tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-95150782024-03-24T02:22:33.345+08:00The Mat Salleh vs the Cina-wannabequeen shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924557451495133981noreply@blogger.comBlogger645125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9515078.post-18106841492262661072017-03-18T01:55:00.003+08:002017-03-18T02:00:51.923+08:00Bon Voyage <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Feeling kinda sad that a friend, who happens to be my cousin, has moved away. It's a happy thing really because she's moving onto the next exciting phase in her life, but it feels so strange for me because she's been a big part of my 'Scotland' life.<br />
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She picked me up from the airport when I first came over for a visit at the end of October 2009 and we just clicked. It was fun getting to know her and managed to do fun things together - one of my happiest days on earth was going to Disneyland Paris with her, wedding days are so overrated. 😂<br />
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I doubt that this will change things drastically, at least I hope not. Only time will tell.<br />
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But I am so glad and happy that she is where she should be right now, she deserves all the good things that are coming her way.queen shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924557451495133981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9515078.post-49955857287850604722017-02-15T07:12:00.002+08:002017-02-15T07:12:57.398+08:00V-Day<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh - has it come round again...? I think as my age increases, my lukewarm regard for Valentine's Day decreases. Since coming to the UK, I look forward to the few days after it when the chocolates are reduced. I've never agreed with the price of flowers going up for one day and the expectation put on guys to buy them. One day where the expression of love is expected and acceptable. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Which is fine really, but sad if so much hangs on the outcome of one day. What matters so much more are daily acts of Love - flowers whenever just because, making cups of tea, checking the tyre pressure, dealing with the big spiders (even with a mild fear of spiders), making up after an argument, saying sorry, laughing over nothing...</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: source-sans-pro, sans-serif;">I guess V-day is the man-made chosen day when<span style="font-size: large;"> ♡ </span>is highlighted, but all the other days of the year is making sure that </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: source-sans-pro, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">♡</span> is filled </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: source-sans-pro, sans-serif;">❤.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><span class="text 1Cor-13-4" id="en-NIV-28670" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">4 </span>Love is patient,<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-28670A" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-28670A" title="See cross-reference A">A</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-28670B" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-28670B" title="See cross-reference B">B</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"> </span><span class="text 1Cor-13-5" id="en-NIV-28671" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">5 </span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">It does not dishonour others, it is not self-seeking,<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-28671C" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-28671C" title="See cross-reference C">C</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> it is not easily angered,<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-28671D" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-28671D" title="See cross-reference D">D</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> it keeps no record of wrongs.<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-28671E" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-28671E" title="See cross-reference E">E</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"> </span><span class="text 1Cor-13-6" id="en-NIV-28672" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">6 </span>Love does not delight in evil<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-28672F" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-28672F" title="See cross-reference F">F</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> but rejoices with the truth.<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-28672G" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-28672G" title="See cross-reference G">G</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"> </span><span class="text 1Cor-13-7" id="en-NIV-28673" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">7 </span>It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.</span><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">8 </span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">Love never fails. But where there are prophecies,<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-28674I" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-28674I" title="See cross-reference I">I</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> they will cease; where there are tongues,<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-28674J" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-28674J" title="See cross-reference J">J</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. 1 Cor 13:4-8</span></i></span></div>
queen shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924557451495133981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9515078.post-57897594461234219162017-02-06T07:21:00.000+08:002017-02-06T07:21:08.248+08:00Another yearIt's nothing new; time marches on and waits for no man. Life takes over and things that once had importance takes a back seat to current priorities. In a strange way it's nice that spaces such as this are able to hold on to existence even though its author has seemingly abandoned it.<br />
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2016 was a year that many would like to forget. Bad things happened, unexpected things happened. Good things happened too, but as usual the bad overshadows the good. From a personal view, it was the year my Ah-ma left this world. Getting the news of her passing left me in a sobbing mess, flying back for the funeral had me going through a range of emotions. Ironically, or sadly, during the funeral itself, I did not shed a tear. There was such a disconnect between the unintelligible chants of the monks, the paid-mourner, wailing for a woman she never knew and me - it was all empty, meaningless.<br />
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The close of the year took an unexpected life - a family friend I had known all my life, grew up with and was more like an uncle to me, passed away in seemingly the most pointless of ways. Falling off a ladder, falling to his death. Hanny's death had more impact on me than Ah-ma's - there's some expectation and understanding when an elderly, frail person goes yet it's sobering and alarming when someone whose time "has not yet come", comes. It is the cruel reminder that nothing in life is ever certain, no matter how much planning goes into it.<br />
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And still, time marches on - five months since Ah-ma, two months since Hanny. Time marches on.<br />
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2017 is meant to be the year I start my second chance at having a fulfilling productive life. I find myself wondering if the unpredictability of the year past will spill into the inevitability of the year present. It is times like this that I am thankful that I am able to take comfort in the words of the hymn:<br />
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<br />queen shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924557451495133981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9515078.post-73007695295256118542014-08-31T17:27:00.001+08:002014-08-31T17:27:50.282+08:00Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />queen shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924557451495133981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9515078.post-76430385748663224882012-01-08T06:17:00.000+08:002012-01-09T06:42:05.412+08:00Blog moreI feel sad for my poor blog. Like many other blogs, it has been neglected and cast aside. Replaced by trendier online avenues or perhaps the writers are all too busy living life, instead of just writing about it. <br /><br />Strangely I didn't bother thinking about any new years resolutions this year. Perhaps because i had too many other things on my mind, I just wanted 2012 to start as soon as possible. <br /><br />I am now in Aberdeen, North East part of Scotland. Tomorrow I start a new job, a normal job, with normal working hours; which I am so thankful to have got. Over the weekend I moved into a room in a flat, sharing it with a yoga teaching granny landlady, a PhD student from Bulgaria and a quiet Scot I've yet to talk to properly. In time I will probably get to know them well, and hopefully they me. <br /><br />One year. <br /><br />This time last year I was waiting to be contacted about a job in London, things were unsure, relationships were uncertain. Its funny how things fall into place, or you think they don't fall into place but then you look back and realize how they actually do. <br /><br />I'm really looking forward to this year. <br /><br />Right now though, I'm trying to drink a cup of hot chocolate, thinking ironically that my hot chocolate is too hot to drink, and it's burnt my tongue. <br /><br />Hate it when that happens.queen shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924557451495133981noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9515078.post-68356637946479450972011-11-25T18:58:00.002+08:002011-11-25T19:00:47.448+08:00Scent of a woman...Very first proper perfume, feel quite grown up.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1YY07N_Yeu1wm40h_NV8YkyQe7yAP3S80w7qAmsgntFtIB-HTwlfXudWQwIufHqOGVVVlQjJbC7CZicP8UYeJaLBUQ0YIHRfI-I1-cyZBXW6qWVx_6OCsyF8cFIeTTJuylIRU/s1600/dg2.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1YY07N_Yeu1wm40h_NV8YkyQe7yAP3S80w7qAmsgntFtIB-HTwlfXudWQwIufHqOGVVVlQjJbC7CZicP8UYeJaLBUQ0YIHRfI-I1-cyZBXW6qWVx_6OCsyF8cFIeTTJuylIRU/s320/dg2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678886193122785506" border="0" /></a>queen shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924557451495133981noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9515078.post-64767748748067501452011-10-28T17:38:00.008+08:002011-10-28T18:00:49.796+08:00To Poke or not to Poke...<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Facebook</span>. It's a love/hate thing for me obviously. Sometimes I think it's more hassle than it's worth.<br /><br />People wonder why I don't add people on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Fb</span>, in fact it's quite annoying how many people expect that I HAVE to add them just because they think I must.<br /><br />No one really cares that the reason why I was forced into getting <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">FB</span> in the first place was so family and close friends could know what I'm up to here in Scotland, and it was an easy place to upload pictures for them to see. That is and has always been my primary reason for having <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">FB</span>.<br /><br />I <strong>like </strong>my privacy. I don't like the idea of a person who doesn't speak to me on a normal basis, doesn't really care about how I am or hasn't even seen me for years wanting access into my life and what I do. That is simply called<strong><em> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">kay</span>-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">por</span></em></strong>. Its fine if you are fine with that, but don't impose your ways onto me.<br /><br />Furthermore, I don't understand why people take it so personally. If we are friends, then surely you should be confident to know that our friendship is not defined by <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Facebook</span>. And whatever happened to a phone call or a text message or sending an email if you <em>really</em> want to find out what is happening in my life? How difficult is it to type an email as opposed to clicking onto a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">FB</span> page. Sorry, it seems like a load of superficial crap to me. I don't want a Poke, a Poke means squat if that is <strong><em>all</em> </strong>our friendship consists of.<br /><br />Finally, I hate <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">FB</span> "etiquette"! If I don't Poke back means I'm ignoring someone. If someone comments on my comments I must Like it or else I'm being a snob. If someone Likes something I must comment on how much I like them liking what I like or else I'm not liked. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Lol</span>. I do not desire to be so bound by the rules of social networking.<br /><br />What is a Poke; What is a Like - a click of a mouse in a world of clicking mice.<br /><br />Now excuse me while I go check my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">FB</span> page.queen shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924557451495133981noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9515078.post-22525460871381090102011-10-25T17:43:00.002+08:002011-10-25T19:10:31.872+08:00Seriously...I mean, seriously?PAkS – <a href="http://www.malaysia-today.net/mtcolumns/from-around-the-blogs/44415-paks-parti-anti-konsert-se-malaysia">Parti Anti-konsert Se-Malaysia</a><br /><br />Oooooookayyy then.queen shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924557451495133981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9515078.post-22728979024312813232011-10-23T17:35:00.002+08:002011-10-25T17:37:59.243+08:00What a silly little thing...!You'd have thought that for such big,tall & beefy men the rugby trophy would be a massive thing, not such a tiny cup that lools ridiculously small next to them giants.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4pmJDqNpdXFl5P2kgAIQmlfrK2bXbG13F5gjHLtQUMYj_3UMKNk5ZZaNQ4GBl7Fm7UZWuj9-2smw4FxZGNcnBavCKs9I3aUaqMHCfETZR8lRXGj0g-qhzNhxXYGsiRwI-xgyU/s1600/rug.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667361123690576018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4pmJDqNpdXFl5P2kgAIQmlfrK2bXbG13F5gjHLtQUMYj_3UMKNk5ZZaNQ4GBl7Fm7UZWuj9-2smw4FxZGNcnBavCKs9I3aUaqMHCfETZR8lRXGj0g-qhzNhxXYGsiRwI-xgyU/s320/rug.jpg" /></a>queen shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924557451495133981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9515078.post-90070774089972825202011-10-20T19:10:00.002+08:002011-10-20T19:12:42.989+08:00Adele - Someone Like You<iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hLQl3WQQoQ0?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>queen shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924557451495133981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9515078.post-80416206476569160022011-08-31T17:38:00.003+08:002011-08-31T19:19:04.315+08:00Camping in HellBeautiful campsite in the wilds of Scotland, ruined by the wee beastie midges...
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<br />queen shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924557451495133981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9515078.post-5695082704930713992011-06-23T18:42:00.001+08:002011-06-23T18:47:08.619+08:00BERSIH 2.0I'll be outside the Malaysian Embassy in London on the 9th of July in a yellow t-shirt.<br /><br />Where will you be?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgucv68f2MGKU3vTCDvEh2o0WWfV9jVNaS6_Yf-eYdhTCNDPRFUDzj1N9H5WZrhIP0nm19mPnk9NP16P59_AWBVGg783dpHjz36SabP_HH2QQ9SPksSlBRGaHLJDl5ts19ltPyI/s1600/bersih.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgucv68f2MGKU3vTCDvEh2o0WWfV9jVNaS6_Yf-eYdhTCNDPRFUDzj1N9H5WZrhIP0nm19mPnk9NP16P59_AWBVGg783dpHjz36SabP_HH2QQ9SPksSlBRGaHLJDl5ts19ltPyI/s400/bersih.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621364400390398594" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rUUSOGXFhNA?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"></iframe>queen shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924557451495133981noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9515078.post-20626124818005280412010-12-25T01:57:00.002+08:002010-12-25T02:02:21.512+08:00MERRY CHRISTMAS!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiaR-D79ApLywQX94BxzSIJHeZ8no44gYG6iwOjePBJgWRP0KCRjCb-GHfIHNNbadk6OMUi5XIWNV0v9fV08SOYcg0viPk2QRFwxhcrkr8F5cvD0aphKiIufHdL5kOW_ZoHCV6/s1600/shel.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiaR-D79ApLywQX94BxzSIJHeZ8no44gYG6iwOjePBJgWRP0KCRjCb-GHfIHNNbadk6OMUi5XIWNV0v9fV08SOYcg0viPk2QRFwxhcrkr8F5cvD0aphKiIufHdL5kOW_ZoHCV6/s320/shel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554309681321396818" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Google or Wiki Jesus Christ to find out what it's all really about.</div>queen shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924557451495133981noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9515078.post-39542879127356441932010-12-18T18:44:00.000+08:002010-12-20T18:44:54.079+08:00Joke of the day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqZ4MHrqIH5o305XS3fOTIkAFjNFgzmOiO0inPmxvRLzkuJjWaTMB8YRU2ead9ypUmpklA4SpMB8F50I5apXy4KFrrbBwbU2N0wphEuBRHmCfSwqaghwIAWxUDBlbYphyphenhyphen0lor4/s1600/cross.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqZ4MHrqIH5o305XS3fOTIkAFjNFgzmOiO0inPmxvRLzkuJjWaTMB8YRU2ead9ypUmpklA4SpMB8F50I5apXy4KFrrbBwbU2N0wphEuBRHmCfSwqaghwIAWxUDBlbYphyphenhyphen0lor4/s400/cross.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552713570328199010" border="0" /></a>queen shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924557451495133981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9515078.post-63791429976132169782010-12-12T06:19:00.002+08:002010-12-12T06:22:54.379+08:00Ho..Ho..Ho @ Oxford St.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikhvPLhBEcy5rIX2e23Q65ZqumXZpDCrHu8nL-JhoDB4z_QaaApg77BJrFsgR3jEeE7f0qDI2-zxEcLjaAlVMXSlOSjvHfWb1QaQbBnpVhkf-EJQ-rIZZRujIRCB0htdTYdt7f/s1600/DSCF5780.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikhvPLhBEcy5rIX2e23Q65ZqumXZpDCrHu8nL-JhoDB4z_QaaApg77BJrFsgR3jEeE7f0qDI2-zxEcLjaAlVMXSlOSjvHfWb1QaQbBnpVhkf-EJQ-rIZZRujIRCB0htdTYdt7f/s400/DSCF5780.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549553619316147906" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFRjaJ9rDshkl6WttymayqG78sXVuZ7XbwAMi6tjyNnNT_KGpfU2PQOeNkgGZkW4pMDGFr85-cVaX7OSflQFZbkG4ZyyrUpizEIZUBTROUVR8mUQeu2_Npe3q8uvW3VO3h3ltE/s1600/DSCF5787.JPG"><img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8lpnNGe_IZ6tfGFDjb1usaYfDtimSwvRxWCLlYTZ374NDC1z9d1Dy2XirWEUqRldB3F3z1fKZa-IUTTGo7Vi137qFkNbWyoDC37Uw0_wWdSonhHOqM5u1o4eIw-3MQRLiDE9k/s400/DSCF5790.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549553535305950194" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8fvD-zZEmWKAUJzZ6WqI3k90pHLKc7TV4R4NmK8UYlVyQT3s1zhLITZUZ2CRR3WKDy4bRFLY1Lm1V4w95l1s9mQ7jklSZNUANUpdKNb-64VCAuBIz3z9S0bSlyjuFfekPXtqy/s1600/DSCF5791.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8fvD-zZEmWKAUJzZ6WqI3k90pHLKc7TV4R4NmK8UYlVyQT3s1zhLITZUZ2CRR3WKDy4bRFLY1Lm1V4w95l1s9mQ7jklSZNUANUpdKNb-64VCAuBIz3z9S0bSlyjuFfekPXtqy/s400/DSCF5791.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549553530577104578" /></a>queen shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924557451495133981noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9515078.post-25098848528029943782010-12-10T05:54:00.000+08:002010-12-12T06:15:37.561+08:00What am I?I picked up a brochure about organ donation in the UK.<br /><br />PSI: Do it! Register yourself as an organ donor - it saves lives and seriously your body is just going either rot in a grave or be burnt to ashes anyway. Might as well be of some use after death.<br /><br />Which <em>best </em>describes me though?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8OlsYVjGHjBJr8spA1J2dFWtr2NBejt_Gb32DPDENqNXMK3I1izkx3pYDChjpX9qLFQmFQv_AEQ2JLLhjiUWwg_e0938DJqVsf335_gVgUh2rwNcTYdgF7xs36YPLk4fQB9py/s1600/nhs.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549546668396608882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8OlsYVjGHjBJr8spA1J2dFWtr2NBejt_Gb32DPDENqNXMK3I1izkx3pYDChjpX9qLFQmFQv_AEQ2JLLhjiUWwg_e0938DJqVsf335_gVgUh2rwNcTYdgF7xs36YPLk4fQB9py/s400/nhs.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Surely I'm White/Chinese Asian, cause I'm not a White/Chinese Chinese...<br /><br /> Can I tick 2 boxes?<br /><br />Or Not Stated - I am Scotinese/Chitish.<br /><br />LoL.queen shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924557451495133981noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9515078.post-65571175829147850762010-12-09T16:09:00.004+08:002010-12-09T16:24:39.057+08:00People PowerToday the UK government is going to vote on higher higher education fees.<br /><br />Thousands of students are going out to the streets in front of Westminster to protest against the increase and the changes which wont help the lower income groups.<br /><br />I long for the day where Malaysian students have such freedom, power and gumption.<br /><br />To speak out and not be robots chanting "Aspirasi! Aspirasi! Aspirasi!"<br /><br />When did the word 'Protest' become such a bad word in Malaysia?<br /><br />The day our government said it was.<br /><br />Big Brother is watching you.queen shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924557451495133981noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9515078.post-55059206470469877122010-12-08T02:51:00.003+08:002010-12-08T03:32:21.584+08:00Flawed LogicIn true Shelby fashion, I didn't bother getting a jacket for my trip because I have all my winter stuff here, and figured I'll be in the aeroplane and the airport the whole time anyway so it'd be fine. Someone would bring me a jacket when they picked me up.<br /><br />The one thing I failed to take into account was the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">EasyJet</span> flight I was taking from <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Stansted</span> to Glasgow, like <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">AirAsia</span> flights, and I had to go out onto the runway and walk to the plane!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3XolCqusNiDx9PfaoKPU0O4-TM9O0MoFGMAZvJG6GbZIgO7RLpCucaW9JsmeTJXBjZR00vFvVjsbQM1dxN5pA7iUi0yJTVsmIkj8-yeb0X-KrNb-yLnBb17rJ9qp8XObxoDrp/s1600/DSCF5724.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548015408682578034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3XolCqusNiDx9PfaoKPU0O4-TM9O0MoFGMAZvJG6GbZIgO7RLpCucaW9JsmeTJXBjZR00vFvVjsbQM1dxN5pA7iUi0yJTVsmIkj8-yeb0X-KrNb-yLnBb17rJ9qp8XObxoDrp/s320/DSCF5724.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />So there I was in my short sleeved <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">tshirt</span> and thin cardigan, dashing from the airport gate out into the -2 degree weather, laughing to myself thinking how silly I must look. All the locals probably muttering, "Bloody stupid <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">foreigners</span>..."<br /><br />When we landed in Glasgow, it was SNOWING (just for me) and I had the pleasure of speed walking through it, shivering in delight.<br /><br />Moral of the story - When on a budget flight, one must always be <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">prepared</span>. .queen shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924557451495133981noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9515078.post-5911865971544262002010-12-06T01:43:00.003+08:002010-12-07T02:43:00.718+08:00How did that happen?Amazingly, somehow I am back in the UK.<br /><br />My initial 3month trip back in 2009 became 10months, at the end of those 10months I felt <em><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">tak</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">puas</span> </em>and decided to try coming back.<br /><br />So here I am again.<br /><br />Crazy - yes.<br />Uncertainty - definitely.<br />Stability - Non <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">existent</span>.<br /><br />We'll see how it goes. I'm giving myself 6months and if in that time I fail to find something decent then <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">that's</span> me done.<br /><br />I figure, if I don't do this sorta thing now while I'm still young and commitment free, then I'll never do it.queen shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924557451495133981noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9515078.post-18134517045674540802010-09-26T13:14:00.005+08:002010-09-26T14:15:58.287+08:00Filipino FrennnnWhile I was at Compass, I made friends with people from all over the world. There was another Asian girl working there as well, Mel from the Philippines and I we clicked, probably because of our shared cultural background.<br /><br />When different staff come and go, we always say stuff like, "Oh yeah, I'd love to go visit you Germany/Canada/Australia/South Africa..." but chances are it ain't gonna happen. Which was why, a month after leaving Compass I got the exciting news that Mel was going to make a stopover in Malaysia on her way back to Scotland. Woot woot!<br /><br />The challenge was, what can I cram into 3d3n without making it too rushed a trip. Also, I was determined that Mel must try as many local dishes as possible.<br /><br />Thurs : Evening arrival<br />Night - Banana leaf rice<br /><br />Fri : Batu Caves, KLCC and Petalilng Street<br />Breakfast - Nasi Lemak<br />Lunch - Eggy Fried rice<br />Random - Rotiboy's Rotibun<br />Dinner - Petaling Street Beef Ball Noodles<br /><br />Sat : Road Trip to Melaka<br />Breakfast - Char siew pau/assorted yau char quai type stuff<br />Lunch - Melaka Chicken rice balls<br />Random - Popiah, mua chee, durian cendol, Melaka layered-cake<br />Dinner - Chinese dishes: lala, toufu, pork ribs, kai lan, fried sotong<br />Supper - Fruit rojak<br /><br />Sun : Noon departure<br />Breakfast - Roti telur and teh tarik<br /><br />As I scan the list, I think we managed to try lots of different food BUT there is still so much left uneaten! Bah kut teh, dim sum, satay, Indian rojak, kuey teow....and the list goes on. Which is why the next time she's in South East Asia, she said she'll try to come over for a longer visit and try more of the food.<br /><br />Malaysia Truly Asiaaaaaa...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvU-uAWJyrSKEzT35ThI9GSItgiV7NiBjZqW34YqwHtHiRQ1e8Nuhyphenhyphen7_t6ghZsZ9qppSlw3h7Wa7ccEG1d99Vx8-IfrXeEpRkyZEVF3SEACpkkXN4dwD65yNcXtu_NH19-4gf3/s1600/DSCF5283.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvU-uAWJyrSKEzT35ThI9GSItgiV7NiBjZqW34YqwHtHiRQ1e8Nuhyphenhyphen7_t6ghZsZ9qppSlw3h7Wa7ccEG1d99Vx8-IfrXeEpRkyZEVF3SEACpkkXN4dwD65yNcXtu_NH19-4gf3/s320/DSCF5283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521101803513558226" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSKEpgkNFNi2ES1YVjq69k8pSVF1qZ9bO16jLYG0xYkBrMXEi42s6p3W6s9B5_8fVqHA6DsFYbj3JnyUbosU4aMMSAvhEpqvfMK_xT8uX56o6ssv_ekn4NP7Qjc7UuUWE_qLAH/s1600/DSCF5275.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSKEpgkNFNi2ES1YVjq69k8pSVF1qZ9bO16jLYG0xYkBrMXEi42s6p3W6s9B5_8fVqHA6DsFYbj3JnyUbosU4aMMSAvhEpqvfMK_xT8uX56o6ssv_ekn4NP7Qjc7UuUWE_qLAH/s320/DSCF5275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521101800445741666" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRs1rdLpOrRWhV1fJMwS5jHwxoBV4OM-MrGidRt6L8VVkZMYRG6K9Sqb1WlOYw7kkpv6UIlGaPBr0_-JpxP55ShEWPqX0aaHC62SzF9Dm0APu0xtXEn0ID4ClM__4ZGXTzc9wy/s1600/DSCF5234.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRs1rdLpOrRWhV1fJMwS5jHwxoBV4OM-MrGidRt6L8VVkZMYRG6K9Sqb1WlOYw7kkpv6UIlGaPBr0_-JpxP55ShEWPqX0aaHC62SzF9Dm0APu0xtXEn0ID4ClM__4ZGXTzc9wy/s320/DSCF5234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521101790545905714" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimyfHLXH85LjQ0dVYhxRyxmMyd_7O9556ViEVBIDAMtZizFqigyLj244s6BDm_L09Sz9oANJQg_w7T_yU7xxZmwpe5X5AHKMk3TymZiJrzLVwtEmbfMo5zq5_HtAX37QGBNLZ4/s1600/DSCF5181.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimyfHLXH85LjQ0dVYhxRyxmMyd_7O9556ViEVBIDAMtZizFqigyLj244s6BDm_L09Sz9oANJQg_w7T_yU7xxZmwpe5X5AHKMk3TymZiJrzLVwtEmbfMo5zq5_HtAX37QGBNLZ4/s320/DSCF5181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521101778181806594" border="0" /></a>queen shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924557451495133981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9515078.post-160565507711118802010-09-21T23:18:00.005+08:002010-09-21T23:32:18.598+08:00Why didn't you?The cause of so many headaches - undeclared expectations.<br />You think I'll do this, and are frustrated when I don't.<br />I think you'll do that, and am disappointed when you don't.<br /><br />There's nothing wrong with having expectations, its only natural in friendships and relationships to expect more from a friend. If not what makes a friend any different from the next random person walking down the street?<br /><br />The problem is always when we do not make our expectations known. Why don't we? Because none of us want to come across as bossy or demanding.<br /><br />Big mistake, as it only results in one person being oblivious and the other person hurt.queen shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924557451495133981noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9515078.post-48189842497303566392010-09-09T10:26:00.004+08:002010-09-09T19:05:06.495+08:00HomeI'm back.<br /><br />Its really weird to be home after being away for 10months.<br />Little things have been moved about; what used to be here is now over there. This drawer now has this stuff and the other drawer has that stuff. My room needs a total clear out of junk.<br /><br />Today I drove to get something from a stationary shop and I discovered it had shut down, I went to the TTDI post office and was shocked to see it now a KFC Drive-Thru and when I wanted to take the u-turn to get to Damansara Kim, I ended up going over a flyover that wasn't there when I left! So much has changed, and I am not happy with the changes happening to my area.<br /><br />Damansara Utama used to be such a quiet, nice area, no jams, no fuss. Over the past 10years, its changed so dramatically, but now its just gone crazy being caught between everything, and no developement control at all. Way to many cars squeeze through DU to get to the NKVE and the LDP. Unfortunately, since my room is just one row away from the highway, there is the constant sound of traffic. Something else I've got to get used to after a year of silence at night. <br /><br />Ah, there's so much I could grumble about, I'll just have to keep thinking of the reasons why I'm home for now.<br /><br />The 3F's - Family, Friends and Food.queen shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924557451495133981noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9515078.post-42630045107192702622010-08-28T07:12:00.002+08:002010-08-28T07:20:00.829+08:00No differentNo different from the past<br />No different from the rest<br />No different from the cliché<br />No different from the change<br /><br />Some things never change,<br />like me not remembering<br />that some things never change.queen shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924557451495133981noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9515078.post-27737375159055207262010-08-25T17:00:00.002+08:002010-08-25T17:03:55.779+08:00His Eye is on the SparrowAs Christians we always try to make our plans around what we believe is God’s will. Before making any major life decisions, we commit the matter to Him, ask for His will to be done but then have the impossibly difficult task of waiting to hear what he has to say, we wait for the Yes, No or Wait that He is meant to give us.<br /><br />Its challenging therefore when faced with a situation where once all the good Christian steps have been taken, and we think we’ve figured out what He wants for our lives, suddenly everything gets turned around or is topsy turvy and you find yourself questioning not only yourself but God. But didn’t He say yes to this? Wasn’t that His will for me? What now Lord? Over thinking and over analyzing every single thing we might see as a ‘sign’ from Him. Freaking out that we’ve made a huge mistake and wondering how annoyed God probably is with us.<br /><br />From calmly walking down the set out path, to a sudden stand-still. We wonder about our own judgement of His will and our confidence in tuning into that still small voice is shaken. How easy it must have been for Abraham and Moses to have God speaking directly to them, telling them exactly what He wanted them to do. Does it mean they listened to God 100%? We think, “If I was told directly by God to do this, or do that, I’d obey – no questions asked.” No, they definitely strayed from time to time, but there’s no denying that we Christians now envy the direct hotline they had to God.<br /><br />The problem of a mistaken discernment of His will is that we then tend to let our weaknesses take over – anger, frustration, fear, doubt and worry... Everything that is the opposite of being under His wing. We worry because the plans we’ve made, plans that most probably provide security and safety, predictability and stability, are no longer part of the agenda.<br /><br />The bible talks about worry in the well known passage in Matthew 6. It says in verse 25,<br />25"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? 26Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life[a]?<br />33But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.<br /><br />For those days when we are feeling low and wondering if God is bothered with our problems, it’s good to remember that God cares for and looks after the sparrows, a small and insignificant bird. We are worth more to Him than the sparrow.<br /><br />We are worth so much that Jesus died for us so that we might live. We are worth so much that we were given the gift of the Holy Spirit. We are worth so much that we will one day be reunited with God, the maker of the Heaven and the Earth in paradise forever.<br /><br />What do we do when we are stumped to figure out His will for us? Knowing the Father is the surest way of knowing His ways and only by reading the Word will we have the knowledge of who He is and what He would want us to do. Sometimes there are no right or wrong answers, but there are right or wrong intentions and motives. We need to check and see whether or not the ‘path’ we thought He had set out was actually designed by us, or chosen to suit our desires and ambitions. Or maybe He isn’t intending a 180 turn in the opposite direction, but just a detour along the way.<br /><br />At the end of the day, the message is clear: Love the Lord your God with all your heart and all your soul and all your strength. If this commandment is kept as the focus point in our lives, we should have no cause to worry so much about choosing the right path or be too overly cautious that we end up doing nothing. Remember that to walk the talk does actually require walking, and as worrying as it can be sometimes, we know that the Good Shepherd is always guiding, helping and walking beside us along the way.<br /><br />Matthew 10<br />29Are not two sparrows sold for a penny[d]? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father. 30And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. 31So don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.<br /><br /><strong><em>His Eye is on the Sparrow</em></strong><br /><br />Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come,<br />Why should my heart be lonely, and long for heaven and home,<br />When Jesus is my portion? My constant Friend is He:<br />His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.<br /><br />“Let not your heart be troubled,” His tender word I hear,<br />And resting on His goodness, I lose my doubts and fears;<br />Though by the path He leadeth, but one step I may see;<br />His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.<br /><br />Refrain:<br />I sing because I’m happy, I sing because I’m free,<br />For His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.<br /><br />Whenever I am tempted, whenever clouds arise,<br />When songs give place to sighing, when hope within me dies,<br />I draw the closer to Him, from care He sets me free;<br />His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.<br />His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.queen shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924557451495133981noreply@blogger.com1