Archive for April, 2009

First sample

Stitching inside back

Stitching inside back

Stitching outer back

Stitching outer back

First draft

First draft

So apparently, the big fashion houses take about 3 months to get a t-shirt cut just right. And here I am – watching Project Runway week after week – thinking you could make a haute couture dress in under 24 hours.

Above, the first draft from the manufacturer. The handsome model is my Uncle Ray. The t-shirt looks like that because it’s just been washed to check for shrinkage.

Lilaine thinks the inside stitching is neat but everything else could do with some improvement. For example: Collar too high. Sleeves too ‘bunchy’ around the armpit area. Model too flabby. If it were up to me, I’d never notice these things. Married the right woman, I did. Note to self: Try not to fall asleep halfway through Project Runway.

The four years

I once told a colleague that if Tun Abdullah were James Bond, he’d be George Lazenby. Here today, gone the next. Having thought about it – and suddenly realising my own ignorance in the overall scheme of things – I retract that statement. Pak Lah won the 2004 election with a landslide, and we believed him when he said: “I am the number one public servant,” and “Work with me, not for me.”  

Four years  later, his party suffered their worst defeat in history. Gone were the two thirds majority in parliament. Five states went to the opposition. Several long time politicians gave up their seats to younger, less experienced opponents. But that’s not the point of this post. What  happened to Malaysia during those four years, from 2004 to 2008? What changed? How will history remember Pak Lah’s leadership?

I remember reading somewhere of people calling him ‘Bapa Demokrasi’ (Father of Democracy). Of course, what this means is that we’ve never had any real democracy and the previous leaderships were all ironfisted and autocratic. My guess is that we probably won’t be seeing this phrase in our children’s history books anytime soon.

The reality is, Pak Lah made an important contribution to democracy in Malaysia. The irony is, it may have been done unintentionally.

The Malaysian public found their voice in those years. You could say it’s due to technology (the spread of blogs and free speech in cyberspace), or maybe to Pak Lah’s weak leadership style. Today, we have more Malaysians criticising and expressing their opinions about everything under the sun. Even royalty aren’t spared. We follow blogs of people we do not know and forward emails about how bad the country is doing. In the process however, we became more politically mature.

What about the church? More Christians have been awakened to their role in shaping the future of our country. Not by joining a political movement. But by getting down on our knees and repenting, praying, pleading with God to heal our land. There are more united and overnight intercession in the Klang Valley. And it’s spreading like wildfire to other states. Prayer requests have changed from “Please help me get a raise” to “Let’s pray for our government.”

What about our children? I have no idea. My generation have become more polically aware – that I know. Doesn’t matter if they’re living a million miles away from Malaysia. We all know what’s happening back home. But it seems to me most teenagers prefer to spend their entire life online and know little about the political tsunami that shook the country.

What about racial equality? On the same breath, what about religious freedom? There are people in our land who by law, cannot change their religion even if they wanted to. But there is light at the end of the tunnel, and some are already walking in it. Things are moving at snail’s pace but change has started and is already happening. I’d rather not comment on this and won’t pretend to be an expert on the subject.

Whichever way you look at it, those four years have made a critical difference. Do you feel it in the air? This is the moment we have worked for. Beloved, we must continue to fast and pray for our beautiful country. Now is the time to open our eyes, and see that the Lord has given us a land of milk and honey. Have faith that when His spirit comes, all will see His glory. From the north to the south, from the east to the west – the deaf will hear, the blind will see, the lame will walk. Even so, come quickly, Lord Jesus.

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The last words spoken in the ‘The Matrix’:

Neo: I know you’re out there. I can feel you now. I know that you’re afraid… you’re afraid of us. You’re afraid of change. I don’t know the future. I didn’t come here to tell you how this is going to end. I came here to tell you how it’s going to begin. I’m going to hang up this phone, and then I’m going to show these people what you don’t want them to see. I’m going to show them a world without you. A world without rules and controls, without borders or boundaries. A world where anything is possible. Where we go from there is a choice I leave to you.

Going strong

arnold

So we’re finally getting things moving. Laine will be back in KL this friday briefing the printer. Next week, she will be looking at colours and proofs. 3 to 4 weeks later, and we will be holding (wearing?) the first fruits of our labour. In the meantime, I will be setting up another website to showcase the tees. It will have ordering info, t-shirt sizes, prices and other relevant data. You know, like a proper company blog. There will be no posts with meaningless pictures. No photos of China-made toys nor imaginary conversations and so on. This blog will continue and go on as … well, whatever it has become.

My son, Superman

Lukas fast asleep

The boy asleep

Superman

The man of steel

 I always knew he had the makings of a superhero.

Samson tells Delilah about the honey

There are many great stories in the Bible. Sometimes, I like to imagine the conversations that may have taken place but weren’t recorded.

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Judges 14
8 After some time, when he returned to get her, Samson turned aside to see the carcass of the lion. And behold, a swarm of bees and honey were in the carcass of the lion. 9 He took some of it in his hands and went along, eating …

Delilah: You ate what?!

Samson: I was hungry …

Delilah: Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to touch dead animals lying by the road? And you had to eat the honey the bees made in it too?!

Samson: Uh …

Delilah: How long has the lion been dead anyway?

Samson: Don’t know. Must have been some time …

Delilah: Ugh! Yuck! And you have been kissing me with that mouth!

Samson: Was tasty …

Delilah: What else have you touched lately?

Samson: Wha … ? Lemme see …

Delilah: Oh, don’t answer that. Mr Destroyer of the Philistines, Weilder of the jawbone of death, Eater of honey from a dead lion. Whoa … look at me – I’m so big and strong!

Samson: I gargled with listerine last night.

Delilah: ….

Delilah: You forgot to put the cap back on.

Dinner conversation (how it may have happened)

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Genesis 22
2 Then God said, “Take now your son, your only Isaac, whom you love, and go to the land of Moriah, and offer him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains of which I shall tell you.” … 9 And Abraham built an altar there and placed the wood in order; and he bound Isaac his son and laid him on the altar, upon the wood. 10 And Abraham stretched out his hand and took the knife to slay his son. 11 But the Angel of the LORD called to him from heaven and said, “Abraham, Abraham!” So he said, “Here I am.” 12 And He said, “Do not lay your hand on the lad, or do anything to him; for now I know that you fear God, since you have not withheld your son, your only son from Me.”

Sarah: So what did you fine boys do today?

Isaac: Dad tried to …

Abraham: Great steak, Sarah! Did I tell you how much I love your cooking? Get me some more of that rack and pass the mint sauce.

Sarah: You can have it all. There’s plenty left.

Isaac: Mom, you won’t be…

Abraham: We had a great time this morning, didn’t we Isaac? (Slaps Isaac’s back) Caught a ram too!

Sarah: A ram! How wonderful! What else did you do?

Isaac: Dad’s really cra …

Abraham: We chatted about G-d, took long walks in countryside – you know, man stuff!

Sarah: Isaac, why haven’t you touched your food?

Isaac: You expect me to eat?! Dad tried to …

Abraham: (Guffaws loudly and heartily) Issac’s not really that hungry, after all the excitement today! Hey, big boy -time to go to your room and get some rest!

Isaac: Mom, I need to te…

Abraham: And if you aren’t eating that – I’ll have it. (Scoops lamb from Issac’s plate)

Sarah: Well, I’m glad you boys had fun.

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Several thousand years later, God’s only begotten Son became flesh, and was born in a smelly stable. Jesus became a human baby, and burped and poo-ed and cried like the rest of us. He grew up, led a sinless life and shared the love of God with many people.

The ram took Isaac’s place on the altar (Read the full account in Genesis 22). Christ – the Lamb of God – took our place on the cross. He died to pay the price for our sins. An innocent man (Jesus) took the punishment meant for the guilty (uh, that’s us).

Three days later, God raised Him from the dead. Similarly, those who believe in Christ are also ‘raised’ from the dead. That’s why christians are called Born Again. Easter celebrates the resurrection of our Lord.

Cloth samples

So for the more technical among you, we’ve settled on 26 fully comb cotton for the white tees and 20 cotton for the colour tees. In layman speak, both are 100% cotton – although I’ve been told that term has been stretched to include non-cotton materials as well.

The printing will be done either through silk screen or plastic sole. At least, that’s what the printers recommended. Far as I’m concerned, I just want the textures to be as smooth as possible. Ok, it probably won’t be as smooth as what Zara is currently offering, but close.

Lilaine will be handling all the technical bits (including sizes and cuts) when it comes to the cloth. She seems to get it when the printer explains these sort of things. I’m quite happy just taking care of the designs, i.e. images on the t-shirt. Even blogging about cloth samples makes me feel, I don’t know, odd. I think I’ll go do something more manly now, like crushing a beer can on my forehead.