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Take Time

Instant coffee.
Instant noodles.
Instant messaging.
Instant prints.
Instant downloads.
Instant snow.
Instant love.

Instant this… instant that….

We are surrounded by instant things. In fact, many people prefer things that can be done in jiffy in the name of saving time. Or in order to keep up with living in the fast lane.

It’s interesting to see how people nowadays tend to forget that there are still some things can’t be done fast or instantly. And when they know they need to wait or spare more time for the results, they get restless. There are still things that need more time to be done, to be fixed, to be created. For that matter, we aim for quality instead of quantity. Why all those vintage furniture lasts longer than the ones we bought from the big box stores? Why cooking food from the scratch is healthier than consuming the boxed dinner out from microwave? If you are a true coffee lover, would you agree with me that grinding your own coffee beans will give you more satisfaction than drinking a cup of instant coffee?

In my previous path of life, I had experienced where some clients asked my team to do revision on their product advertisement in less than 24 hours. Okay, if the revision is minor, it could be done fast. But if it is major? How to come up with an excellent quality that we all strive for in less than 24 hours? I believe there will be flaws, overlook mistakes. Creating an excellent advertisement for their brand is not like making instant noodles or frying an egg. It needs reasonably time frame. But some clients like to think that the creative team is also equipped with many magic tricks like Merlin had. Of course, I said no and had to diplomatically negotiate the deadline.

Rush rush, fast fast, quick quick.
Hurry up please, oh hate delays.


Like it or not, the importance of taking time is still needed while we are living in the fast lane. That’s why I thought I should share this sweet reminder about the wonders of taking time.

Enjoy your time!
Make sure you don’t miss little things that actually matter in your life.
And I thank you for taking time reading this blog.

Author Unknown

Take time to laugh
It is the music of the soul.

Take time to think
It is the source of power.

Take time to play
It is the source of perpetual youth.

Take time to read
It is the fountain of wisdom.

Take time to pray
It is the greatest power on earth.

Take time to love and be loved
It is a God-given privilege.

Take time to be friendly
It is the road to happiness

Take time to give
It is too short a day to be selfish

Take time to work
It is the price of success.

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Growing Up Before the 90’s

Ah well… today’s post will show you how young and fun I am 🙂
I found this material on my email folder, it surely succeeded give me chuckles while remembering those good ol’ days.
Cheers to you who enjoyed the same experiences like me

How did one survive growing up

in the 60’s, 70’s, and 80’s? 

We had no seat belts, no airbags and sitting in the back of a truck was a treat…

Our baby prams had the most gorgeous lead based colours and our cradles were just a piece of mom’s sari … 

No such thing as tamper proof bottle tops… 

Cycling was like a breath of fresh air… 

No safety helmets, knee pads or elbow pads, with plenty of cardboards between spokes to make it sound like a motorbike… 

When thirsty we only drank tap water, bottled water was still a mystery… 

We kept busy collecting bits & pieces so we could build all sort of things … and we were fearless on our bikes even when the brakes failed going downhill… 

We were showing off how tough we are, by how high we could climb trees & then jumping down….It was great fun…. 

We could stay out to play for hours, as long as we got back before dark, in time for dinner… 

We walked to school, or sometimes we rode our bike. 

We had no mobile phones, but we always managed to find each other…. 

How? No one knows… 

We lost teeth, broke arms & legs, we got cuts and bruises and bl**dy noses…. nobody complained as we had so much fun, it wasn’t anybody’s fault, only ours 

We ate everything in sight, cakes, bread, chocolate, ice-cream, sweets, sugary drinks, yet, we stayed skinny by fooling around.

And if one of us was lucky to find a 1 litre softdrink bottle we all had a swig from it & guess what? Nobody picked up any germs… 

We did not have Play Stations, MP3, Nintendo’s, I-Pods, Video games, 99 Cable TV channels, Dish TV, DVD’s, Home Cinema, Mobile phones, Home Computers, Laptops, Chat-rooms, Internet, etc …. BUT, we had REAL FRIENDS!!!! 

We called on friends to come out to play, never rang the doorbell, just screamed from the balcony… 

We loved being let loose in the big bad world…without bodyguards… 

We played with sticks and stones, played chor police, doctors and nurses, hide and seek, cricket games, marbles over and over again… 

When we failed our exams we were given a second chance by simply repeating the same grade…without visiting psychiatrists, psychologists or counselors… 

Such were the days… 

We had freedom, success, disappointments and responsibilities. .. 

Most of all, we learned to respect others… 


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People Watching

I think people watching can be an endangered leisure soon.

With many of us getting more glued to the so called smart gadgets on our hands, we don’t just sit and watching others pass by.  They get so focus with their cellphones, pay no attention with the surroundings. Playing with cellphones or the latest tablets has been a new way of killing time while they are alone or even when in a group. Surfing the net, updating status or checking others’ life on the social media has become a daily habit. A must thing to do, if I must say. Instead of pick up the phone and say “Hello, how you doing?”, now people pick up the phone and type “Woke up at 7. Now I’m sipping my best frappucino in the world.”. 

And all is being done in silent way. Yes, they still can smile, puzzled or frown as part of their reaction of whatever event shown on their gadgets’ display. But they don’t utter words, they just write words. Back and forth.

As for me, I don’t have cellphone and I still enjoy people watching when I get a chance after my eyes get sore for reading a book. For a quick or a long time. I still find people watching is a fun leisure to do. By the beach, in the a café, in a library, in a store, by the sidewalk, in a commuter train, in a long que, in a waiting room, in the airport….

Because people are unique, thus is always interesting to watch them.
Even for only a glimpse.
That too to rejoice diversity.

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The Biggest Mistake

Given a question: What is your biggest mistake you have made in life?


Tick tock tick tock, the clock was ticking.
The room was quiet, the brain was thinking hard.
Rewind. Stop, play. Fast forward. Stop. Rewind. Stop, play. Fast forward. Stop, play. Rewind. Play, stop.

My oh my… apparently it was not easy to answer. I made mistakes, a lot. But which one I could call as my biggest mistake? Have to think hard again. Scratch the head, bite the pen, stand up, walk around. Sit back. Stare at the wall, look out the window, back to examine the lines on the notepad. Under circumstances, I did not know it was a mistake. Called it naive or whatever. Unfortunately, it was only until certain time then I knew I had made a mistake (when you looked back and pondered).

Then finally I stumbled onto this statement below which enlightened me. I agreed to call it as my biggest mistake I have made in my life. I regret it but don’t want to dwell with it any longer. A mistake is something to learn in our life passage in order to help us to grow wiser. And of course, something to be avoided in the future.


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Through My Viewfinder: People

By trade, I was supposed to be an anthropologist. In high school, I knew so well that dealing with numbers is not my cup of tea. Instead, I always so in love with history and culture. Which then led me to choose Anthropology as my major in university. Interestingly, after I graduated, my later resume showed how I had spent many years in the advertising world as part of the creative team. The crazy bunch of kids, according to the account and media departments. Oh what can I say? It was fun and rewarding yet stressful working environment. It was kind of work hard-play hard department in an advertising agency.

Did I waste my education? Oh not at all. There is a strong connection between what I studied and worked for. People. Yes, it’s about observing and understanding people. I feel like I will always be a constant learner, a lifetime student when it comes about people. And it always be an eye opener for me on what I could learn after observing people, wherever and whenever.

Now, being a homebody who is living in a neck of woods on the foothills of Canadian Rockies, I don’t see much people. I live in a small town where everybody almost know everybody. So it’s not really fun to observe them on daily basis. Less intriguing, I might concluded.

The only good chance for me to wear back my observer hat is when I go travelling. Little bit different than what I did back then, now I observe people only through my viewfinder.

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Passing Time: Between cellphones and playing chess (Jakarta, Indonesia)

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Picnic Time: It’s about how to take everybody in one go (Jakarta, Indonesia)

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Somebody has to do the job (Jakarta, Indonesia)

Two ladies wearing Javanese traditional dresses while selling their batik cloths (Yogyakarta, Indonesia)

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Yogyakarta used to be famous as the city of bikes. This funky lady is still reliving it. (Yogyakarta, Indonesia)

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The Culture Keepers: Gamelan players in The Palace (Yogyakarta, Indonesia)

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The becak driver with his stylish white leather shoes (Yogyakarta, Indonesia)

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Traditional morning offering ritual in a famous crafts store (Yogyakarta, Indonesia)

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Good Visit: the tempe (soybeans fermented cake) seller and her buyer in traditional market (Yogyakarta, Indonesia)

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Just pick one: When traditional and modern transportation crowd the street (Yogyakarta, Indonesia)

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Showing Off: an old guy lit his cigarette with the natural gas (Garut, Indonesia)

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Waving coconut leaves to be used for making compressed cooked rice before the Eid Day at a traditional market (Cikunir, Indonesia)

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Meat section at a traditional market (Cikunir, Indonesia)

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A fresh veggies seller at traditional market (Cikunir, Indonesia)

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A busy traditional food street seller and his buyers (Jakarta, Indonesia)

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A traditional street performer in trance stage (Jakarta, Indonesia)

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Need your jeans to be altered? He will come to your house with his sewing machine attached on the bike (Bekasi, Indonesia)

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Chinese stamp maker at work (Guangzhou, China)

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Perfect position, full dedication (Osaka, Japan)

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Field trip for kindergarten kids (Osaka, Japan)

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Men at work (Kobe, Japan)

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A lady monk stood still in the bustling tourists destination (Kyoto, Japan)

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Time to go home: two pairs elementary students walking home happily (Kyoto, Japan)

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They wanted to feed the deer, but they got so shocked when the deer suddenly surrounded them this close (Nara, Japan)

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Things to do when you are in a commuter line (Nara, Japan)

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Happy Moment: Young mothers and their toddlers (Osaka, Japan)

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Passion and Pride: A speciality chef in a Japanese restaurant (Osaka, Japan)

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Have to stay stylish while riding your bicycle (Osaka, Japan)

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“Me Time”: Quiet time in a park (Osaka, Japan)

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Rush hour in a main train station (Osaka, Japan)

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Strike a pose: Young ladies in their yukata (Kyoto, Japan)

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A rickshaw driver checking out his cellphone (Nara, Japan)

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School trip (Nara, Japan)

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National Identity: Vietnamese flight attendant in her ao dai(Osaka, Japan)

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Mighty mom picking up the kid from school (Osaka, Japan)

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It’s a man’s bag (Osaka, Japan)

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Taking a bow, saying goodbye (Osaka, Japan)

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I get by…

… with a little help of my friends.

Indeed. Sometimes you don’t need such a big help to overcome some turbulence moments in life. Just a little help will do. A friend with his or her simple yet sincere words, magically, could help you to see the light, to stay strong. Just like that day when I was in one of my turbulence moments in life, a friend of mine just simply told me  to recite this:

serenity prayer

At that time, I had no idea at all what he told me was some parts of that well-known Serenity Prayer. All I knew, I like  what he said. I followed his advice. I wrote down his wise words on my notebook. I read it many times when I was uneasy. Slowly but sure, my wanna-be-always-perfect brain started to absorb it. Then I began to feel lighten up after I had realized what was the best solution of my problem that time.

Since then up to this very second, I keep on learning that…
… I have to make peace with myself, have to give up the idea of being a tough cookie because I’m not always like that, have to be able to forgive myself and others, have to accept all my flaws, have to remember I can’t always hold “the remote control” of my life, have to learn how to let things flow, have to give time a chance to work things out at its own pace, not mine.

In a nutshell: after you have done your best, let the universe finishes it.

Insha Allah, God willing, I will reach that state of mind.

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Just Us!

I confess. I enjoy observing people.

For instance, I find it interesting to be able to capture how the lovebirds enjoy their moments together. It seems, for them, the world is theirs, only belong to them. The other people, ah…. they are just passing by.

Less that they know, watching this kind of view, somehow always brings smile and happiness to myself. It gives me an uplifting feeling. Simply nice to know here  is the time when you see and feel love is in the air. I hope they will always find their time together in their busy life. By just doing a simple things together, like these moments I managed to capture.

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A couple at the Kitsilano Beach, Vancouver.

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Two couples in between tall buildings in Osaka, Japan

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A couple cruising the Sarawak River, Malaysia.

Would you agree with me that seeing how two people in love also could spread peacefulness around us?

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