tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-291485782012-01-30T12:45:51.199-08:00free woman"friends,faces,food"susanloonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587434704875132537noreply@blogger.comBlogger191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29148578.post-75907379148493285682010-10-05T03:37:00.000-07:002010-10-05T04:41:04.236-07:00Bern and I went to view Kah Peng's art exhibition today (photos below). Some of his painting are quite marvelous. His are all landscape paintings of Malaysian and English heritage buildings, and some lovely scenic scenes. You could say his paintings are dreamy, idyllic and poetic. There is no 'chaos' or 'flaws' in it. They are serene and peaceful, each stroke predictive and guarded.Kah Peng is susanloonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587434704875132537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29148578.post-62556091126233055402008-11-28T20:13:00.000-08:002008-11-28T20:33:02.428-08:00Ah, beautiful Jenn, thanks for the artistic journey...Jenn at Student Art Show, Siam Paragon, BangkokJenn at Queen's Art Society Show, Siam ParagonJenn at Jatujak Market, art sectionsusanloonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587434704875132537noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29148578.post-62133628423228156842008-06-09T21:36:00.000-07:002009-03-18T01:32:45.077-07:00Siew Hwa in Penang! Yummy vegetable steamboat in Nagore Street!susanloonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587434704875132537noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29148578.post-16584441900804659462008-05-24T08:14:00.001-07:002009-03-18T01:35:41.216-07:00Moyuko in MalaysiaBehind the Island, Penang. We call it 'Balik Pulau'. The word literally means just that: at the back of the Island.Moyuko goes to Kuala Lumpur...At the Islamic Art Museum in Kuala Lumpur...Going home to Penang, look at what we found at the bus station...susanloonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587434704875132537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29148578.post-1151928055188095622006-07-03T04:47:00.000-07:002006-07-03T05:04:37.556-07:00"Geneva mafia wanabes..." susanloonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587434704875132537noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29148578.post-1150921738763173842006-06-21T13:12:00.000-07:002006-06-21T13:33:52.766-07:00"my friends, while in geneva"susanloonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587434704875132537noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29148578.post-1150886062428156832006-06-21T03:27:00.000-07:002006-06-21T13:05:22.510-07:00 Summer in Geneva, June 21 - the longest day...night begins about 10.30pmsusanloonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587434704875132537noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29148578.post-1149842460394893142006-06-09T01:35:00.000-07:002006-06-09T02:22:15.700-07:00"a hand woven dopata from baluchistana fine piece of cloth, from dera bugtiwhere a civil war between the military and freedom fighterscontinue to claim lives (www.balochvoice.com)i had chosen this cloth among so many others drapped before mei had felt the sufferings of the womenfolkwho usually take months to sew a piece of artwork like thiswhich makes me think how fortunate i am to be mehow luckysusanloonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587434704875132537noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29148578.post-1149741822410364862006-06-07T21:29:00.000-07:002006-06-07T21:43:42.420-07:00june always bring back bitter and sweet memories. For one, my father, whom i loved with all my heart and soul, passed away in 2003. it was the most difficult time for me. at the same time, i was in the midst of excitement, because we had just received word that ISA (Internal Security Act) detainees were being released from detention in Kamunting. despite my father's illness, i had gone to cover susanloonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587434704875132537noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29148578.post-1149574992420942172006-06-05T23:16:00.000-07:002006-06-06T02:26:42.883-07:00"with an earth like this, who needs hell...?"these days they attack meeven in my homewhy then do they say:‘there is no place like home?’i am robbed in my playgroundraped in my school,bombed in cinemasbus stationsflea marketsand shopping mallsi am the targetno matter who i amis there a safe place for me to play?please show me the wayi need refugeyet no place on earth is safeyour government says I susanloonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587434704875132537noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29148578.post-1149502018845185302006-06-05T02:51:00.000-07:002006-06-05T10:19:46.383-07:00"blown away""tears""blood"if there was a tear-drop everytime someone was hungrythere would be close to 800 million tears a day;if there was a teardrop for every one who is homelessthere would be close to one billion tears a day;if there was a tear-drop for the many who are internally displaced in the worldthere would be near to 25 million tears a dayhow many more tears need i cry - for the susanloonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587434704875132537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29148578.post-1149427969046590042006-06-04T06:27:00.000-07:002008-03-28T12:18:02.045-07:00"sayang.....is a malaysian word used to describe lovefrom the mundane to the most passionateso i call you sayang and if you ask mehow i would describe us, i would say "peaceful"gone are the days when i would seek adventureor excitement..... all i want now is peaceto lie in your armsand feel the whole world enwrap meto feel eternityenclose me in one moment..."susanloonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587434704875132537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29148578.post-1149366281731080392006-06-03T13:21:00.000-07:002006-06-03T13:35:13.083-07:00"Across Asia I seek your voiceinto building and plainsatop mountains beyond riversi seek your dreams..."susanloonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587434704875132537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29148578.post-1149361896346485742006-06-03T11:38:00.000-07:002006-06-03T12:59:49.070-07:00let us venture now into unchartered territorieslet's leave behind wind blown images of the pastcome place your hands firmly into mineand i will drag you to a land of infinite freedomwhere we can see beyond the colors of our skinsfor the only color that matters is our humanitythe only difference is whether we love or hatenot our faiths, our langaugesnot our wealth and certainly not our skinsif yoususanloonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587434704875132537noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29148578.post-1149355656444171672006-06-03T10:25:00.000-07:002006-06-03T13:37:44.606-07:00how can i continue breathingwhen my breath refuses to acknowledgethat this is my breathhow can i continue to speakwhen my voice does not recognisethe origin of its toneshow can i continue to walkwhen one limb fails to correspondwith the otherhow do i continue to livewhen my life forgetsthat it is alivehow do i diewhen my death doesn't know how …susanloonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587434704875132537noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29148578.post-1149325809686730082006-06-03T02:08:00.000-07:002006-06-03T10:56:34.616-07:00believe nothingno matter where you read itor who said itnot even if i have said itunless it agrees with your own reasonand your own common sense - buddhasusanloonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587434704875132537noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29148578.post-1149267798029195472006-06-02T09:59:00.000-07:002006-06-03T10:50:17.376-07:00many words, empty talksopening borders, closing spacessmaller world, further distanceincreasing voices, deafening silencetis the current state of affairsanother voice fading in the noise…susanloonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587434704875132537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29148578.post-1149264924894967962006-06-02T09:05:00.000-07:002006-06-02T09:15:24.900-07:00if you ask megod has no faceno colorno sex and no smellgod has no formno structurebut a fusion of powerpulsing through our veinsgod is a passionburning in our brainsthe motivatorof all good thingsgoverning our spiritmaking us reach outfor other human beingson an equal planeof love and understandinggod is this eternal visionand desireto seek for the truthno matter how many tanglesand barb wires itsusanloonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587434704875132537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29148578.post-1149261097430996932006-06-02T08:07:00.000-07:002006-06-02T09:00:05.700-07:00 come into my worldwhere there are no frontiershorizons are blurredand the seaand ever changing hueof green, red, black, yellow and bluethere are no houses of detentionno rules and regulationsand humans like you and mecan live in harmonywe can love as free as the windsleep or wake, dance and singand yet have more than we can eatwhy?because it is the fruits of our labourthe strength of our susanloonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587434704875132537noreply@blogger.com0