tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31836019208912482062024-03-14T13:13:59.795+08:00Blogging Behaviour | Sue Anna JoeA little something to shareSue Anna Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605057257435083800noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183601920891248206.post-76624547983915047532023-01-28T11:42:00.004+08:002023-01-28T11:42:48.846+08:00Day 4: Sick & my interview on Astro Awani<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Am feeling a bit unwell today. Kena demam blogging ke apa ni. Haha. Anyway, I don't think I can write up a post today, so I'll just share a video of my interview with Astro Awani a while back. Punya lama tak keluar TV, I was sooooo nervous. Dahla live. So I'll leave you with this video. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Much love,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxC2-UnYH54rxYRISLCs1EZBmyG1M7qvwoagVNvmG6V-4jInr5Ouvs4k-msq6ErhsBiyfKJGJ4IRTHDKLEVd62ckSQdQFUpwFgRQOXdjjcZfT7X7-tWzdNvH69rnulODYjeFNSzQBJnyF_sfC8mdRSeZ7tJxd_R1IOGB9E1X-vzRtpy718ZpRA_XyFYA/s388/text-1674649140806.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="98" data-original-width="388" height="27" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxC2-UnYH54rxYRISLCs1EZBmyG1M7qvwoagVNvmG6V-4jInr5Ouvs4k-msq6ErhsBiyfKJGJ4IRTHDKLEVd62ckSQdQFUpwFgRQOXdjjcZfT7X7-tWzdNvH69rnulODYjeFNSzQBJnyF_sfC8mdRSeZ7tJxd_R1IOGB9E1X-vzRtpy718ZpRA_XyFYA/w108-h27/text-1674649140806.png" width="108" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/m6squyl33gU?start=81" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Sue Anna Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605057257435083800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183601920891248206.post-11843177638193834762023-01-27T13:21:00.004+08:002023-01-27T13:23:57.937+08:00Binging on Gilmore Girls & K-Dramas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/e/e6/Gilmore_Girls_season_1_box_set.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="375" data-original-width="266" height="375" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/e/e6/Gilmore_Girls_season_1_box_set.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, Gilmore Girls has a new season, "A Year in the Life". Back then I didn't really watch Gilmore cause always missed it when it aired. So recently decided to binge on it from Season 1 before I watch the latest. </div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">I really love TV shows from this era. Don't know if it's an age thing, but it just hits differently then current TV shows. Currently at Season 4. I watch mostly while I do other things, duk tengah kupas, potong bawang ke, sambil lukis ke, e.t.c...</p><p style="text-align: justify;">So I binge like 2-3 episodes at one go. In the meantime, there are a bunch of other series that I watch as well but leave hanging. And get back to it whenever I feel like it. Sometimes I forget the storyline. But some series I tend to like really binge watch from start to finish. Depends on how hooked I am.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">We have Astro at home, tapi tak tengok langsung now dah ada Netflix as well as Disney hotstar. But might wanna cancel subscription for Disney cause we don't watch it as much. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Have watched quite a number of Korean series. They make some really great series. I even did a few digital paintings based off the screencaps of them. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://pbs.twimg.com/media/E5kjjOIVEAAnQNP?format=jpg&name=large" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="559" data-original-width="800" height="448" src="https://pbs.twimg.com/media/E5kjjOIVEAAnQNP?format=jpg&name=large" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Vincenzo</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://pbs.twimg.com/media/E5kjjg9VIAAbgMl?format=jpg&name=large" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="559" data-original-width="800" height="447" src="https://pbs.twimg.com/media/E5kjjg9VIAAbgMl?format=jpg&name=large" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Goblin</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://pbs.twimg.com/media/E5kjjyKVEAAiHuo?format=jpg&name=large" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="407" data-original-width="800" height="326" src="https://pbs.twimg.com/media/E5kjjyKVEAAiHuo?format=jpg&name=large" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Uncanny Counter</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://pbs.twimg.com/media/E5kjkBtUYAAssEp?format=jpg&name=large" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="501" data-original-width="800" height="401" src="https://pbs.twimg.com/media/E5kjkBtUYAAssEp?format=jpg&name=large" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hotel Del Luna</td></tr></tbody></table><div>Been a while since I've did these kind of digital paintings. Realistic-ish. I started doing them when I watched Hotel Del Luna, was in love with the cinematography, the ambience. It was soooo beautiful which made me want to repaint the scene. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, gonna end this here. Need to rest a bit and hopefully feel better soon. But will try my best to keep on posting on this blog on a daily basis. Share with me your fav series, might watch it as well! Aight, byeeeee. </div><div><br /></div><div>Much love,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoEsNRxlvB_vv8YxhAwYzrI_UomIE2jdnEsYv-T7d_e8VWkOGHQEOQES5T7-2oRd2uJOTPbsl92wjwnIH-Ii6-aPW1-F0h2A3xLKKE4xZWDzDCrBdIoLOaMepYCr3iaI_VTbnImTjS2CwhoI7-4aNGJxzjIfWhb0egBOHAADogIGBJcbLhegZ-CyM-wg/s388/text-1674649140806.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="98" data-original-width="388" height="26" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoEsNRxlvB_vv8YxhAwYzrI_UomIE2jdnEsYv-T7d_e8VWkOGHQEOQES5T7-2oRd2uJOTPbsl92wjwnIH-Ii6-aPW1-F0h2A3xLKKE4xZWDzDCrBdIoLOaMepYCr3iaI_VTbnImTjS2CwhoI7-4aNGJxzjIfWhb0egBOHAADogIGBJcbLhegZ-CyM-wg/w102-h26/text-1674649140806.png" width="102" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>Sue Anna Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605057257435083800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183601920891248206.post-26562086488386042692023-01-25T22:43:00.008+08:002023-01-26T15:35:47.216+08:00Hari ke-2 cubaan berblogging seperti duluPanjangnya tajuk. Okay, I tulis kat Twitter yang I akan cuba blog setiap hari. Kah kah kah. Let's see how long this will last. So here I am on my 2nd day of blogging like I used to. <div><br /></div><div>Today's topic will be...</div><div><br /></div><div>Dammit, still got no idea what to write about. Tiba rasa macam, oh boringnya kehidupan I seharian sebab takda content nak tulis. Then again, there is actually so much to write about rather than myself right? So what, do I Google about what to write? Pick up some interesting findings on the internet and share?</div><div><br /></div><div>Tapi sebab Twitter dah ada bebenang, benda ni semua boleh tulis situ. All in bite size. So here I am thinking out loud while typing out my thoughts, what should I blog about that would differentiate it from blogging and all other social media posts? </div><div><br /></div><div>WHAT DID I BLOG ABOUT LAST TIME??!!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Okay jap, lemme recall... I think some were about me and my troubles with finishing my degree. Then, I talked about some of my love life (which I decide to no longer share cause I'm keeping that one personal). Not everything should be shared kannn. At least that's what I learnt last time. *sniff*</div><div><br /></div><div>Then I had a few controversial "clout-ish" posts about current happenings. Then ohhh I had my fashion blog, Count The Thread sharing my OOTDS and street styles I shot (that was fun). My other art and photo blog, which I didn't update as frequent. Lmaoo I even had a motherhood blog also. I had multiple blogs. Like how on earth??!! Yang ni satu pun tak tau apa nak tulis. </div><div><br /></div><div>HOLD UP! As I was writing this post, someone commented Sam & Din on my Twitter, and I was like hahahahahahha. Yeah I used to talk about my silly dreams. </div>
<blockquote class="twitter-tweet"><p dir="ltr" lang="hi">Chaiyok for sam n din</p>— Iήsͥⱥnͣeͫ 🇲🇾.💬.🔁.💙.🔀.📊 (@insaneoredi) <a href="https://twitter.com/insaneoredi/status/1618248133229834241?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">January 25, 2023</a></blockquote> <script async="" charset="utf-8" src="https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">Tak taulah kalau ada orang lain yang ingat, but it was about my dream about Sam & Dean (Supernatural), I mimpi jumpa dekat Baskin & Robbins RR mana tah. Sam & Dean duk beratur kat belakang, sekali dia cakap favourite dia Pralines n Cream jugak. Wahahaha. Hati berbunga dalam mimpi tu sampai terjaga</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihgYnC8GbvIAazpBBSCOstCD7Tb50GznAzxi_MoBvXMZFLI9jUwNSQ62B9Hbb5b6363x34as8FEioHQMWm1nmyf18t_MSln9v8a5t1XjMk8V9iUlHhEjsz2HBeK4-cSkrrzHJOHmELqp7t8dEq3TjCb81JynFnwtKbERdTq0dPM8viuS5r2hCvRS-1gA/s755/MV5BNjRiZDljNDctOWExNS00ODVkLThkODctZDk5MWE4MmRmODc1XkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyNjU2MTAzODk@._V1_UY1200_CR558,0,630,1200_AL_.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="755" data-original-width="630" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihgYnC8GbvIAazpBBSCOstCD7Tb50GznAzxi_MoBvXMZFLI9jUwNSQ62B9Hbb5b6363x34as8FEioHQMWm1nmyf18t_MSln9v8a5t1XjMk8V9iUlHhEjsz2HBeK4-cSkrrzHJOHmELqp7t8dEq3TjCb81JynFnwtKbERdTq0dPM8viuS5r2hCvRS-1gA/w230-h276/MV5BNjRiZDljNDctOWExNS00ODVkLThkODctZDk5MWE4MmRmODc1XkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyNjU2MTAzODk@._V1_UY1200_CR558,0,630,1200_AL_.jpg" width="230" /></a></div></div><div>Mimpi pun jadi content kan. But I think that's what was fun about blogging on Budu & Belacan. Random silly posts like that. But this blog would probably be a bit different, since it's a different time now and I'm much older. </div><div><br /></div><div>Will try my best to keep my content interesting. Tapi tu lah, kadang syok sendiri pun ada. Would be nice that others would join in and blog as well. If you do, drop your links in the comment. Nanti I add the links to my sidebar. </div><div><br /></div><div>Alangkah best kalau dapat bawa kembali zaman gemilang berblogging kan? Dia punya rasa teruja tu lain macam kalau ada post baru, nak lagi dari blogger kegemaran. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am also thinking that, maybe I can have this blog to an extension of some of my tweets. So like, if you wanna read more, drop by my blog post. Cause even with Twitter threads, some things can be somewhat limited. Banyak kena cut down to keep with the character limit. </div><div><br /></div><div>Tapi masa Twitter dulu, siap kena ada external link kalau nak tweet panjang haha. So this is why blogging was still relevant. And time tu takda thread. So blogging was the go to place to membebel and stuff. Nak share gambar segala, IG pun masih cam not as blown up as it is these days. </div><div><br /></div><div>Haih, makin menulis ni, makin membara rindu nak blog dan kembalikan feeling tu. I'd say blogging days were some of my best Internet days. Not to mention made so many real life friends there too. </div><div><br /></div><div>Okaylah, ending this here. Adios. </div><div><br /></div><div>Much love, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilsiRovKSUmVaNZhGVb9_PshTgztYAeUwjhAwRzDPJa9eX3O4nHsicx1bhcQON4an0_ht-kOatKUzLZ1uhEmhnx2ncQ7s3fkwk-GXQ6TymqFN20dipqMC2ntBYNsvNh5m29u3OGrtnXDULd7TXVWxQRUbSsZlwc8AshSD13ftbBYr_2D-9gTB7yaM2zQ/s388/text-1674649140806.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="98" data-original-width="388" height="32" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilsiRovKSUmVaNZhGVb9_PshTgztYAeUwjhAwRzDPJa9eX3O4nHsicx1bhcQON4an0_ht-kOatKUzLZ1uhEmhnx2ncQ7s3fkwk-GXQ6TymqFN20dipqMC2ntBYNsvNh5m29u3OGrtnXDULd7TXVWxQRUbSsZlwc8AshSD13ftbBYr_2D-9gTB7yaM2zQ/w126-h32/text-1674649140806.png" width="126" /></a></div>Sue Anna Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605057257435083800noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183601920891248206.post-67060748659432600852023-01-25T20:21:00.007+08:002023-01-25T21:03:17.768+08:00Hello 2023<p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVy_UotHWPOPilcRjmehnB0yvUb2BMThy-pIG0sFE9zDwQ06vEqVWo6LLtc7iLC-bBZ_JJCQLfHCzRSa55WUuCVuOhj0FQleQS03zBROPvYdaI48xYhtZgfiaB_3EPBbUZMJzZ5jMOebpO-lk7G5wKE70lpfCxrT_jtZWhcc446qN785pyTwpYcEZACw/s1080/2021_12_26_20_26_42_mh.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVy_UotHWPOPilcRjmehnB0yvUb2BMThy-pIG0sFE9zDwQ06vEqVWo6LLtc7iLC-bBZ_JJCQLfHCzRSa55WUuCVuOhj0FQleQS03zBROPvYdaI48xYhtZgfiaB_3EPBbUZMJzZ5jMOebpO-lk7G5wKE70lpfCxrT_jtZWhcc446qN785pyTwpYcEZACw/s320/2021_12_26_20_26_42_mh.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yoooooo. It's been like 2 years since I last blogged. So, am just gonna go right at it. But so clueless of what to write. Still amazed and puzzled how I could write multiple posts in a single day back then. And now I just have no idea. Like hmm. And I keep on writing about blogging each time I write a new post. I also keep on blaming Twitter for ruining the blog experience. </div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Rindu zaman Budu & Belacan: Busuk Tapi Sedap days. Rindu those chatboxes on the side, and who visited stats etc.. Then there was Nuffnang with the advertorials and what not. Of course the events were wonderful. Got to meet fellow bloggers. Fun days fun times. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Fast forward to today, I am mostly at home. Quit my day job, to be a full-time stay at home mom, work at home mom. 100% for a living. It has it's ups and downs. Buuuuttt I don't wanna get into that now. Maybe will keep it for another blog post, that is if I ever do continue writing. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9xXz2hgLZ-oLHKq9JEPLxOaw8hxFZJNuqOrzjJnOo5s5nQ0xsf4a_b4CUVRUgfrgg9WeUbAKaNwbgzoGfMc9yUwRUcRr_fPGOVqSC9M7DdheVbJTmJzMwOpmlKkvOicRyWNMcvn0mfxyV94z2ZpWQ8ZkldMH_yNHtGAmvfTHXRzRVEi6Ni55OqBYZ2A/s2048/20210620_193053.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9xXz2hgLZ-oLHKq9JEPLxOaw8hxFZJNuqOrzjJnOo5s5nQ0xsf4a_b4CUVRUgfrgg9WeUbAKaNwbgzoGfMc9yUwRUcRr_fPGOVqSC9M7DdheVbJTmJzMwOpmlKkvOicRyWNMcvn0mfxyV94z2ZpWQ8ZkldMH_yNHtGAmvfTHXRzRVEi6Ni55OqBYZ2A/w400-h300/20210620_193053.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So this is <b><span>Secret Mail Service</span></b>. My surprise greeting card business I founded with my husband in 2017. Then went hiatus due to production issues, then now we're back! Just got a new printer so I can print the custom messages at the back. </div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Fmw3Aj4aUAA8lUf?format=jpg&name=medium" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Fmw3Aj4aUAA8lUf?format=jpg&name=medium" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FnAZPf8acAApqwc?format=jpg&name=medium" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FnAZPf8acAApqwc?format=jpg&name=medium" width="400" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;">If interested you can check out our Instagram <a href="https://www.instagram.com/secretmailservice/" target="_blank">https://www.instagram.com/secretmailservice/</a> or our Twitter <a href="https://twitter.com/secretmailsrvc" target="_blank">https://twitter.com/secretmailsrvc</a></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Then, lately I've been TikToking, and tried gaining 1k followers to start doing LIVE. So reached 1k, but danngggg so awkward. </p><blockquote cite="https://www.tiktok.com/@sueannajoe/video/7176128348425293083" class="tiktok-embed" data-video-id="7176128348425293083" style="max-width: 605px; min-width: 325px;"> <section style="text-align: justify;"> <a href="https://www.tiktok.com/@sueannajoe?refer=embed" target="_blank" title="@sueannajoe">@sueannajoe</a> A slightly long video of me. Hoping I can gain more followers on TikTok so I can do LIVE art sessions! <a href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/fyp?refer=embed" target="_blank" title="fyp">#fyp</a> <a href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/artist?refer=embed" target="_blank" title="artist">#artist</a> <a href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/art?refer=embed" target="_blank" title="art">#art</a> <a href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/artwork?refer=embed" target="_blank" title="artwork">#artwork</a> <a href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/procreate?refer=embed" target="_blank" title="procreate">#procreate</a> <a href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/digitalart?refer=embed" target="_blank" title="digitalart">#digitalart</a> <a href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/traditionalart?refer=embed" target="_blank" title="traditionalart">#traditionalart</a> <a href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/painting?refer=embed" target="_blank" title="painting">#painting</a> <a href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/abstractpainting?refer=embed" target="_blank" title="abstractpainting">#abstractpainting</a> <a href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/illustration?refer=embed" target="_blank" title="illustration">#illustration</a> <a href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/doodle?refer=embed" target="_blank" title="doodle">#doodle</a> <a href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/artset4?refer=embed" target="_blank" title="artset4">#artset4</a> <a href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/tiktokmalaysia?refer=embed" target="_blank" title="tiktokmalaysia">#tiktokmalaysia</a> <a href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/tiktokartist?refer=embed" target="_blank" title="tiktokartist">#tiktokartist</a> <a href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/tiktokart?refer=embed" target="_blank" title="tiktokart">#tiktokart</a> <a href="https://www.tiktok.com/music/original-sound-sueannajoe-7176128375944514331?refer=embed" target="_blank" title="♬ original sound - sueannajoe">♬ original sound - sueannajoe</a></section></blockquote><p><span style="text-align: justify;">Like how on earth people can be so natural on live. I macam eh nak cakap apa ni. I nak record video atas ni pun banyak gila take. But every once in a while I do go on randomly. But only like 10 or 9 is my most viewers at one time. Hahaha. Sendu. My live is mostly art stuff though..</span> </p><p style="text-align: justify;">And some of the LIVE are damn weird. And ramainya tak tidur like up till 3AM doing live. Siap full on make-up. But yeah most of them do get these live gifts which is converted into real money. So I guess that't their way of gaining income. To be honest, if TikTok was around during my younger days, I'd probably be doing that too. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Tapi ada yang siap buat live tidur la, then nenek tua mandi lumpur la, siap polis buat siasatan. ASMR memang ramai buat, and ramai gila viewers. But back to that nenek tua mandi and tidur, it's like a new age begging. I faham yang live buat art content, bagi gift and that person will draw you, but some are just super desperate. Siap macam okay, kalau you bagi this certain amount, I will dance, slap my face, conteng muka. And kadang siap couple laki bini buat. Scary how it is. Black Mirror is becoming a reality. Anything for clout, anything for money. Malu segala sudah dipadam. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Anyway, I'll end this post here. Trying to warm up. Who knows I might make blogging a regular thing again. Tapi memang kering takda idea apa nak tulis. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Alrite, thank you to those who dropped by and read. Thank you for those who have followed me during my Budu & Belacan days or even way back. Wouldn't be here without you guys.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Much Love, </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7uI-VmmVGxXSDUesaaijpLmIvWGVZNeEemGqqcr8MMCtOJj7Nr26yrYf_eKV62tnwQ7GFfMu_RaTBKylYZ1RxULKhbXyzAAwcH4uo1lOzI999wFAOgz_U3M7DVma4i5F2gT_PyxbPmEQZsXrVcDZ8PHGwTx7LyDi0m9WaSMoCMs6GKoCrkhdQmH6iew/s388/text-1674649140806.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="98" data-original-width="388" height="28" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7uI-VmmVGxXSDUesaaijpLmIvWGVZNeEemGqqcr8MMCtOJj7Nr26yrYf_eKV62tnwQ7GFfMu_RaTBKylYZ1RxULKhbXyzAAwcH4uo1lOzI999wFAOgz_U3M7DVma4i5F2gT_PyxbPmEQZsXrVcDZ8PHGwTx7LyDi0m9WaSMoCMs6GKoCrkhdQmH6iew/w109-h28/text-1674649140806.png" width="109" /></a><br /><br /></p> <script async="" src="https://www.tiktok.com/embed.js"></script>Sue Anna Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605057257435083800noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183601920891248206.post-8322791978764496752021-02-13T20:48:00.001+08:002021-02-13T20:48:13.114+08:00Monologue: The feeling of giving up<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQBK2jKj3eMLezM2C5zmkWrjdPQSvfQmTIqYH9GPZPK1bdof_v0A0Kq1OSRI8vdQV3vGoCRtzaO0NUWOeG5LpRmZIWEv42Qo-AMFb8VDV49gADEmUFtxAZtLd4HpC8x1HohnqmdH-bczDo/s2048/pexels-akshar-dave-1299417.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQBK2jKj3eMLezM2C5zmkWrjdPQSvfQmTIqYH9GPZPK1bdof_v0A0Kq1OSRI8vdQV3vGoCRtzaO0NUWOeG5LpRmZIWEv42Qo-AMFb8VDV49gADEmUFtxAZtLd4HpC8x1HohnqmdH-bczDo/w640-h426/pexels-akshar-dave-1299417.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo by <a href="https://www.pexels.com/photo/monochrome-photography-of-person-on-dark-room-1299417/ " target="_blank">Akshar Dave</a> on <a href="https://www.pexels.com/">Pexels</a></td></tr></tbody></table><p style="text-align: justify;">Is giving up an option? Yes and no. Some things I've given up, was the best choice I've made, but some turned out to be regrets. Of course there is no turning back, but there is always that question of "what if". This is life, the choices we make, the path we choose to take. It's always an adventure, scary a lot of times. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">But this is why, we need guidance in life. Dan kita sebenarnya dah ada "guidance" ni. Apa sepatutnya yang dituju dalam hidup ni. Tapi banyak masalah timbul sebab kita mengejar yang duniawi sampai matlamat yang kekal yang sepatutnya kita kecapi kita ambil ringan. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">I am always struggling with this, at the end of each day, I reflect on myself, and can't help but feel disappointed for not making the most out of it. And always set a new goal the next day, hoping to be a better me, and sometimes I do, a lot of times I fail at it. And the thought of just giving up keeps on lingering in my head, which makes me feel all useless. And I fall back to zero. Get back up build the pieces again, only to bring it down another day. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">It's a tiring and an exhausting routine. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">But no, although I feel like giving up, I know I won't. I will always find a way to get back up, even it means I continue to fall, get hurt, get back up, only to fall again. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">There are changes I need to make. I do believe or at least like to believe that I do improve a bit each time. At least I am trying, and will try harder, and maybe less some days, but I will try no matter how hard I fall, I will go on. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">/end</p>Sue Anna Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605057257435083800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183601920891248206.post-66258412372269922021-02-12T12:13:00.006+08:002021-02-12T15:00:07.133+08:00Was once an influencer, and why the hiatus?<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbUU2jJQR85Hfs0nkGkjXv9o05l5Sy3AGWwSEO2Sdw8QewCB6OJGEpAOhfXRnZxymk3L9dJb45eOQZQYoUXewkZKP7dmEGPBlxZx1Xk2qnIy_eOdZysXMuyWecCRZfbKG5hdPkmIBU2px2/s2048/PhotoGrid_1613101383796.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbUU2jJQR85Hfs0nkGkjXv9o05l5Sy3AGWwSEO2Sdw8QewCB6OJGEpAOhfXRnZxymk3L9dJb45eOQZQYoUXewkZKP7dmEGPBlxZx1Xk2qnIy_eOdZysXMuyWecCRZfbKG5hdPkmIBU2px2/w640-h480/PhotoGrid_1613101383796.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Featured in some magazines and newspaper about blogging and photography</td></tr></tbody></table><p style="text-align: justify;">Okay, so thought of answering this question here cause it wouldn't be enough in just one tweet. </p>
<blockquote class="twitter-tweet"><p dir="ltr" lang="en"></p><div style="text-align: justify;">How did you become an influencer dulu2 and why did you take a hiatus afterwards. Answer only if you want to. Thankss!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tapi yg ni wajib jawab, where do you derive your art inspiration from</div><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;">— Queen Lychee (@lycheerambutan) <a href="https://twitter.com/lycheerambutan/status/1360043686797602819?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">February 12, 2021</a></div></blockquote><p style="text-align: justify;">Will answer this in parts. </p><p></p><blockquote style="text-align: justify;"> "<i>How did you become an influencer dulu2...</i>"</blockquote><p style="text-align: justify;">The influencer bit, I'd say happened because of MySpace. I was one of the earliest people to have signed up to MySpace. Either it was below 500 or 5000 users at that time. And before they had the option of customizing the top friends list, I would automatically be there on most, especially for those in Malaysia. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Also back then I did a lot of artsy self-portraits, which at that time not many Malaysians did? And also my profile picture was a moving GIF. I kind of liked experimenting a lot before others did (cause I was a loner nerd at home with nothing else better to do). And the computer and Internet was my go to place to express my introvert-ness. So with all that combined, I guess people took interest in what I do.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">I did manage to influence quite a number of people to actually get a camera and start taking photos. Which in a way was quite an achievement? So yeah, one thing lead to another. I started with the blog Budu & Belacan.. went up up up...</p><p style="text-align: justify;">But.. in reality, my life was kind of in a mess. I still was very active after my divorce. So, then years after, I met someone... and at that point I thought, I should focus on my personal life, PRIVATELY. Prior to that, I used to share EVERYTHING about my life. Which kind of backfired. People started talking on gossip boards, making assumptions about my personal life. It bothered me a lot. I don't blame them though, cause I did put myself out there for public scrutiny. </p><blockquote><p style="text-align: justify;">"<i>...and why did you take a hiatus afterwards</i>"</p></blockquote><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">So, decided to just get off of the Internet one day. Deleted all my social media accounts, art accounts, blogs. Everything. There wasn't an option to deactivate back then. Just remove. So I did. Gone for a bout 3 years or so. Then in between got married, didn't really announce it, got pregnant, only announced when I gave birth. Many were quite surprised, was like, wait.. when did you remarry? </div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">If anyone notices I don't really share photos of myself or family these days, don't share much about my personal life other than daily struggles with art and my usual emotional mood swings. I feel that some things is best kept private. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Then after much consideration and discussion with my husband, decided to make a comeback, as I wanted to do business from home, so thought that it was good to make a reappearance. So this is when I came up with <a href="http://instagram.com/creepandcream" target="_blank">Creep & Cream</a>, a clothing brand for kids tees</p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDMPeQ74_0VgfAPh84XqFBkzBubmFcMP0LUY23VmiJucTvzuKG4VnGbn82Q63n96XhL10fVf_vCtZzmOCXqF3s6ThtJ33JFsmaCrOeyUk4Qr4xXN7h3GKS1JZXr6hMgsK_NKWXqGQgOb2i/s1836/13217179_10153982556836066_1236114022156093516_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1836" data-original-width="1836" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDMPeQ74_0VgfAPh84XqFBkzBubmFcMP0LUY23VmiJucTvzuKG4VnGbn82Q63n96XhL10fVf_vCtZzmOCXqF3s6ThtJ33JFsmaCrOeyUk4Qr4xXN7h3GKS1JZXr6hMgsK_NKWXqGQgOb2i/w640-h640/13217179_10153982556836066_1236114022156093516_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">My return was mostly for business. Only later that I started making it slightly more personal and now it's mostly about art. Which brings me to next bit of question:</p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><blockquote style="font-style: italic;">"where do you derive your art inspiration from"</blockquote><p>Fairy tales. Story books. Alice in Wonderland. These stories I grew up with as a child, influenced me a lot. And being bored at home, I always came up with things to occupy myself. Always played with my mom's make up, dressed up, acted in front of the mirror, imagined I was a Disney princess, sang, and all that. Then as I became a teen. I continued on expression myself, through drawings and poetry. It was only later on, when I got my first digital camera, I started doing self-portraits.. </p><p>Now that I no longer have my studio. Married, staying at home with my kids, I still have the urge to express myself, but photography is no longer an option, so I started drawing more often, started from doodling.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg94xJTnOellXMxdge5GmtSf6Pevs9F5hkOGCNH1G7oXXSm6WcE01fpf-1IQymqB2Kn0gS1fLlX3Tbsg2_58tLe5FA3nYHs7qI-UDM94Sj8dD-xG82ikhQSk_gdK1xNx2-9wAGHKBGUF5W9/s612/8773e936fb9611e29b7022000a1fbd93_7.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="612" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg94xJTnOellXMxdge5GmtSf6Pevs9F5hkOGCNH1G7oXXSm6WcE01fpf-1IQymqB2Kn0gS1fLlX3Tbsg2_58tLe5FA3nYHs7qI-UDM94Sj8dD-xG82ikhQSk_gdK1xNx2-9wAGHKBGUF5W9/w640-h640/8773e936fb9611e29b7022000a1fbd93_7.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>And I had a phase were I doodled on wood. Then got my Samsung Galaxy Tablet, started dabbling with digital illustrations, paintings. And lately have been doing a lot of photo-realism, kinda brings back the memories of my photography days. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiCnFMrCvZKKcC6dpwKzwqYlj-tlfiEkwg6zSOiyIvPZH0g-HZaYioVqnL5RIeKOhAAhi0qfDWbTeTO_eO3glx0X06nyqqyxZiUAmrB20IS83CiwdNtZILZrdhKVc5IKHqLW0JFjxMK-h7/s1366/131236192_10158734633056066_3516121242669488322_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="911" data-original-width="1366" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiCnFMrCvZKKcC6dpwKzwqYlj-tlfiEkwg6zSOiyIvPZH0g-HZaYioVqnL5RIeKOhAAhi0qfDWbTeTO_eO3glx0X06nyqqyxZiUAmrB20IS83CiwdNtZILZrdhKVc5IKHqLW0JFjxMK-h7/w640-h426/131236192_10158734633056066_3516121242669488322_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXMnfKTQAVXwR8gafUo9pbGHgCenqpULlyLxmmYkepvhRcjj7RBBwAYJ80AY2xe2xbu_UmGH5HtaV_y3_eRDmBfJAXzow89dJEAd2mVdSJN05kXD6-aWZWkizQMGDSnLPtbJMSs1Ex9Ler/s1838/131775184_10164564336175223_4458446344058483789_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1300" data-original-width="1838" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXMnfKTQAVXwR8gafUo9pbGHgCenqpULlyLxmmYkepvhRcjj7RBBwAYJ80AY2xe2xbu_UmGH5HtaV_y3_eRDmBfJAXzow89dJEAd2mVdSJN05kXD6-aWZWkizQMGDSnLPtbJMSs1Ex9Ler/w640-h452/131775184_10164564336175223_4458446344058483789_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXrWODYk7BCJ-H34lFhRQIhG9UTkOTaOWjiEZTaQPEu4IxdnAvN8Tt5AC35zQ2Xegy19_37RfUU8DsLWQAFbWJTM1iEtel0M-B357gCuAwxyE2TrBnbVdli6n6lFnB2DarQlt9SX6nUgxq/s2048/119044681_10164119314860223_8473853255777887022_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXrWODYk7BCJ-H34lFhRQIhG9UTkOTaOWjiEZTaQPEu4IxdnAvN8Tt5AC35zQ2Xegy19_37RfUU8DsLWQAFbWJTM1iEtel0M-B357gCuAwxyE2TrBnbVdli6n6lFnB2DarQlt9SX6nUgxq/w426-h640/119044681_10164119314860223_8473853255777887022_o.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">There you go, I hope it answers your question dear Naddy! Thank you for the question, you just gave me content to write in my blog. Yayyyy. Alrite, will end this here. Bye! ~ <i>Sue Anna Joe</i></div><p></p><p></p> <script async="" charset="utf-8" src="https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script>Sue Anna Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605057257435083800noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183601920891248206.post-61586994016943870032021-02-11T22:08:00.005+08:002021-02-11T22:13:49.543+08:00Kembalikan semangat yang pudar<div style="text-align: justify;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCAJCPbPA1wDRrUsoupmLZw1pATPZXEmNzsxbijWGFqof0DQ3TGIXVSzGXWDZx5thsG29adieBZDf-7S53EMM6_G0XCaWa2VRYgo7NFjcy0FOIlv9ZsrZ27WMAorhJ1xGLKv9OaK4azVuk/s2048/Sue+Anna+Joe+%252827%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCAJCPbPA1wDRrUsoupmLZw1pATPZXEmNzsxbijWGFqof0DQ3TGIXVSzGXWDZx5thsG29adieBZDf-7S53EMM6_G0XCaWa2VRYgo7NFjcy0FOIlv9ZsrZ27WMAorhJ1xGLKv9OaK4azVuk/w640-h426/Sue+Anna+Joe+%252827%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Ke laut, ke darat, janganlah keparat"<br />Foto di ambil di Port Dickson bertahun dahulu.</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Agak-agaknya boleh ke dapatkan semangat berblogging macam dulu? Kalau ada geng rasa semangat sikit. Tapi tulah, kebanyakkan geng lama pun, dah tak aktif, dah ada komitmen hidup yang lain, bekeluarga, berkerjaya. Jadi takda masa nak habiskan menulis blog. IG ngan Twitter, Facebook jauh lebih mudah. Takda nak pikir nak karang panjang-panjang ye dok.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tapi sayanglah kalau terkubur macam tu je. Duk gak jenguk mana yang masih menulis blog, tapi dah tak ada "vibe" macam dulu. Kebanyakan yang ada pun, macam tak berkomen. Blog Anna ni pun tak berapa nak ada komen. Letak kat Twitter, diorang baca, tapi komen kat Twitter. Hahaha. Tapi takda nak bengang ke apa, sebab Anna sendiri pun macam agak rasa berat bila nak komen. Dia jadi semacam leceh berbanding dengan berbalas ciapan. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Apa yang best pasal blogging?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Kalau blog, kita leh edit. Silap tulis mudah je nak edit. Kalau Twitter, mana dapaaaat. Twitter ni nak tulis panjang kena buat bebenang, kadang tak semua orang rajin nak "expand" bebenang untuk baca. Komen dalam blog kita boleh kawal. Macam Anna sendiri, benarkan komen anonymous, tapi masih perlu approve sebelum disiarkan. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lepas tu, nak susun gambar, bolehla buat bagi nampak cantik dan sesuai dengan karangan kita. Tapi, agak renyah sikit. Kadang salah tarik ke terus tak cantik layout. Lepas tu, macam dulu banyak advertorial untuk blog, ataupun banner iklan, macam Nuffnang. Tapi Nuffnang pun macam dah krik krik. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anna dulu berkesempatan jadi talent di bawah naungan Nuffnang. Best gila masa tu, dapatlah duit sikit dari iklan dalam banner, tapi banyak dapat advertorial. Lepas tu, dapat gi event sana sini. Makan sedap sedap. paling best dapat merasa gi Legoland. Semua free. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tak lama lepas tu, Instagram dah mula memonopoli platform media sosial. Maka mula berkuranglah aktiviti blogger, dan banyak tertumpu pada "influencers" dan "IG pemes". Anna sempat gak la merasa zaman ni sikit. Lepas tu, diduga dengan masalah hidup, terus Anna delete segala media sosial termasuklah blog Anna semua. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Adalah kot dekat 3 tahun menghilang diri. Lepas tu nak mula balik memang payah. Sampai sekrang IG sendu gila. Algorithm dia pulak macam ntah apa. Twitter je boleh tahan sikit. Maka saya pun terus lah ketagih dengan Twitter. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tiba macam Anna tulis beberapa hari lepas, terbaca orang ciap pasal zaman blogging. Kebetulan masa tu tengah rasa agak stress dan bosan. Pastu baca komen throwback, rindu nak customize blog la, apa la semua, terus semangat nak menulis balik. Dah ada blog ni tapi kurang aktif. Jadi harapnya, semangat menulis blog ni diteruskan. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dan di sini, saya nak mengajak korang pun turut serta supaya kita semangat sama-sama. Ayuhhhh kita meriahkan kembali dunia blogging!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ok sehingga entri seterusnya, baaaaiiii. ~ <i><b>Sue Anna Joe</b></i></div>Sue Anna Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605057257435083800noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183601920891248206.post-37880618801802002712021-02-11T16:48:00.003+08:002021-02-11T17:04:11.811+08:00Pandemic and the emotional roller coaster<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3tetuCg14TKkLVcAmLZrBKoPEfvV-H3yQFd83A7ilqjGpDehMTzzw_Ej2p6WkLDC2XMsHD8w_Qwppn5aS6ZnoYUx-MsCkdBXefyG9g9UszN0crjbyflrN8nWTSyS3m9jXtbnqIvPzJxnZ/s1007/BetweenThePetals+Sue+Anna+Joe+.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="669" data-original-width="1007" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3tetuCg14TKkLVcAmLZrBKoPEfvV-H3yQFd83A7ilqjGpDehMTzzw_Ej2p6WkLDC2XMsHD8w_Qwppn5aS6ZnoYUx-MsCkdBXefyG9g9UszN0crjbyflrN8nWTSyS3m9jXtbnqIvPzJxnZ/w640-h426/BetweenThePetals+Sue+Anna+Joe+.jpeg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Between the Petals </b>by <a href="http://instagram.com/sueannajoe_" target="_blank">Sue Anna Joe</a><br />Digital painting done in Procreate<br />Based on photo reference<span style="font-size: x-small;"> (<span face="-apple-system, system-ui, "segoe ui", roboto, oxygen, cantarell, "helvetica neue", ubuntu, sans-serif" style="background-color: #e8e8e8; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1a1a1a; font-weight: 600; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: start;"><a href="https://www.pexels.com/@pixabay?utm_content=attributionCopyText&utm_medium=referral&utm_source=pexels" style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-decoration-line: none;">Pixabay</a></span><span face="-apple-system, system-ui, "segoe ui", roboto, oxygen, cantarell, "helvetica neue", ubuntu, sans-serif" style="background-color: #e8e8e8; color: #1a1a1a; text-align: start;"> from </span><span face="-apple-system, system-ui, "segoe ui", roboto, oxygen, cantarell, "helvetica neue", ubuntu, sans-serif" style="background-color: #e8e8e8; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1a1a1a; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: start;"><a href="https://www.pexels.com/photo/orange-flower-with-butterfly-87452/?utm_content=attributionCopyText&utm_medium=referral&utm_source=pexels" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: 600; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-decoration-line: none;">Pexels</a>)</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p style="text-align: justify;">Hasn't been a great week for me to be honest. Been struggling a bit. I think this whole pandemic, MCO, is definitely taking a toll on me. I am used to working from home. But it's different, the restrictions, not being able to go out like normal. Wearing a mask, having to check your temperature, writing your details down, scanning the MySejahtera, the "x" on seats so you can't sit next to each other. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">My mood swings have been crazy, I can be fine, and just in a split second, I become extremely stressed and sad. At times I can focus and get work done, a lot of times, I just get lost, stuck, and stumped. And it's a challenge to get back in the mood. I struggle each day. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">I just wish things can go back to normal. But at this rate, it seems pretty far fetched. Like it or not, I must adapt, find ways to destress and manage my emotions. It's unhealthy being this way. I have kids, and I have a home business to run. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">So I thought of blogging about this. Hoping that at least, it can help me release. Feel better about things. I know a lot are struggling right now. Things are not easy. If you are going through things, don't keep it to yourself. Have someone that you can confide in. For me, I guess blogging does help. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">I did say in my previous entries, I wanted to blog like every day. But skipped a few as I needed some time off. Had a lot on my mind. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">That is all... feel free to comment on how things are on your side. You can post anonymously. But I've to filter as I get spams a lot of the time. Let it out. We'll get through this together dear Internet friends. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Much Love, <i><b>Anna</b></i></p>Sue Anna Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605057257435083800noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183601920891248206.post-29610983541737806832021-02-06T17:34:00.004+08:002021-02-06T17:38:32.461+08:00Who still blogs, drop your links!<p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh-18BXE74pdyyG6WA1bppqlukpoCW4shyphenhyphentUlNgL6bf1KvGy8j1mwo3EEjGNtZwx8-hbcIdzPmgUFKoy7kinqHOZsorVJxpNoDB1aEdKzd7b9xRBywS3YNbmYz-tVsr6T69BL0dAZclgRl/s2048/pexels-pixabay-261662.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh-18BXE74pdyyG6WA1bppqlukpoCW4shyphenhyphentUlNgL6bf1KvGy8j1mwo3EEjGNtZwx8-hbcIdzPmgUFKoy7kinqHOZsorVJxpNoDB1aEdKzd7b9xRBywS3YNbmYz-tVsr6T69BL0dAZclgRl/w320-h213/pexels-pixabay-261662.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="text-align: justify;">Okay for those who have a blog please drop your link as I will be adding them to my blog list on the sidebar of my blog right here. Hoping that you guys and myself will be active and make the blogging scene alive again. </span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Will try my best to drop by your blogs, read, leave a comment. I think it's quite a good time to start blogging again, with this whole pandemic, PKP, and whatnot. At least we have another thing to do to take our minds off the stress of being all locked up. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">I just made some slight edits to this blog, removing and adding certain elements. Thought of changing the layout and header, but don't have any idea right now, so will leave it as it is for the time being. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Okay so....... here it goes:</p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><ul><li style="text-align: justify;">Your name / social media link (Twitter, Instagram, e.t.c...)</li><li style="text-align: justify;">Your blog link</li><ul><li style="text-align: justify;">Last date of post</li><li style="text-align: justify;">What is your blog about</li></ul><li style="text-align: justify;">Have you read my old blogs especially Budu & Belacan?</li><li style="text-align: justify;">Your favourite blogs you used to read</li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So yeah, that's about it. Really hoping this isn't another one of my hot-hot chicken poop kinda thang. I really miss those blogging days. Alrite see ya in the comment section!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">{<b>Sue Anna Joe</b>}</div><p></p>Sue Anna Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605057257435083800noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183601920891248206.post-13895551792813584142021-02-06T12:12:00.003+08:002021-02-06T16:06:23.418+08:00Twitter & Instagram menghancurkan era blogging?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnmmIrgREqUHAngCRT4DQSFizwyiZCaR_VqzbWrR1YW7qEbQ0vsVNXaIL4BEYWR3plzsDcEozM2zybkbeFxdY4a0iTLlRXAVWkgg0Cu4c2fuasUHr2E00GaNwc9fOS2QWK5X3Ais9hj_PJ/s2048/PhotoGrid_1612583270799.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnmmIrgREqUHAngCRT4DQSFizwyiZCaR_VqzbWrR1YW7qEbQ0vsVNXaIL4BEYWR3plzsDcEozM2zybkbeFxdY4a0iTLlRXAVWkgg0Cu4c2fuasUHr2E00GaNwc9fOS2QWK5X3Ais9hj_PJ/w400-h300/PhotoGrid_1612583270799.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Ternampak dua tweet ni dari <a href="https://twitter.com/izzatisuza/status/1357832457551106048?s=20" target="_blank">@izzatisuza</a> dan <a href="https://twitter.com/seketultapir/status/1357533371681787904?s=20" target="_blank">@seketultapir</a> terus rasa semangat nak tulis blog balik. Tapi tiap kali ada cubaan, mesti gagal. Tulislah satu dua post, lepas tu berbulan baru update. Takda idea nak membebel apa. Camna lah dulu mampu update kerap, siap sehari boleh buat dua tiga post. Gila. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Rasanya sebabkan Twitter dengan Instagram ni kita jadi malas nak menulis blog. Yelah, nak tulis blog ni, dahla kena karang panjang baru lah sedap sikit. Nak letak gambar pun, nak kena adjust placement lah apa. Kalau IG ke Twitter ke jauh lagi senang. Lepas tu interaction pun lebih mudah, nak like, komen, atau share balik. In other words blogging isn't convenient?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Anyway, I think I want to try and blog again every day. Whether someone reads it or not, shouldn't be my concern. Of courselah better kalau ada yang baca kan. But if I did think that way, I would be easily demotivated to write again. Also, as for the content? Honestly I have no idea. Kalau boleh, nak lah pengisian yang bagus kan. Buuuutttt to get me started I guess I should just write whatever. So I can get the feel and momentum. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">And, I find it hard to write either in just Malay or English. When I try, I terus jadi stuck nak tulis sebab pening nak guna ayat atau perkataan seterusnya. But not trying to publish a book, so will keep it informal and all jumbled up. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Also hoping that by blogging often, I would spend less time on Twitter scrolling the timeline. I think I am a bit wayyyy too addicted to Twitter. But it's really a great place, have been getting art commission there quite a bit. And the art community there has been so supportive so not surprised why I am very attached to it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">The ability to do threads now on Twitter is definitely makes blogging seem pointless. And as mentioned earlier, the ability to easily comment, like, share, add photos, the convenience of it all makes you wonder, why does one need to blog? So what is a good reason to start blogging again?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Well, I guess I will have to keep on writing to find out. Okay bye. Thanks to those who dropped by to read. Comments are appreciated. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Bye!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">psst: Tajuk dalam BM, last last in English. Aihhh.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">{<b>Sue Anna Joe</b>}</div>Sue Anna Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605057257435083800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183601920891248206.post-2223579054346256752020-08-16T17:19:00.023+08:002020-08-16T17:23:45.871+08:00Finally, I'm a YouTuber?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rmxuFxLDwUA" width="320" youtube-src-id="rmxuFxLDwUA"></iframe></div><p style="text-align: justify;">So, lately I've been pretty active on my YouTube channel <a href="http://youtube.com/user/SueAnnaJoe">youtube.com/user/SueAnnaJoe</a>. I've had that account since 2006. That was 14 years ago! Crazy. I was active on my DeviantArt and MySpace back then. But I didn't really post much on it. My most remembered video was me talking about my camera gear wearing a blue wig. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Fast forward to today, I am now posting art contents. Mostly of me doodling, and LIVE streams as well. I do have some other videos posted, but I plan to make this channel heavy towards art stuff. I hope this isn't just another one of my phases (hangat-hangat tahi ayam).</p><p style="text-align: justify;">While I'm at it, lemme just plug in my videos here. Let's start about my lame app review. It has the most views on my channel. The app is a camera app called NOMO. I think I should create an updated version as the one I did a review on is an earlier release. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">After this app review, I made a couple more but deleted it. And this was uploaded in 2018. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/mKZ4kRbVLKE" width="320" youtube-src-id="mKZ4kRbVLKE"></iframe></div><p>Then, I posted like, 2 vlogs of places I went with my family. One is Farm in the City, the other is, Pustaka Peringatan P. Ramlee. Then didn't post anything for a while. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/4BWLABnAo30" width="320" youtube-src-id="4BWLABnAo30"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/SRZ_e2C7bxA" width="320" youtube-src-id="SRZ_e2C7bxA"></iframe></div><p></p><p>Which brings me to this video, it's just me reading out one of my blog posts, haha. But I kinda made it fancy-ish with the video and subtitles. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/9iT44jc7UJ4" width="320" youtube-src-id="9iT44jc7UJ4"></iframe></div><p>Theeeennnnn, I posted a quick video of the Silhoutte Cameo 4, showing how it does a sketch. Have yet to fully explore this Cameo yet. Planning to produce stickers and a bunch of other things with it. When I do, will most definitely YouTube it. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/9NVYrzjwX4g" width="320" youtube-src-id="9NVYrzjwX4g"></iframe></div><p style="text-align: justify;">And now, I enjoy doing LIVE streams of me doodling. I've been doing it for a while now, but not through YouTube. I use Omlet Arcade to stream. I've tried streaming to Twitch, Facebook and YouTube. I think streaming at YouTube, followed by Facebook is my preference. Sometimes I talk, sometimes I've the audio muted during my LIVE streams. Either cause my kids are playing and being extra loud, or, I stream in the middle of the night before I sleep, so everyone else is sleeping, and I don't wanna wake 'em up. Here are my streams:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/-eoexbjmkSU" width="320" youtube-src-id="-eoexbjmkSU"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Fw2m7Oh9WjU" width="320" youtube-src-id="Fw2m7Oh9WjU"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/FkCsAdhIMlM" width="320" youtube-src-id="FkCsAdhIMlM"></iframe></div><p style="text-align: justify;">Followed by these streams, I published a bunch of other videos all related to my doodles and art stuff. In my head, I have so many things planned for this channel. And really hoping to grow it, big enough to be able to earn from it. Always thinking of ways to make an income from home. So, here are the videos I have so far. Check 'em out, and please do subscribe! Alrite, that's all. Love ya'all, byeeeee! </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/4DBvhu9JjvI" width="320" youtube-src-id="4DBvhu9JjvI"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/tFt5ard_zsY" width="320" youtube-src-id="tFt5ard_zsY"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/iWjhY_PgyQs" width="320" youtube-src-id="iWjhY_PgyQs"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/S7kNzuWc2Z4" width="320" youtube-src-id="S7kNzuWc2Z4"></iframe></div><p></p>Sue Anna Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605057257435083800noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183601920891248206.post-46604965216386631162020-05-17T07:49:00.000+08:002020-05-17T18:41:51.324+08:00The art of letting go and moving on<div style="text-align: justify;">
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I've tried letting go, yes it does make things easier. But boy was it tough. And to be honest, you can't truly/entirely let go. There will still be bits of pieces of the past left inside of you. It's just something you can't completely delete. But it's okay. Take those bits and pieces, repaint them, rebuild them, to create something better, to make a better you. And most importantly, not to repeat those mistakes you've made in the past.</div>
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This, has always been a problem I have been struggling with since a very very long time. I am not good at handling pressure, deadlines, to the point I just give up entirely. The stress is so much I fall into a depressive state and unable to function like a normal person. I would distract myself from the actual work in hopes to get into the mood and zone only to stray further away. </div>
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Replying text messages, email, answering the phone was extremely difficult for me, it was such a daunting task. I would then just get so tired and exhausted, I'd sleep. Rather than trying to face my problems, resolving it, I just quit. I had no energy to do it.<br />
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So, then my life got crazy. And slowly I tried fixing it. And there is still so much to fix and improve on. But I believe I am a bit better.<br />
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Knowing that I am unable to handle such stress, accepting commissions is just not for me. I will end up disappointing clients, which in the end disappoints me and makes me feel like a huge failure.<br />
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Sooooo, macam biasa scroll timeline Twidda I terbaca kes mak Haneesya Hanee the Malaysian model saman some fellas sebab said her kulit was gelap like bubble tea and Hajarul Aswad. So okay, Hajarul Aswad tu serious melampaulah weiiii. Then, nampak pulak tweet Dr. Amalina pasal whitening skincare. Cerita pasal kulit hitam putih ni memang takkan habis. In fact I did blog about it in Budu dan Belacan. About my own issues about wanting fair skin. </div>
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Having fair skin memang nampak lawa putih gebu, nampak macam bersih bersih gitu, sinar lagi terpancar. Nak pakai apa warna baju pun takda masalah. Come on, kalau ada baby baru lahir, kulit putih cerah, kita mesti akan komen, putihnya baby. Khenn. Kalau baby tu dark skin, kita akan diam, takda kata eh hitamnya babyyyy, cause we automatically associate hitam tu macam negative remark. Siap ada mitos masa pregnant jangan minum kopi nanti anak hitam, minum soya bagi anak putihlah ahaha gila. </div>
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Then kalau zaman sekolah, perempuan yang kulit putih yang jadi hot stuff, popular. Maka yang kulit tanned exotic ni pun rasa lah down. Dah berapa banyak komen I baca, masing-masing yang berkulit tanned exotic ni cerita pengalaman selalu kena ejek kulit hitam. Pastu kalau lelaki yang komen lagilah, mulut macam puaka. Dia punya zass tu tak ingat. Kejam gila kalau lelaki mengata. Berbisa.
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My kulit isn't exactly very dark, but far from putih lah. But I wanted fair skin, bukan fairer but fair. I have used numerous whitening skincare. Fair and Lovely (masa sekolah rendah dah guna), then branded skincares like Estee Lauder, Biotherm, Shisheido, then yang less branded like L'Oréal, then yang local, macam Ibu Putih dan sebagainya. But I tak beranilah try yang jenis kulit peeling tu sebab scary wehhhh. Have also minum AuraWhite (which menjadi, but taklah putih gebu, it did help lighten my skin). Stopped sebab tak mampu nak maintain and of course risau nanti rosak organ dalaman in the long run.<br />
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Sekarang I dah tak kisah sangatlah nak putihkan kulit. Nak cerahkan supaya tak kelihatan kusam, tu ye. Even when I edit my photos I do brighten it up just so tak nampak kusam. Kita ni dah kena brainwash sejak kecik asal kulit putih je lawa. Also, kita tengok sahaja our royalty, am pretty sure most of 'em ladies have fair skin kan? So macam manalah kita tak associate kulit putih ni special?</div>
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It comes back down to us, as individuals to change our own mindset. Especially siapa yang kulit gelap, we shouldn't be ashamed to say it out loud, ye aku kulit gelap, hitam, so what? For those who have kids with darker skin tone, especially yang perempuan, kita as parents kena tanam dalam diorang, educate them, that you should love your skin tone no matter what. Bagitau tak perlu sibuk nak putihkan kulit tu. Yang penting be healthy and have healthy skin. </div>
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So I was saying on my Instagram story about how I felt like blogging but always ending up not knowing what to blog about. So here I am trying to give it a go again. </div>
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Sooooo hi korang. Gosh this is awkward. My glorious blogging and social media days are over. Should prolly change my blog's name to Blog Sendu. Haha. Seriously though that is how I feel after coming back from quiting the Internet cold turkey. I had about 16k followers on my IG, 10k on Twitter. Came back, created new accounts and the response seriously underwhelming. IG 2.4k ish followers, Twitter tak sampai 1k, and my Facebook page, been losing "fans" each time I post, so like WTH am I doing wrong? Sorry but I am a stats whore. Trying not to be anymore. </div>
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Kadang tu fed up gak, rasa macam why did I ever come back, or why did I even leave ya know? I did leave to kind of restart my life again after going through some turbulence in my life. And hoping for a fresh new me fresh new start, fresh new outlook. But noooo, when I got back, the social media scene was cray cray. Mutual followers back then have like berpuluh, beratus ribu and a even a million followers now. And like mushroom influencers here and there with a huge following. Like whaaaaaa.
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Sue Anna Joe who? Halaa halaa teringat that one fella who made a spoof MySpace page called Sue Anna Who.. haha macam apa je, but hey I deserved it. I was indeed a "righteous b*tch".. still waiting for that book to be published girl. I doubt any one has any idea what I am membebeling about, but if you do, then you knowlah what I mean. Those were the days kan? </div>
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But I am old la. Dah patut move on benda alah gini. Duk rumah, jadi mak mak, jaga anak, ya know. Leave behind dunia Internet ni. But nooooo how can I not join all the makcik bawangs and be left out right? </div>
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So here I am struggling to find a balance, to try and move on from my days back then, but still be somewhat relevant. But it is tough, dah rasa jauh tenggelam, kecil, kerdil, terkambus, dah tak terkejar. A lot of times it does get me down, which is stupid I know. Semua dunia. But yeah, a lot of my past after school was all social media and made who I was known for. So it's seriously tough to let go. </div>
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But what I can do is... first don't be tough on myself. Don't push myself to make things to look all perfect and nice. No need to prove myself to anyone. Stop comparing myself to others, especially their achievements. Be grateful for the tiniest things in life. And of course remember ini dunia semua sementara. Gotta make the most of it for the life after yaw. Ye dok? Kang dah habis masa, menyesal pun tak guna ye dok. Even satu saat pun kita rasa rugi aku tak buat bekalan yang secukupnya. But how cukup is cukup? </div>
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You know we spend so much time on social media, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, YouTube and other things Netflix e.t.c... padehal masa tu kita boleh guna untuk baca Qur'an, faham, hafal apa patut, zikir dan sebagainya.. yet we spend like perhaps 90% on worldly things and only 10% on ibadah. Even that 10% buat sebab wajib, and a lot of times masa beribadah tu kita duk teringat the 90% tu. Aduhhh. </div>
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It's a struggle. It's a challenge we must face before it's too late. And by the way, kita perempuan yang paliiiing banyak temptation huwaaaa. Okaylah bai. Assalamualaikum. </div>
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Dalam podcast <a href="https://www.aiskacang.com.my/playlists/united-moms-club/">Episode 7</a> United Moms Club (Podcast autoplay dekat sidebar sebelah kiri ni, boleh tekan pause. Sorry kalau terkejut).. okay podcast yang dimuatnaik minggu lepas bercerita tentang hubungan dengan kawan-kawan bila dah kahwin, dah ada anak. Memang dah lain.. kita takda nak lepak macam dulu. Kalau dulu time belajar, boleh lepak berjam-jam kat cafe borak pasal apa tah. Tak duk kat cafe, lepak dalam kereta pun jadi. Hahaha, those were the days. Entah apa-apa yang dibuat. Pergi sana sini, pergi mall, even bercuti pun sama-sama. Kepala serabut pun masa tu, kot ada assignment ke, exam ke, tu je lah, other than that memang enjoy habis-habisan dengan kawan.
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Hi! So, thought I'd blog about this. A few months ago, one of my best buddies Marina, recommended me to do a podcast on this thing called Ais Kacang. It's a podcast under Media Prima Sdn. Bhd. What's a podcast? It's an online talk show in audio. Podcasts have been around for quite some time. In fact, I did once upon a time ago on imeem. But being me back then, it was just a one-off kinda thing. </div>
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So anyway, I started to think of the things I'd like to have on my very own podcast. It's been a very long while since I've been out there. So, I thought, hey why not try this whole podcast thing out. Didn't want to the podcast alone, thought it would be better if I teamed up with someone else. As they say, two heads are better than one. It was not hard to think of who would be my partner... <a href="http://peliks.blogspot.my/">Maria Elena</a>! We did a web show on YouTube called "We Say Well... (we "sewel") back when I still had Itudio Studio. Sadly, we only managed to do only one episode. Time constraints, busy, e.t.c... </div>
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It seems that <i>dah dijodohkan</i> me and Maria to finally team up and make something happen! So I approached Maria, and ya know whaaaat, Maria already had intentions to do her own podcast, so <i>apalagi</i>, without any hesitation she agreed. <i>Weeeee.</i> So we brainstormed of what will our podcast be about. Ended up being a talk show about motherhood. We recorded a sample of our show, and it was accepted, and we were in! Had a meeting at Media Prima, and <i>mwalah,</i> our very own podcast is now up online. Fast forward to the present, we are now hosts of our very own podcast called <b>United Moms Club</b>. </div>
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As I'm writing this, 4 episodes have been uploaded online. Week 1, we talked about life after marriage, choosing to be a work/stay at home mom. Week 2, moms and depression. Being a mom can be taxing. Week 3, about kids and safety. Nowadays the safety of our kids is really an issue we parents face. Week 4, kids and education. So do have a listen. </div>
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Oh and we received some really good news about our podcast. We were kinda worried about our listener ratings, but <i class="">waaaaahhh</i> turned out it was very good. Alhamdulillah. And we will still be around for quite a while, In shaa allah. I've embedded the player on this blog's sidebar. So you can have a listen to the episodes we've done so far. If you've any ideas or issues you want us to discuss, please please do tell us. Thank you so much. </div>
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Tiba-tiba rasa terpanggil untuk menulis entri ini. Tengah syok tidur, di pagi yang hening, Anna dikejutkan dari tidur. Bukannya sebab <i>alarm clock</i>, tapi sebab binatang kecil yang menganggu. Seekor binatang yang pernah memasuki otak Raja Namrud, dan menjadi punca kematiannya iaitu sang nyamuk. <i>Tau kan</i> betapa <i>annoying</i> bunyi nyamuk yang lalu dekat telinga. Kecik-kecik cili api, memang rasa nak maki. Hahaha. Tapi terima kasih wahai nyamuk, kerana sudi menjadi jam loceng semula jadi pagi ni.</div>
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Solat 5 waktu. Tiang agama. Yang ni semua tahu. Semua juga tahu, kalau tak solat, segala amalan kita dianggap, <i>zero, invalid, disqualified,</i> kerana solat itulah amalan pertama yang akan dihisab kelak. Rugi, rugi, rugi! <i>Okay,</i> bayangkanlah kan, bagi kaki <i>game.</i> Setelah sekian lama berhempas pulas, berjam-jam korang duk main <i>game</i> tu, tiba-tiba <i>blackout </i>atau bateri habis, tak sempat nak <i>record high score</i> tu. Ataupun, penat tulis <i>assignment, </i>sekali tak <i>save. </i>Mak aih, dia punya bengang, aduhhhhhhh. Ha, jenis yang kaki <i>shopping, </i>jumpa kasut ni, lawa gila, pergi cuba, memang rasa <i>perfect</i>, cuma terlebih satu saiz saja. Sekali tanya dekat akak <i>salesgirl</i> tu, dah habis stok dah. <i>Kah kah kah</i>. Sadis kan. Nak makan, tengok menu, jumpa mana yang nak makan, <i>time order, waiter</i> bagitau, dah habis dah... padehal orang kat sebelah baru je order, <i>ghopenya customer</i> sebelah tu dapat yang terakhir. <i>Kah kah kah</i>.</div>
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Jadi macam mana tu, di Padang Mahsyar kelak? Kita dah buat bermacam-macam benda yang baik, menolong orang, bersedekah, berbakti kepada <i>parents</i>, tak tipu orang, berpuasa, menutup aurat, dan sebagainya.. sekali semua yang baik kita buat dulu dilupuskan begitu sahaja sebab kita tak jaga solat. Boleh <i>kah, kah, kah</i> lagi ke ini macam? Boleh ke kita post dekat <i>Twitter</i> ka, <i>Facebook</i> ka yang kita rasa sedih dan bengang macam masa di dunia bila tak dapat benda kita nak? Sudah tentulah, tidak boleh. <i>Game over bro. Eh bro </i>je ke? <i>Sis</i> pon tak terkecuali, walaupun terkecuali setiap bulan ketika bulan mengunjung tiba.</div>
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Nikmat apabila berjaya menunaikan solat tu sangat besar kan? Dia punya kepuasan tu, Allah saja yang tahu. Akan sedikit terdetik, kalaulah aku mati lepas ni.. sekurang-kurangnya dah solat. Kan? Kalau <i>time</i> malam nak tidur, dah solat Isyak, Ya Allah dia punya rasa puas hati dan lega dan nak tidur tu <i>best</i> yang teramat. Tenang je. Samalah, bila dah solat Subuh. Pergh, padehal rasa berat dan mengantuk mata tu, tapi dah selesai tu, rasa semangat dan yakin untuk menjalankan urusan dunia pada hari tersebut. Bila mana dapat sempurnakan solat 5 waktu tu, aduhai... rasa seperti satu <i>achievement</i> yang besar! Jiwa kita telah diberi santapan yang indah sekali.</div>
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Tapi, untuk mencukupkan solat 5 waktu tu, memang mencabar. Mengantuklah, sibuk dengan kerjalah, leka berhiburlah. Banyak sebab manusia tak menunaikan solat. Ada perempuan yang malas nak tanggalkan mekap dan pakai balik. Leceh tau. Nak tonyoh buang mekap tu, lepas tu nak pakai balik, dengan berebut depan cermin, nak <i>adjust</i> balik tudung bagi mendapatkan lilitan dan lipatan yang sempurna. Wah kalah semangat kita nak menyempurnakan tertib solat tu tau. Haa, apa lagi, ni yang biasa, duk tengok<i> wayang, </i>terlepas waktu solat, sebab masa tu dalam panggung, sayang nanti kita ter<i>miss</i> part yang best, dahla tiket mahal, <i>seating</i><b style="font-style: italic;"> </b>dah terbaik. Sambil mengunyah <i>popcorn</i>. Pergi, rugi weh kalau tak tengok sampai habis. <i>Ish ish ish</i> apa nak jadi dengan kita ni?</div>
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Kita dah tau semua ni, <i>but why, whyla bro, whyla sis, you no </i>jaga solat? Padehal berapa minit je pun. Dahla dosa kita semakin hari, semakin berbukit. Haa, <i>you</i> tak buat dosa ke? Wah hebat. Dekat Facebook jah, dah berapa banyak dosa dah dikumpul. Komen itu ini, kritik itu ini, <i>share</i> itu ini, lompat sekali dalam keretapi <i>viral</i>. Tak perasan, sebab orang lain pun buat. Niat kita nak kongsi je, jadikan pedoman dan contoh yang tidak patut diikuti. Bila orang kata, heiii tak baik mengaibkan orang, kita jawab, tak kan nak dibiarkan orang macam ni, biar orang lain takut untuk buat juga. Yelah tu, takdanya orang nak jadikan benda tu teladan. <i>Moral of the story, moral of the story</i> ye jah. Jah oh jahhh, <i>keep it to yourself</i>. Istighfar, berdoa, agar kita terpelihara dan dijauhkan dari perkara sebegitu. <i>No need to spread spread or comment comment.</i> Dosa dihujung jari namanya.</div>
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Susahkan nak jaga solat? Nak khusyuk tu lagilaaahhh. Otak duk melayang, pikir nak makan apa, nak masak apa, nak itu, nak ini, masalah dekat tempat kerja, masalah percintaan, nak beli apa jap lagi dan sebagainya. Kalau boleh nak solat cepat-cepat. Walhal paling lama pun, berapa minit je. Tapi kita buat benda lain, amboihh kemain lama, sampai tak perasan pun masa dah berlalu. Apa la nak jadi dengan kita ni? Dunia sekarang memang makin mencabar. Banyak sangat <i>distraction. </i>Berjam kot boleh layan <i>newsfeed</i>, baca artikel itu ini, sekali duk <i>scroll</i> jumpa pulak <i>video</i> yang kelakar. Aduh dah jumpa <i>video</i>, ada lagi <i>video</i> kat bawah tu yang lagi kelakar. It's a <i>neverending story... until the day you dead bro, and sis. Are you ready to die? </i></div>
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Jadi kesimpulannya, ayuhlah kita pakat berusaha untuk menjaga solat kita. Semoga kita semua berjaya di dunia dan terutamanya di akhirat. Jangan sia-siakan yang ada. Jangan kejar sesuatu yang merugikan diri kita di akhirat kelak. Ingat, dunia ini sementara. Mati pun tak tau bila. Kumpulkan pahala, kurangkan dosa. Syurga atau neraka, itu pilihan kita.</div>
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Sekian. Wassalam.</div>
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no more left of her to burn<br />
as the last smoke bids goodbye<br />
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Being a mom has always been something I wanted. Have always loved kids since I was a kid myself. Even my answer to the "what do you want to be when you grow up" was being a babysitter. And so, in 2010, my lifelong dream came true and was blessed with a son. The first four months of pregnancy wasn't easy. I had really bad morning sickness. To the point that I was hospitalized for a whole week. Zofran was my friend back then. No more throwing up like a waterfall. Though recent studies have shown some negative side effects of the drug, Alhamdulillah son turned out fine. The next 5 months was quite a breeze. Ate as much as I wanted. Only gained 9kg though. My son was about 3.1kg or was it 3.4kg, or 3.14kg? Either way, the doctor said, my baby is normal sized, but I'm like an XS and baby is like an M sized. So it's quite big for lil' petite me. </div>
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Labour was not too bad, but I had difficulty at the end. The vacuum did not work, and my legs got super tired. My doctor told the nurses to prep me for a c-sec. The midwife nurse was concerned, she was saying "<i>alaa kesiannya...</i>", so she got up on a stool, and with the palm of her hands, she started pushing on my stomach, I didn't feel much pain (was on Epidural) as she pushed, but felt a whole lot of pressure, I moaned "Allahuakbar".. and finally the baby came out. </div>
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As of now, it's been 7 years since I've been a mom. How does it feel? Wonderful yet challenging. There have been many many times that I feel like a terrible mother. Many many times where I've made mistakes. One of the hugest mistakes was giving my son his own iPad. At first, I thought it could be a great educational tool. Showing videos of the alphabets, apps and games that are meant for learning. Huge mistake. </div>
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Only realized this mistake when Luqman started kindergarten. Very short attention span and tantrums. With the iPad, everything is fast paced. You can just skip when bored, in school, there isn't such a thing as "Skip Ad". This whole instant gratification via technology is bad. I've already seen numerous videos, where a baby was crying over a phone because he/she wanted to see a video, and a recently a kid threatening his grandfather with a chopping knife because of some online game. </div>
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Sad thing this negative impact does not only affect the kids but us adults. Being so caught up checking social media accounts; Facebook, Instagram, Whatsapp, e.t.c.... the percentage of attention you give to your kids have decreased. Or perhaps you'd shoo away your kid when he/she wants something from you while you are looking at your phone. That shooing away, even if it's only for a second or two, does have an impact on them. </div>
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It was only when I took a long break from the Internet (about 2 years), where I deleted all my social media account, blogs and whatever online presence I had, I realized the damage it can cause. Not only it affected me, but my son as well :( It seems that we have more eye contact with our phone screens rather than on our kids these days. It's sad really what technology have moulded us into. The problem is, it's extremely addicting and seems harmless. Why? Because everyone else is doing it. </div>
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How many of us take photos of our kids, only to ask them to keep still cause mommy wants to post them in their cute outfits on Instagram? What are we teaching our kids? After the photo is taken, we would take the time to edit and figure out a witty caption to go along with. How much time does this take away than real, direct interaction with our kids? So much precious time wasted, just because we want to be on the bandwagon of social media junkies. It's just as bad as drug and alcohol addiction. </div>
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Being a mom ain't easy. It requires a lot of patience, energy, and a whole lot of love. I only have one kid, and it's tough but so worth it. I do want more kids. I've had two miscarriages (something I will share about in another entry). I try not to share too much about my personal life like I used to. But I am willing to share things that can help and hopefully be beneficial to others out there.<br />
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Pretty much why I find it harder to update my blog as I am very selective of the things I post online these days. Alright, till my next post, bye!<br />
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Sue Anna Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605057257435083800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183601920891248206.post-92159942098298229862017-04-27T00:02:00.000+08:002017-04-27T00:12:58.311+08:00Musings in the dark 001<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">
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It's almost midnight as I am writing this. So many things going through my head. But it's so hard to sort them out. Clutter in my head. Muttering discretely trying to let it out. Have you ever wondered about the strangers you pass by, or the ones where you share silence inside an elevator. Seeing the numbers pressed, where to, where from. </div>
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Inside elevators we all become judgemental. Such a small, constrained space, filled up with other people. Sometimes sweaty, sometimes sweet smelling, sometimes just there. You end up looking at the other person, bottom to top. Shoes, bags, watch, shirt, hair, e.t.c... That awkward silence, but that subtle urge to say something, and wanting to know who this stranger is. Alas, it is only a short trip, up or down the elevator. That unspoken goodbye. </div>
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Sue Anna Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605057257435083800noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183601920891248206.post-85698709110755308982017-04-26T13:00:00.002+08:002017-04-26T14:55:55.151+08:00Lima iklan dari zaman 90-an.<div style="text-align: center;">
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Haaa, ni siapa yang tau iklan-iklan ni, sep sikit <span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">✋ </span>. Mana yang tak tau, err nampak sangat aku ni dah tua benor. Ada banyak lagi sebenarnya, tapi tak larat nak menempek. Duk cari iklan Mopiko yang lagu dia "Gatal-gatal menyerang, guna Mopiko, sapu di sini, sapu di sana, gatal-gatal pucanya, guna Mopiko!" tapi tak jumpa. Aku kecewa, sebab aku suka nyanyi <i>jingle</i> tu gaya Ella. Memang gatal. Hahaha. Okay, selamat bernostalgia.</div>
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Fido Dido is three-dimensional now. I like the original 2d version better.<br />
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{<b>Sue Anna Joe</b>}Sue Anna Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605057257435083800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183601920891248206.post-2286795789576897392017-04-25T10:59:00.001+08:002017-04-25T11:09:45.057+08:00Their life is better than mine. <div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="text-align: justify;">Being a girl, jealousy is something we can't really get rid of. Not sure if I can represent all the other girls out there, but I'm pretty sure that feeling of jealousy or envy is there. It could be with your siblings, relatives, friends, boyfriend's/husband's ex girlfriend, or some complete stranger who seems to have a better life than yours based on their Instagram posts so on and so forth. In this post I'll be talking about online jealousy. Social media jealousy. Because, almost everyone uses social media these days. </span>
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Jealousy can really ruin you. It consumes your mind, and soul. So. How to stop being jealous? I think it's not easy to not to not be jealous, but there are ways to handle it so it doesn't drag you while you're trying to walk through life. </div>
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I would say stop looking at their posts online, but hey that's tough to do right? There's always that itch and curiosity to see what that person is up to. Even if you don't stalk them (yes stalk), they'd probably pop out in your feed somehow. And there goes your itchy fingers wanting to check it out. And then you'll start looking at one post after another, perhaps checking out how many likes and comments they have and whatnot. Then you'll either consciously or unconsciously start comparing their lives with your own. </div>
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And you start to make up for it. You end up starting to show what you have as well. Happy life, happy marriage, happy kids, happy family, delicious food you are about to eat, traveling, new phone husband bought for you on your anniversary, the list goes on. Though, for some it's just about sharing that piece of life of theirs. But at some point, without realizing it, it's really showing off - more so to those who tend to get easily jealous. </div>
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I remember reading somewhere, that those who are truly happy don't show it off online. I don't entirely agree nor disagree with this. But it is somewhat true. Then there are those who are truly sad that don't show it online too. I mean if you are really sad, how could you find the time to post online? I guess it's a way to let it out, to share in hopes there will be someone who will listen, and perhaps lend a helping keyboard and give comfort and say it's gonna be okay. </div>
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I was one who used social media to let it all out. Did it help? In the short run, yes. But in the long run, uhmm nope, not at all. It's more destructive than constructive. You get so consumed by depending on others, without really trying to deal what's going on deep down inside. The conflict you go through is only solved temporarily. Your problems are shoved deeper down the hole, and it gets harder to get back out. </div>
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Back to being jealous with other people on social media. Whatever you see online, are mostly the sugar coated part of people's lives. You don't know their own struggles, their own conflicts in life. Everyone has them. Some people are just better at covering them. They could be genuinely happy in life, but that's not really living the life if you don't go through the bad phases while trying to get up there. </div>
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<li style="text-align: justify;">Not yet married, and jealous seeing your friends getting happily hitched, posting photos of their happy life and family. Don't be. They just don't show the conflict they go through.</li>
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<li style="text-align: justify;">I only have SPM < Diploma < Degree < Masters < PhD. Jealous, challenged by someone who has a higher education than you? Being inspired and motivated is fine, but don't let your level of education make you feel inferior. Don't let a piece of paper represent who you are in the society no matter what the society says. But if it's for a job requirement, than that's something else. </li>
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<li style="text-align: justify;">Jealous of how rich, good looking someone else is? Oh gosh, the good looking part is an issue that I have been struggling since forever. Way to resolve? Be thankful of all the little things in life, your heart still being able to beat, your eyes, still being able to see, your friends and family who are still there to love you. Seriously there is so much to be thankful for, yet you waste your time on such superficial things. </li>
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Stop focusing on your weakness, the things that you don't have, and focus on the things you do have. There are people who have lost their homes, their families, their limbs, their lives, yet you are here today, right now, reading this. And remember, this life in this <i>Dunya</i>, is only temporary. Why stress yourself over trivial things when you could focus on packing the necessities for the best life ever that will last forever in <i>Akhirah</i>? </div>
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Sue Anna Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605057257435083800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183601920891248206.post-81870048942421391532017-01-11T11:44:00.000+08:002017-01-11T19:17:22.418+08:00From being a nobody, to somebody, to a nobody again. <div style="text-align: center;">
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I have experienced being bullied. Not physically, but more mentally and emotionally. I used to be made fun of. I remember when I was in primary school, we were having an event. Me and a couple of friends, decided to wear colour coordinated clothes. I can't remember exactly what colour, I think it was green. So, on that day, I happily wore my green <i>baju kurung</i> only to be greeted by my friends who all wore the colour red instead of green. They giggled amongst themselves when they saw me and I questioned "<i>Weren't we supposed to wear green?". </i>Was it just a joke to them? I don't know, but all I remember it made me really sad and mad at the same time. I felt really left out. </div>
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I try to be friends with everyone, including the popular kids at school. When I was 13, during Form 2, we were having a concert, my class decided to do a 60s dance performance. I think it was for Teacher's Day. If I remember correctly we danced to songs by The Beatles. I brought my camera to snap photos of that day. In the dressing room we were all laughing taking photos together, I even sat on one of the girls lap. At that time, everyone was having fun. When I had the photos developed, I brought it to school to show it to them. </div>
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And it was at that time, I noticed, the girl that I was sitting on the lap with, was embarrassed that there was a photo of me and her. I think she even told me not to show the others? But they noticed, and I could see from their expressions that they were making fun of that photo. It was confusing really. These girls would invite me to their houses, yet I noticed at the same time, I was made fun of. I was foolish trying to fit in. </div>
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In another incident, my classmate, used her brother to act as though he liked me. Which at that fragile and naive years of just hitting puberty, I believed that he liked me for real. It felt nice to have some boy like you, it's flattering. Especially because I had low self-esteem. Felt that I was not pretty enough. In the end I found out it was all an act. And I saw their cynical laughter directed towards me. And I knew it was all a set up. The laughing stalk yet again.<br />
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Another similar incident; a friend made up a secret admirer, sending me letters and making phone calls by using perhaps their guy friend or brother to act as he was the secret admirer. To them it was all fun and games, but it really did leave deep scars when I found out that there really was no secret admirer. Felt like such a loser.<br />
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I don't blame them entirely. Probably I was somewhat annoying that they wanted to teach me a lesson. I was kind of a spoilt brat as a kid, and sometimes liked to show off and seek attention. I am the youngest in the family and the only girl at home. I could get almost anything I wanted. Perhaps I deserved it? Heh. I do believe though, that in a lot of bully cases, the victims allow themselves to be bullied. Nonetheless, whatever the cause, bullying is plain wrong. It can affect a person for a long time. </div>
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I then left that school to go to a boarding school. There, I had the time of my life, and had the best group of the friends till this very day. The boys there were extra mean though. I used to be made fun of all the time. Was I really that weird to be made fun of? I was lucky enough to have amazing friends that had my back. So it wasn't so bad. </div>
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All of these bitter experiences, I bottled up inside. I let it out through the poetry I wrote, the drawings I did and the photographs I took. Perhaps that was why some of my photography works were very moody, deep, dark and emotional. And these works had tremendously good feedback. It felt wonderful to be appreciated. I then saw that hey, I can be somebody, someone who is liked and not made fun of anymore. I wanted to be that popular girl in school. I needed to prove to people that.. "<i>You know what, I'm no longer that girl you can make fun of. I can be somebody, I can even be better than you.</i>" Uh-oh.. BIG MISTAKE.<br />
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This led to my downfall. It just made things worse. At first it was great and all. It eventually got me more depressed. I relied too much on what people would think about me. I relied on the approval of others. It consumed me. Say if one of my works did not get as much positive feedback as my previous work, I'd be questioning myself "<i>What did I do wrong? Why am I not good enough?</i>" I'd overly stress myself thinking too much about it. I spent too much time thinking what was wrong, rather than trying to improve for the better. </div>
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I did not go out much, especially to socialize and hang out with friends. Mainly because I was not allowed to. Pretty much why I was so happy to go to a boarding school. I came to that school a bit later, and the other students were telling me "<i>Habislah malam ni menangis".</i> I was like, why would I cry? I was super happy to finally have my 'freedom'. Haha. Not to say I had a terrible childhood experience at home. It was fun, I had friends over and I did go play and my neighbours house. But as I grew into my teen years, I wanted to go out to malls, hang out with friends, that which I did not have the opportunity to. Parents were quite strict about that. So hanging out at the town mall, Wetex in Muar was really exciting for me. Going into The Store to buy <i>Mee Segera PAMA</i> was always something I was looking forward to.</div>
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Getting back to episode downfall.. At that time, I forgot. I forgot Him, The Almighty. I was too busy in my world. I did things for all the wrong reasons. It was so bad, that a long the way, I ended up hurting others, ended up breaking promises, ended up being selfish, and worst of all ended up hurting myself. I did achieve quite a number of things during my active phase in photography and social media. Which I should be proud of. But inside, I felt empty. All those achievements were nothing but trash. I had the wrong motivation and intention. I was too busy trying to please and prove myself to others. What for? Fame? Ego booster? Self satisfaction? In the end, I ended up being a nobody again. </div>
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Now that is all in the past. Still haunts me at times. But I have learned from my mistakes. Whatever we do, should be based on the right intention. Never ever do things to please others. Never ever do things to prove to others. Don't do things just to please and prove yourself. Humans are weak, imperfect, and can easily disappoint. And the worse thing you can do is to disappoint yourself. </div>
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The solution? Is "<i>Lillahi Ta'ala</i>...<i>"</i> in whatever you do. <i>Insha'Allah</i> you will be safe and protected from your own self-destruction. </div>
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Finally have the time to update my South Korea trip. Was planning to complete the posts a while ago in time for the school holidays but didn't have the chance to. Was a bit caught up. So here is Part 3. This post will have a lot of images, so it might take a while to load.</div>
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Here, we came across the Seoul Millennium Time Capsule. It was strategically placed where Namsan Tower was visible in the background. This time capsule was built in 1994 to mark Seoul's 600th anniversary and will not be opened until the year 2394! Normal everyday items are buried within the time capsule. I wonder if we'll even have the chance to reach 2394. Haha. Still it's really intriguing.<br />
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The landscape was gorgeous too. It had a nice park. It was Autumn when we went, so it was a pretty sight to see with all the leaves on the ground. We had some fun throwing leaves in the air.<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Seoul Children's Grand Park</u> <b><span style="font-size: x-small;">(HIGHLY RECOMMENDED)</span></b></div>
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Dear parents, Seoul Children's Grand Park should be placed on the top of your must visit list when you travel to South Korea. We spent a whole day there. The place was huge! We couldn't cover the whole area. There was just soooo much to see. Admission is free. There is even a zoo. Marine animals, wild animals, animals that you could feed and pet, monkeys that could clap their hands asking for food. An amusement park, the rides weren't free but the tickets were cheap. </div>
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They also have various shows, animal shows, cultural e.t.c... And it's really beautiful. We just couldn't get enough of it. Really did not want to leave, but our legs were dead tired from all that walking and exploring the place. We will definitely be going here again if we have the chance for another trip to Seoul (*ehem Tony Fernandez, can you sponsor us please?) <- Who knows he just might Google his own name and come across this blog eh? Hahaha. </div>
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There were a lot of places in the park we didn't get to cover. I suggest studying the place beforehand so you don't miss out on the interesting locations available at Seoul's Children Grand Park. I'm sure you and your kids would love it here. Even the review ratings of this place is high. Definitely a must visit! <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://bloggingbehaviour.blogspot.my/2016/09/south-korea-perfect-travel-destination.html" target="_blank">PART 1</a> | <a href="http://bloggingbehaviour.blogspot.my/2016/09/seoul-south-korea-wonderful-travel.html" target="_blank">PART 2</a></span><br />
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Kamsahamnida!<br />
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