dancer and the violin player

taken from http://sleen-wolverine.blogspot.my/2009/07/muffin-no-enemy_16.html

Snippet

life

stickman daclyn-from one of my post before

mini gallery part (eer can't remember)

No idea what to post just enjoy the drawings.

On top is called 'Dance with My father' . At first when I started my painting I wanted to just paint a landscape ala the view in Mary Poppins when Burt, Mary Poppins and the children popped up the chimney and walked on the smoke stairs . The view was magnificent alas lacking in the skills it didn't workout as how I wanted it. It was while I was drawing the that the song "Dance with my father again" came out and it went a totally different turn.

I guess what I wanted to reflect here is that the job of a father is never done and it is not the responsibility of the mother to raise the child but the father as well. To spend time, to nuture them , to guide them enhance where the dome comes it , security and education to propel her to enter into the big wide world.

I have no explanation for this except wouldn't it be great to have music and dance in your life.Provided you get the right partner of course. 

ola

Ola diary,

Been quite some time that I wrote. Been bum out so many times I lost count how many time I bum out :)

Things weren't going my way.
Love (none existing),
 work (god, I wish aliens would invade my work place, or arm soldiers crashed through the glass high beam and held everyone hostage until one of the cardio lecturer did an open heart surgery to save their injured friend, in the middle of the atrium and everyone can watch ! How cool would that be. Ok I'll settle for one of the staffs going hysterical and shouting IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD!) and art (sound of a brick thrown of a 13 storey building ad crashing on the pathway)

 (oh yeah side note, I'm on instagram @daklin2777)

 and I ain't going to talk about my cooking. Did some cooking , ala yours truly science lab experiment. You know where you mix this chemical with that chemical and it all blew up in your face.

That's what happened with me.

For example ; Mitake mushroom, blackpepper dish with potato sauteed with lemon  juice add and soy sauce with anchovy broth.

Actually the anchovy broth saved the day and add flavor to a rather blend (imagine you eating a soggy paper with high dosage of black pepper and an itsy tinsy taste of lemon) ) I was trying to be healthy ! By reducing salt intake however since my taste buds have been numbed from my previous cooking incidents, I thought it didn't matter. Yeah try saying that while eating herbal rice with it.
So I say it again the anchovy broth saved the day. Yaaaaay.

I'll tell the story of my not so mash potato, tomato  and garlic another story.

Gotta go to bed. Sorry so short.

Before going, here's a classic movie homage for you.

See you remember which movie.

Nite.

Watercolor - random paintings

This painting is based on a visit in Paris , of course the original photo is  ghazillion times better but it was hard to resist not to paint it. I'm suddenly hyped on water color .

This one was from a photo taken by my cousin during her Europe tour.

I was a bit wacky during this time , all the paintings are focus on mother and child so why not dads , their great too!!!. This piece is using soft pastel on canson paper.

exercise

Dear Diary,


It has been one of  my resolution from year after year after year after year to be active and exercise more.

Alas year after year after year I faltered in this resolution not to my lack of will power, its just that I have no power to will my self to complete a whole training  course.


My friend introduced me to INSANITY , my god , that man already had a body ofa  beast  and physical power of Hercules himself  before he created insanity and  expected us mere mortals to follow in his foot step?

'Don't stop don't stop."

Are you kidding me!within  10 minutes of the regime I was puffing like a locomotive !Instead of looking younger I had aged 30 years.

 Seriously kudos for those who can do it on a daily basis , hat off to you except that I can't move my muscle.

 Probably I'm not built for insanity , probably  I should  go into something simpler to pump up that tiny heart of mine.

So I hit the internet to find any exercise that would capture my interest. Then I realised   that there were dozens of fitness dance workout  in youtube. Hip hop , zumba , punk , krump....(you did krump?!!!! hehehe I got you there. Of course ...NOT ) Hip hop and zumba suited me well , so I was doing it almost everyday at the comfort of my living room .

Soon I got bored doing it  at home and found out that there was a gym near my home that also offered zumba.

Why not ? Since I was starting to like exercise and practically doing it every morning why not join a group and I can use the equipment there. So I enrolled as member at X gym and had a blast doing body jam and zumba . Everything was all well and dandy, I was achieving one of my resolution plus losing weight , I was practically hook ! Added with breeze walking and hiking,  the hype was up!Bring it on!
Weekends I was going for jogging as well. I realised that one way to release any stress or anger was to make the exercise more faster , dance more faster , run more faster , jump more harder , I was like a jumping , dancing gazelle (less graceful of course)

And that was when everything went down hill.

One morning I woke up early with an idea to do a short exercise. Short exercise meaning that I wanted to practise this hip hop video that I just watched the previous night, it looked so cool like 'Step up ' kind of cool . I could  see it now Step Up the Next Generation staring yours  truly or Dancing with the Stars with Derek Hough . Now that would be an awesomely cool reality.   For those who are familiar with Fitness Marshall should watch their video , their exercise move is so cool and can definetely leave you sweating (warning  not for those hard core Insanity fans this is more gentler, feminine , like Pride and Prejudice  instead of Mission Impossible 4 style  ( notice how many times that I mention cool in this paragraph  :) ) So I was doing one of the routine where I had to kick my right leg forward, right kick, left kick ,turn jump repeat , 1...2...1....2...I was doing it with so much intensity  that the 'POP' came quite a surprise  and the next thing I knew I was on the floor holding my right leg. I was in denial and  didn't think I was in pain, it's ok its just a short sharp  pain it will blow away once I start walking , and I actually started believe this as I started ready to go to work.

It was when I got out of the car that I realised that my injury was bad and prolonging more than my liking. Stepping down the stairs triggered every receptor in my right leg combining one message , I was in PAIN. Ouch was an understatement AAAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHN was more like it as I put all my weight on the railing to reduce the pressure. Seeing the doctor was not an option, plus I see the the doctor so often nowaday they might even think that I'm a Nosophobia. I had my pride so I tried out chiropractic . Regular treatment thankfully reduces the pain .

But you would have thought I learned my lesson.

Na ahh not this beast. After two weeks of rest I hit the gym again.



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gym-treadmill-use

I actually heeded the chiro's advice take it easy  (surprise .....surprise) I swear I took it easy ,I really did. I was walking on the treadmill at a slow pace of 60 ...All alone in the gym on a Saturday morning, minding my own business , listening to the pump up background music motivating me to stay longer on the mill.

It was 20 minutes walking when in came  a young girl in her twenties, slim, petite , pretty, young (I think mention that ) using the treamill beside me.  She started on a slow pace , then started going into a running pace - Baywatch style. I did try not to look at her , I did , I did remember  the chiro's words take it easy . But she's so young and running so fast , and I moved down to a walking pace of 40.


Remember your leg remember your leg.

Now her poney tail was swaying left and right  and it looked like her hair was wind blown. How was that possible when the room was fully air condition?

Sweat was running down her face. I wasn't even sweating .From the corner of my eyes I saw  the men at the weight corner looking at her.
That's IT .....I increased my speed 40...50...60...70...slight jogging ...80...90 now I was running.
Haha I was running faster than her. I was pretty proud of myself and confidently running even though my right leg was starting to sting. Two ladies running on the threadmill. After quite some time (give it a minute or two) the pain was increasing , I  didn't want to back down. I can do it , I can do it even though if my leg had a voice it would be screaming Help me! Help me!

I didn't know whether I was delusional from the pain or my pride was overreacting....did she actually pick up the pace?

I can do that ! 100!!! Ha haaaaaa......Take that, you young small petite lady with wind blown hair!

My leg was killing me but I was resilient....oooh who was I kidding I didn't want to be the first to get off the treadmill , I was like a cowboy holding on the rodeo horse until the final bell. Which I hoooooopppe would be really soon. I was feeling like my leg was going to detach from the knee cap.

Thankfully , thankfully .......the young lady finally slowed down and went to the cooling mode. I shakingly slowed down my pace to moderate ,still running , boy I don't think a mule would be more stubborner than me. She finally got off the threadmill and went into the changing room. I looked at her and glanced at the weight section whether they were still there . The men had also gone. I quickly reduce the pace to 30 and started hobbling. I heard a noice from the changing room and quickly straighten my posture , puff my chest forward and galantly walked not showing any indication of pain. The young lady glanced at me and quickly turned away, her hair toss like in a Pantene commercial.I would have done the same had I not worn a 'Tudong'. Yes people that right there was a sign of respect, if it were men they would had grunted and nodded at each other , we women do hair tosses to either admit defeat or respect for a comrade. I was feeling proud of myself right  before I fell on the floor stepping off the threadmill.

That whole weekend  my right leg was beginning to feel heaty and I was limping eveywhere.

Too embarass to meet up my chiro , I secretly went to see a physiotherapist and had to, again undergo several treatments as there was a salight hemorage in my leg.

Right now, I'm back to square one. It has been more than 6 month I hadn't gone jogging since from time to time I injured my leg.
I'm starting to become lazy again , probably I'll start the resolution for next year 2017 :)

Niight for now. ........

colors of the world

Hi there, 

Been trying various medium of painting lately from water color to oil paint to soft pastel to acrilic to gouche phew been busy .Here are some of the works that I have done and snippet videos that  I entered in youtube. (I know how pathetic am I, but hey if you feel like you gotta do it you gotta do it) 

and what better then early of the year when those office work hasn't pile up yet:P

oops the hip hop video at the end is not my work :) but I have been trying to exercise , unfortunately sprain my right leg muscle, so been making all kind of excuses not to exercise.

message behind horror movies

      Horror movies always have a moral story to it. It shows tht lazy and slow people will be the ones hardly get killed. Imagine this how many of those horror movies tht show people doing OT all alone in the office will be murdered either in the toilet, at the parking lot (since their the only one left) even the parkguard wouldnt save u because their too lazy to move around which you would hardly see a parkguard being killed normally their the ones tht is interviewed by the detective the next day when they suddenly realize theres a body. Some movies show pakguard motionless in their station NAh their not dead their just asleep so this confuses the murderer thinking that another killer must have killed the guard hence focusing on you all alone going to your car. SO if ur screaming at the tv asking Where Is the Security Guard? !!!!!!! Now you know why. And what about those lazy bum bum workers? Their actually at home lounging infront of the tv safe and sound and very much alive!!!!
      Now lets look at thosr mystrerious calls tht movie shows from murderers. Being a lazy bum bum person u let it ring and ring and ring until the killer get fedup and call another who picks it up at the first call hence enticing the killer. See even horror movies gets It doesnt serve to be slave to your job or being rhajin.psychologically if you look at it the killer could be your health. Tadaaasa u break the horror movie code. Im a genius!

Art gallery - sketch series

crazy for waterfalls

Breeze

Sometimes you feel like stepping out of your normal office. Either be at the top of a hill singing at the top of your lungs, not caring whether your tormenting the birds with your screeching rendition of 'The Hills are Alive" not caring your barefooted, soils on your dress or pants, running and running just wanting to be free, away from claustrophobic feeling of your cubicles or the monotones routine, not caring whether your getting that increment or promotion.

The natural  fresh soothing hill air kissing your  face and not the dry air conditioner that increase your wrinkles.

Wouldn't it be nice not to worry about money and just drift away and be free.
Sigh.

Frank Sinatra – Moon River Lyrics

Art Gallery

Went to Redang Island. This is the scene that caught our eyes as our longboat reached the shores. 

Ohhh got my heart broken again in a non existing relationship kinda crappy when you keep falling for the right guy just that your not the right girl for him. Ouch!  

Went to a forest reserve for a picinic with a few of my friends. Well it isn't exactly the same but almost close to  the real thing :)

I am sailing, I am sailing..... across the see.


Been almost a year since I wrote something so might as well start again. As my therapist say (yes, I actually went to a therapist. Be calm it has been truely certified that I am harmless) I need to vent out somewhere :)

Moody

Don't have much to write, I guess this painting translate very well on what I'm feeling nowadays :P

Gloomy, sad and just out of body experience doing every routine like  automated and looking at it through a tunnel vision...

///////huh guess I don't make much sense.....oh well hope to get out of this droopy mood.

Art Gallery

 

Soft pastel painting  - Through my windscreen

Canson paper

 

Baby - bam bam

A4 art block

 

Lovers - A4 Artblock 

 

Additional drawings that I did this year  :)

Jumping Puddles

A few weeks  ago I went for a marathon organized by my company.

Well actually the level that I entered could hardly be called a marathon as it was such a short distance. A very pale comparison to the 10 km and above levels. (I just entered for the sake of entering and of course the donation.Plus I never experienced a marathon atmosphere before , I was curious how it was like) How cool was it to actually have numbers and an actual marathon T-shirt ! Even though I was just going for the fun run.

All the participants were to release at the same time.

We gathered at our company's driveway at 7am. (I had to wake up at 5.30am to get ready and I wasn't in the spirit of running that morning as two of my friends fell sick)

Pessimist as I was my inner voices were saying......"Oh your all alone," "You don't know anyone there"  "You're going to have a miserable time" I still drag myself to the car. Small drops of rain trickle down my windshield as I drove at the parking lot.

Great.....more bad luck.

We warmed up at the drive way and as we were doing our stretches, it started to rain.  We huddle at the driveway and waited for the announcement whether the run will be delayed or not. I was standing beside this lady who was  alone.

What the heck, I said to myself since the day couldn't get any worse might as well make friends. I introduced myself to the lady and we made small talk.

I asked whether I could join her and she said yes. Somehow my grumpy veil dropped, I had made a friend. The rain was pouring by this time and the organizers announced that they would still begin the run. All of us went into the rain. ALL of us were soaking wet even before we got out of the company compound.

As the rain hit me I didn't feel bad anymore, it was cold, chilly but as I got soaked , it also washed of my negativity. Here I was with a new friend running together in the rain , splashing in puddles , shoes heavy with water but I was grinning like a mad men.

It was early in the morning and  I had never felt exhilarated and energized before.

When was the last time that I actually, ACTUALLY played in the rain. Eons ago when I was in school! When was the last time that I truly felt happy in the rain. Definitely not when I was cursing stuck in a flooded jam!

While others were grumbling in the rain , I took that opportunity to jump in puddles with a goofy grin in my face, smiling and joking at the students passing water to us runners (hehe which was kinda silly cause I don't think anyone was thirsty). There was this family, mother, father and son smiling and giggling in the rain . I smiled at them and they smiled back having a little adventure of their own . We waved at each other.

I understand now why Gene Kelly felt  like singing and dancing in the rain (although difference circumstances :))

Acid rain pacid rain none of us fell sick , I'm grateful cause I didn't even catch a cold.
But as I was half walking, half running in the rain , I said a silent thank you up above cause at that moment even though I was wet to my bone and even though I had made  stupid decisions these past few days and even though I couldn't run from negative thoughts ......just at the moment as I was jumping, running through puddles I felt like a kid.

And felt really happy.....

Dating

Alo, in the  mood for drawing as you can see above.

But today's story has nothing to do with painting .


It's about dating ,YUPPO my rule of dating ( kindly make known that this is NOT a guide to dating - should you be hit by another guys girlfriend or unexpectedly had to buy a large stock of perfume - I am not responsible to be  WARN)

Everyone has dated at least once in their life either they realise it or not.  You might have thought that your hanging out with a guy buddy until at the end of the day the guy said that he had a nice time and we should go on another date - THATS when you understand why he was dressed so nicely and he insisted on paying for the food or you totally forgot that it was a date and went to meet him in your simplest clothing  (aka flip flops, worn down t-shirt and equally worn down jeans)



I went on my first ever date in my early twenties.
I met this guy on the commuter train  heading back home to Seremban from Kuala Lumpur. I was tired and he was sitting beside me. He introduced himself and said that he was working in Kuala Lumpur. He was from East Malaysia. Since he was a friendly chap I decided to entertain him. We talked quite a bit - well actually he talked a lot about his family, his dad, his brother, his life at home town and I was listening interestedly . Everything went down hill when he entered into the topic of marriage ( eeerrrrr we just met, hello. ) He's searching for a wife , how he wants his wife to follow him to hometown, how he wants his wife to be the obedient type, how he wants this and that....By that time I had already spaced out. I came back to earth when he asked whether we could meet again on Saturday at Sogo. (A shopping complex in KL) . I hesitated but from what I can remember he asked for my number (I gave him my office number) and he got off at an earlier stop.

Saturday came, I was working at the office. The guy had given me a call early that morning and we were supposed to meet 1 o'clock in the afternoon. 1 o'clock, I was still in the office. I know I was a bad person I should have given him a chance I didn't know why I was freaked out in meeting him . He called a few time to ask where I was and I told him that I had a lot of work at the office. After the third call and it was approaching 2 pm , I didn't have the heart to lie anymore and said I will go and meet him.

Now Sogo on Saturdays especially in the afternoon will be crowded with people . I was looking around when I realised that I forgot how he looked like. There were a lot of men there, there are some with family, some with their girlfriends and some were with their friends. I couldn't see anyone that was seperated from any of the mentioned group. All of them looked at me  when I looked at them. How did he look like ? All I could remember was that he was on the tan side which was ridiculous because all Malaysians are on the tan side! He wasn't that tall and not that short but definetely taller than me
Which all guys there were taller than me!
(Now you know why I'm equally as bad with direction! Oh it's not that far, it's father from your house , but it's nearer to mine, it's basically the same distance from where we are now).
We were suppose to meet at the groud floor food court.

I went to the ground floor and I spied one guy standing near Delifrance looking as if he was waiting for someone. I was feeling mixed should I approach or shouldn't I approach? What the heck, might as well I approached him.

I walked to him and smiled. He smiled back which was a good sign.

"Hi , are you..................." He looked at me with a confused expression.
"No I'm not, " he said then he smiled. Not bad looking than I realised that his eyes were looking past me. I turned and I saw a pretty girl frowning slightly at me and quickly walked to his side. AND behind her was another guy glaring at me .

Ouch, that would definetely be him. I apologised profusely to him and he said that he had plans with his friends and without smiling bid me goodbye. Double ouch! Well I did deserve that I wasn't kind to him by making him wait.

My rule is always remember a guy's face and give him a break and a chance. Karma was a bitch and didn't stop there.

The second date story went much better than the first. I knew this guys to a friend of a friend who gave my picture to him. He gave me a call and we talked on the phone. We promised to meet at Sogo (it's nearer to my office) after to work for tea. I finished work at 6pm.


This time he was specific to where we should meet. I reached there about almost six, I already spotted him when I arrived but he didn't see me. Nervous,  I dived behind a Polo perfume station, panicking. He wasn't bad looking. What if he didn't like what he saw? I quickly called my friend for support , I dived to Ralph Lauren station to make the call. The sales girl ask whether I wanted to try a sample and I just gave  her my hand while busy trying to get my friend on the line. I saw him pacing around... I dived at another station and without being asked gave the salesgirl my hand.

"Go for it girl, " said my friend. It took me another 5 minutes of walk- a- bout before I got the courage to approached him. I did realized that  I had variety of smell and it was quiet strong.

Gosh I had a headache ... hopefully he won't faint from the smell. I slowly went to him and when I saw his smile , everything felt that it would be ok. And it did, we had a wonderful tea and he walked me to the train station.

We became friends and there was a few times that we go out together alas we didn't end up together but until today we became good friends.


I realized that one of the rules in in general for dating is that a lady should act as a lady and not be as chivalry as the men.
In one of our dinner dates , I thought  that since he was so kind to walk me back to the office, I decided to walk him to his monorail station and mind you it was dark at night. He wasn't happy with this but I was a stubborn person  and he didn't want to ruin the night, he finally agreed. Of course he repeatedly asked whether I would be ok ? Was I really sure? It was getting dark? When I realised it was dark  and there wasn't many streetlights on the way to the station , I nearly changed my mind. I had my ego also and I didn't want to tell him that I was getting worried. Steeling myself I stayed to my decision. Even when we reached the ticket booth , he turned to me and said " Maybe I should accompany you half way." I shook my head and waited until he went up the stairs to the monorail, wave him off.

I turned back and hugged my bag. Gosh it was dark. All kinds of images keep appearing in my head on the way back to my office.

I  ran like a tornado  when I saw my office light , just because I a noise at a dark alley.

My friends weren't happy to hear what I did  and boy did I receive an earful from them. Lesson learn so no being chivalry when your with a guy.

I have loads more of story but I'll just stop there. Bye

Are you here yet ?

Aiyo! I have done it again!



I had a dinner date a few days ago with my friends at my previous company. Since it is  the month of Ramadhan , fasting month for the muslims, my friends graciously wanted to break fast with me.

Now we were whatsapping each other during work planning where to eat. After a few suggestions we decided to  eat at Penang Restaurant in Sunway Pyrammid.

Since I finished work earlier than the rest , I went to Sunway Pyramid first to book our dinner reservation. Then it was shopping time! Time was 6.00 o'clock, one and an half hour until the call of prayers and to break fast. I think I got overboard with shopping buying about 3 pairs of shoes.

3 pairs mind you and this is coming from someone who only buys one pair to be used for work, travelling, partying and any other social events.
I can even wear the shoes even when they have holes in them. That's how rag muffin I was!

I don't know how I could have gone on a shoe shopping frenzie , again 3 pairs! Must have been the SALES sign popping out everywhere, hypnotizing us (us in this case would be only yours truelly) to buy the items. Bought a half an inch black shoe (this one is for Eidilfitri) , a flat shoe, colored blue with black emroideries and a sweet lacey flat walking shoes. (I know girly lace....EEEEEK!!!!!)

Holding the shoe bag left and right, I walked to the Penang restaurant and was surprised that my friends had not arrived yet. They had called while I was in the shop and said they had taken a sit.

Hmmmm curious I went to the table that I had booked. The waiters had brough my drink at the table and 4 complementary drinks since I told them that three people will be joining me.

7.25pm, another five minutes to eat. Worried I called one of them. She  said that they were in the restaurant. Surprised, I told her that the table that I booked was outside.

She mention that she couldn't see anyone outside.

I said ,' But I'm sitting right outside Simply Penang!"

"Simply Penang in Sunway?!"

"Yeah!"

"But we're at Nyonya Penang in Subang Parade !" wailed my friend.


Now Sunway Pyramid and Subang Parade are two different malls at different locations. I quickly looked at the whatspp message , we had sent so many messages to each other that I failed to notice that they wanted to go to Subang Parade! Right at that time, the mall gave an announcement that it was time for prayers and time to break fast. Everyone in the restaurant said a little prayer and started eating.

I looked at my food that had arrived and the four complimentary drinks feeling disappointed and of course embarassed.
I quitely told the waiter to take back the extra drinks and slowly ate my food. There was no way I would go to where they were at that time as I was so hungry.

The head waiter looked at me and the empty chairs and raised his eyebrow, I merely shrugged and gave an apologetic smile. Good thing he didn't say anthing else. I guess he understood and just smiled.

I was sad to be honest as I had to eat all by myself, but I was also slightly annoyed with my friends and also myself. Well, I did mention that I wanted to go to Sunway, they should have taken  the hint.......but then again they had wrote clearly in the llooooongg whatsapp correspondence that their going to Subang, so in the end I decided that instead of blaming others .........I should blame the Penang Restaurant!

How are we suppose to know that there are more than one Penang outlet! Who cares if its from a different OWNER! Nyonya Penang should have promoted themself well so that I would know where they are !

After I finished my bowl of rice and the deilicious red bean ice blended AND able to think straight! I started laughing at the hilarity of the situation and of course how ridiculous to blame the restaurant (plus the food was nice, I guess that was the pushing factor in getting me back in a good mood).

I called back my friends and asked them whether they werre up for coffee. THIS time I made sure that I got it crystal clear where we were going to meet :P