31st december 2007.. a wonderful closure for the year.

i was at the Moral Home For The Disabled. spending the afternoon there with the less fortunate. we sang songs, played games, and of course, gave out presents.
the act of giving, and in return, receiving an abundance of happiness.
when was the last time we truly smiled and laughed from the heart?
when was the last time we tried to make someone else, other than ourselves, happy?

i loved the afternoon there. being with them, so childlike and so true. my heart ached for them as they told me their stories.. and yet, they made me laugh with their unexpected childlike ways. if we only took the time to listen to them, we may also hear the voice of that child in us. why do some of us treat them as different? or judge them so?

for making this day happen, i would like to thank andrea, pauline, jasmine and alison. they were the ones behind the whole organising of today’s visit. thanks also to Moral Home For The Disabled for accommodating us. and of course, i would like to thank my fans who took time off to spend this day with me as volunteers.

my “army” of givers:
fiona
xukun
elicia
jasmine (87)
evelyn
weisiang
sean
amir
yee keat
karen
joyin
grace
shi wei
eudora
kaiting
poh ling
shimin
darren
camelia
heyi
xinyi
also kenny (who gave out his collection of toys)

thank you for making this day beautiful. thank you for sharing this day with me.
we now close the 2007 chapter on a wonderful note. a new chapter starts tomorrow and let’s make it just as wonderful.

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sometimes when i’m listening to a song, a single note stands out from the music. be it from a bell, a triangle, or from chimes.. or maybe a sharp musical note that just doesn’t blend with the whole feel of the music. perhaps i’m more sensitive to music, with its myriad layering of different instruments. maybe also through dance, when we sometimes choreograph the movements to the underlying rather than the main melody.

it’s the same as life isn’t it? a melody is played.. and what do we listen to? our hearts, our minds, or to the external influences surrounding us? do we go with the flow or do we strike that sharp note? or are we that voice that sings?

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i love my schooling days. especially when i was in uni. that was when i got to study the subjects i really wanted: theatre studies, english literature and psychology. but right now, i’m feeling nostalgic about the holidays. at least when you’re still a student, holidays were guaranteed.

i dread it when i have to work in december. the days are rainy, the weather’s perfect for lazing around, everyone around you is leaving for a holiday trip. but this year, i actually had time to have christmas eve dinner with my family at my sister’s place. i ended up sleeping on her HUGE bean bag after dinner, woke up again to have a piece of chocolate cake. and because i’m the official “cake i/c” in my sister’s department, i get to cut myself a nice big slice. dessert.. that’s the best bit!

a wonderful new year
filled with love and joy
these are my wishes
for one and all..
merry christmas =)

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just today, my friend told me that she liked me in simple make up when i turn up for events. well, so do i.. i don’t like make up in fact. in most of my dramas, i usually just conceal my dark rings, use loose powder, mascara, and that’s it. i don’t even apply foundation. but that’s me. i like to feel that my face can “breathe”..

i remember having my very first stage performance when i was in primary school. i was in the school choir and we had a musical going on. the school got the help of parents to do make up for us. i remember squirming in the chair, waiting for my make up to be done. while i had to look upwards as she was lining my eyes, i felt myself feel faint and it was almost as though i was going to black out. that poor parent got so worried and asked if i was ok, then she stopped and let me “rest” for awhile before continuing with the make up.

when i started work and make up was (and still is) an everyday affair, i still felt uncomfortable. but now i’ve gotten accustomed to it. i still like to keep it simple though. i sometimes have concerned cameraman or colleagues asking if i want to touch up, so i listen and touch up when i need to.

my mother still has a beautiful complexion, so does my sister. so i’m keeping my fingers crossed that i’ll be just like them..

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