Dangerously cute
Evolution of graffiti.
Contains more artistic value than the hastily pasted ads above, and certainly not your punk daddy’s badly drawn penis.
Hello, street art. Real pleased to meet you.
Vote Earth
And if you don’t feel like sitting at home in the dark, go over to Green Heights Mall for a candlelight acoustic concert featuring Evenstarr, Passive Fire and a bunch of other guys I’ve not heard before.
Definitions of “brave”
Brave? I’ve been getting that a lot since I got my head shaved in front of countless people at “Give Hope, Go Bald” yesterday.
I believe the reason why people think I’m brave is because they won’t have done it themselves. Because I’m a girl. It comes with expectations, like actually having hair.
But I got your attention, right? Read on.
Sarawak Children’s Cancer Society (SCCS) was set up by a bunch of parents who came together to support each other through something parents should never have to face. Knowing that your child has cancer and pulling out the stops to battle it – that’s brave.
Being a kid who is sick with a long-term illness is not fun. There were kids sitting around the exhibition area who had hats or medical masks (or both) on. There were obviously kids who are going to have to pay extra care to themselves. They have no choice but to be brave.
I’m just some silly girl who went and got her head shaved on stage. That’s a spit in the ocean compared to what parents and kids of the SCCS have to face on a daily basis.
When I got up on stage yesterday as part of the team from The Borneo Post, there was this huge cheer that scared me more than the prospect of losing my hair. For the next few minutes, all I saw was a wall of cameras forming a semi-circle in front of me. I couldn’t stop laughing because I’m used to going fairly unnoticed in a crowd. I’m usually on the other side of the camera.
When my head was almost done, the lady from Cutting Edge leaned over and said to me, “You look good bald. Your head is a nice shape.”
I wanted to get back to work right after I got off stage but I couldn’t go three steps without meeting someone who wants to shake my hand, take my photo and tell me they’re proud of me. I’m apparently also in the newspapers today. It’s all very surreal.
I didn’t see my head until much later, when Francis took a photo of me with my camera.
Out of 113 participants, there were only two women. Here I am with the other woman - Roslin Haji Ramli. She and her husband Abdul Khalik are with SCCS. Their only son has Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia (ALL) and is still undergoing annual treatment.
I have updated the amount on the right sidebar to the amount of based on my records. Big thanks to everyone who donated to see me bald and helped rally up some funds on my behalf. A great big thanks to Serina and Albert from Studio 23 for raising over RM2000 of my total amount!
Wow. What a week. Now to post this, slap some sunblock on my head and go out.
