAS YOUNG
WE ARE ALL BORN SUPERSTARS

SHE ROLLED MY HAIR AND PUT MY LIPSTICK ON
IN THE GLASS OF HER BOUDOIR

"THERE'S NOTHIN WRONG WITH LOVIN WHO YOU ARE"
SHE SAID, "'CAUSE HE MADE YOU PERFECT, BABE"

"SO HOLD YOUR HEAD UP GIRL AND YOU'LL GO FAR,
LISTEN TO ME WHEN I SAY"

I'M BEAUTIFUL IN MY WAY
'CAUSE GOD MAKES NO MISTAKES
I'M ON THE RIGHT TRACK BABY
I WAS BORN THIS WAY

DON'T HIDE YOURSELF IN REGRET
JUST LOVE YOURSELF AND YOU'RE SET
I'M ON THE RIGHT TRACK BABY
I WAS BORN THIS WAY

OOO THERE AIN'T NO OTHER WAY
BABY I WAS BORN THIS WAY
BABY I WAS BORN THIS WAY
OOO THERE AIN'T NO OTHER WAY
BABY I WAS BORN-
I'M ON THE RIGHT TRACK BABY
I WAS BORN THIS WAY

DON'T BE A DRAG -JUST BE A QUEEN
DON'T BE A DRAG -JUST BE A QUEEN
DON'T BE A DRAG -JUST BE A QUEEN
DON'T BE!

GIVE YOURSELF PRUDENCE
AND LOVE YOUR FRIENDS
SUBWAY KID, REJOICE YOUR TRUTH

IN THE RELIGION OF THE INSECURE
I MUST BE MYSELF, RESPECT MY YOUTH

A DIFFERENT LOVER IS NOT A SIN
BELIEVE CAPITAL H-I-M (HEY HEY HEY)
I LOVE MY LIFE I LOVE THIS RECORD AND
MI AMORE VOLE FE YAH (LOVE NEEDS FAITH)

I'M BEAUTIFUL IN MY WAY
'CAUSE GOD MAKES NO MISTAKES
I'M ON THE RIGHT TRACK BABY
I WAS BORN THIS WAY

DON'T HIDE YOURSELF IN REGRET
JUST LOVE YOURSELF AND YOU'RE SET
I'M ON THE RIGHT TRACK BABY
I WAS BORN THIS WAY

OOO THERE AIN'T NO OTHER WAY
BABY I WAS BORN THIS WAY
BABY I WAS BORN THIS WAY
OOO THERE AIN'T NO OTHER WAY
BABY I WAS BORN-
I'M ON THE RIGHT TRACK BABY
I WAS BORN THIS WAY

DON'T BE A DRAG -JUST BE A QUEEN
DON'T BE A DRAG -JUST BE A QUEEN
DON'T BE A DRAG -JUST BE A QUEEN
DON'T BE!

DON'T BE A DRAG, JUST BE A QUEEN
WHETHER YOU'RE BROKE OR EVERGREEN
YOU'RE BLACK, WHITE, BEIGE, CHOLA DESCENT
YOU'RE LEBANESE, YOU'RE ORIENT
WHETHER LIFE'S DISABILITIES
LEFT YOU OUTCAST, BULLIED, OR TEASED
REJOICE AND LOVE YOURSELF TODAY
'CAUSE BABY YOU WERE BORN THIS WAY

NO MATTER GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BI,
LESBIAN, TRANSGENDERED LIFE
I'M ON THE RIGHT TRACK BABY
I WAS BORN TO SURVIVE
NO MATTER BLACK, WHITE OR BEIGE
CHOLA OR ORIENT MADE
I'M ON THE RIGHT TRACK BABY
I WAS BORN TO BE BRAVE

I'M BEAUTIFUL IN MY WAY
'CAUSE GOD MAKES NO MISTAKES
I'M ON THE RIGHT TRACK BABY
I WAS BORN THIS WAY

DON'T HIDE YOURSELF IN REGRET
JUST LOVE YOURSELF AND YOU'RE SET
I'M ON THE RIGHT TRACK BABY
I WAS BORN THIS WAY

I WAS BORN THIS WAY HEY!
I WAS BORN THIS WAY HEY!
I'M ON THE RIGHT TRACK BABY
I WAS BORN THIS WAY HEY!

I WAS BORN THIS WAY HEY!
I WAS BORN THIS WAY HEY!
I'M ON THE RIGHT TRACK BABY
I WAS BORN THIS WAY HEY!

Friday, March 11, 2011

McNabfied Day!

MARCH 11, 2011

I can't believe this! I meet Neil McNab for the first time in 2011! I am totally over the moon. Honestly. Frankly. Seriously. I am overwhelmed. I am on cloud nine! I meet Neil McNab.

It is awesome to catch up with a close mate, a mate whom I can spend hours talking to. We are close mates. It is perfect to catch up with a good friend whom I haven't seen for more than 3 months. And I am truly honoured, to have such a friend. Neil McNab, a truly remarkable Maths lecturer, a typical Aussie friend and definitely a truly honourable mate for life.

Keeping up with Neil is awesome and fabulous. We have endless or infinite topics to talk about. I reckon, in life, close mate can come in different sizes, ages, races and background. Yet, we still hit off very well. It is the kind of genuine friendship you will not want to give up, for life!

So, here's a humongous cheers for our friendship!

When Julia Gillard mentioned that "You have a true friend down under." and "...real mates talk straight." during her speech to the Congress of United States in Washington on 09.03.11, I knew she is right. Indeed, I have a true friend down under whom we can talk straight. And he is NEIL MCNAB.

I am very honoured. Indeed, I am truly honoured

To have such an honourable mate

Who extend wonderful and great mateship.

Life's never more interesting without you.

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Saturday, February 26, 2011

First Love

As the clock on his watch showed twelve-twelve, the scorching summer sun was high up in the air, radiating sunbeam to the land down under. Dan sat on the porch alone with a glass of iced tea and a photo album on his leg. Like any other Australians, Dan loved idling away his lazy summer days spending time at his porch.

Dan gently turned the front cover over and began to scan through each photo carefully, photos taken, collected and carefully kept over the years. As he ran his fingers gingerly through the photos, his perspiration and tears gradually fell down and hit the protective plastic layer on the photos again.

The photo album meant a lot to Dan. It was a priceless collection of photos of himself and his girlfriend, Daphne through the years. Vibrant and sporting spring outfits, sexy beach wears at the beaches during summer, casual and trendy autumn clothes to cozy and warm winter outfits, the photo album was a bank to where all the little moments of Dan and Daphne’s life were deposited. However, the bank offered no interest over the year. On the other hand, to Dan it returned him with hurtful feelings which he could never forget.

Spring brought about new hope. Dan and his college mates were all looking forward to the summer holidays despite they were still three months away. Dan was in the school library, putting his greatest effort to pass his semester in order not to be sent to summer school by his parents. As he was searching for Accounting revision books, he accidentally knocked into a blonde-hair with slender figure. All her books went all the way down.

Dan immediately picked up the books and as both their eyes met, Dan knew it was mutual attraction and the chemistry was reacting and sparks were igniting. Before his next breathe or before he could utter his apology, he knew she was the one.

I am so sorry,” Dan apologised as he picked up the books that were scattered all around. “Heh I’m Dan, Dan Scott.

Oh hi. Daphne Roberts. People usually call me Daph. And don’t worry about the books. Are you ok? Are you hurt?” Daphne reached out her hand and felt Dan’s arm. The touch was definitely electrical. Dan lost his breathe and his heart beats skip an impulse.

I’m.. alright. How about you?” Dan uttered the words. His face had definitely turned as red as the freshly picked tomatoes from the garden. Dan carried the books for Daphne and walked her to the library.

After the revision session, both of them started off well. They found both of them had a passion for accounting so much. Both Dan and Daphne shared the same big dream: going to Australia National University when they graduate from Year 12. And from ANU, they wanted to graduate as the nation’s leading and well-established accountants. Dan loved French food so much and by coincidence or rather fate, Daphne was taking up a French cuisine course at TAFE during weekends.

The incident in the library led the two to start dating. Dan was more than eager to meet Daphne everyday after class. Daphne could not wait to bring him to her house to sample her newly learnt French cuisine. Both of them walked to college and back home. Dan would surprise Daphne with a bouquet of pink roses on occasion and Daphne would be totally over the moon.

On one spring evening, Daphne brought Dan back to her house. Daphne passed Dan a can of beer and they both started talking away as the sunshine gave way to the darkness. Daphne laid herself on Dan’s chest as Dan slowly kissed her on her forehead for the first time. Daphne told him everything she knew about stars.

When I was young, whenever I saw bright twinkling stars in the dark sky, I was so happy. And I reckon you must be wondering why,” Daphne said.

Dan just nodded as he brushed his fingers through Daphne’s straight blonde hair.

My mum used to tell me that bright twinkling stars are like miracles. They can shine despite the darkness. And whenever I am feeling low, I will stare at the stars, telling myself miracles can and do happen,” Daphne closed her eyes and reminisced what her mother had told her.

Dan remained silent. As Dan stared upon the dark sky, he saw one particular star that was so bright that it caught his attention. He pointed on that star, and said, “Heh Daphne. Look at that star, that one, the extraordinary bright one.

Daphne compelled herself to move away from Dan’s warm chest and sat beside him. She looked upon the direction where Dan was pointing his finger.

I witnessed my miracle, and that miracle is you, Daphne. I love you, Daphne,” Dan whispered.

Daphne threw her arms around Dan’s neck. They both kissed passionately and during that instance, Dan did not want to let go and he wanted that moment to last forever. That humid spring evening, Dan gave his first time to Daphne. Eighteen-year-old Dan was anxious and excited then, but he had the whole evening to himself as he gently made love to Daphne. That night was an unforgettable night, a night both of them would never forget.

When Dan woke up the next morning, Daphne was still in Dan’s arms and she was sleeping so sweetly. As Dan watched her sleep, he saw the inner and outer beauty in her. She was so beautiful that Dan had inadequate of vocabulary to describe. First love was hard to forget, indeed when one truly put everything into it.

Some say first love never last.

Two years had elapsed. One summer day, Daphne left Dan without a word. A sudden fire killed the entire neighbourhood. No one was savaged. The inferno was beyond control and the firefighters failed their tasks although they tried their best. Daphne was gone, gone into thin air like ashes after a hazardous fire.

Twenty-nine now, Dan was still single. Ever since the incident, he had never been remotely interested in any other girls who stepped into his life. He still worked as a taxation accountant for he believed he wanted to realise their big dreams. He would never forget the dreams that Daphne and him talked about. During his leisure hour, he worked voluntarily as the community firefighter. Deep down inside, he never wanted the same unfortunate incident to happen on other people. He fought the fire valorously although he knew no matter how hard he tried, Daphne will never return.

As he turned the photo album back cover over, he knew and accepted the fact Daphne was dead. As he embraced the refreshing breeze that lapped onto his face, he knew his relationship with Daphne would always live on, as long as his heart still beats.

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