谁愿放手的情歌王。。。 As usual, the song of the moment has strike again. This time, a Cantonese song and a Mandarin medley. 陈慧琳-誰願放手 曾某人某一天某地 時間如靜止的空氣 你的不羈給我驚喜 曾說同你闖天與地 曾說無悔今生等你 也不擔心分隔千里 多少歡樂常回味 天空中充滿希冀 祈求再遇上 不放棄不逃避 今天失落才明白 默默道理 越是懷念你 越怕沒法一起 誰得到過願放手 曾精彩過願挽留 年年月月逝去越是覺得深愛你 如果失約在這生 毋須相見在某年 完完全全共醉一生也願意 來這年這一天這地 重見曾似相識的你 笑得輕鬆中帶傷悲 談你談我的新趣味 無法忘記當天的美 你的關心不過演戲 完完全全共醉他生也願意 古巨基 - 情歌王 Forever Love(王力宏) 愛你不是因為你的美而已 我越來越愛你 每個眼神觸動我的心 兩個人的煙花(黎明) 最愛你的是我 否則你怎麼樣我 否則我怎麼可能赴湯蹈火 你說甚麼都做 如果．愛(張學友) 如果這就是愛 在轉身就該勇敢留下來 就算受傷就算流淚 都是生命裡溫柔灌溉 童話(光良) 我要變成童話裡 你愛的那個天使 張開雙手 變成翅膀守護你 你要相信 相信我們會像童話故事裡 很愛很愛你(劉若英) 往更多幸福的地方飛去 很愛很愛你 只有讓你擁有愛情 我才安心 我願意(王菲) 我願意為你我願意為你 我願意為你忘記我姓名 只要你真心拿愛與我回應 我甚麼都願意為你 好想好想(古巨基) 好想好想 好想好想 好想好想 和你在一起 明天我要嫁給你(周華健) 明天我要嫁給你啦 明天我要嫁給你啦 要不是你問我 要不是你勸我 要不是適當的時候你讓我心動 不得不愛(潘瑋柏/弦子) 天天都需要你愛 我的心思由你猜 I LOVE YOU 我就是要你讓我每天都精彩 陰天(莫文蔚) 開始總是分分鐘 都妙不可言 誰都以為 熱情它永不會減 總之那幾年 感性贏了理性那一面 飛機埸的10:30(陶喆) baby baby baby baby baby baby 是不是擁有以後就會開始 要失去 我給你的越多 你卻越想要躲 愛已無法回答所有的問題 那麼愛你為甚麼(黃品源/莫文蔚) 離開你是傻是對是錯 是看破是軟弱 這結果是愛是狠 或者是甚麼 你怎麼捨得我難過(黃品源) 最愛你的人是我 你怎麼捨得我難過 對你付出了這麼多 你卻沒有感動過 愛我別走(張震嶽) 愛我別走 如果你說你不愛我 不要聽見 你真的說出口 再給我一點溫柔 讓我歡喜讓我憂(周華健) 就請妳給我多一點點時間 再多一點點問候 不要一切都帶走 就請妳給我多一點點空間 再多一點點溫柔 不要讓我如此難受 原來你甚麼都不想要(張惠妹) 原來你甚麼都不想要 我不要你的承諾 不要你的永遠 只要你真真切切愛我一遍 就算虛榮也好 貪心也好 最怕你把沉默 當做對我的回答 原來你甚麼都不想要 用心良苦(張宇) 你說你想要逃 偏偏注定要落腳 情滅了愛熄了 剩下空心要不要 祝福(張學友) 傷離別離別雖然在眼前 說再見再見不會太遙遠 若有緣有緣就能期待明天 你和我重逢在燦爛的季節 吻別(張學友) 我和你吻別 在無人的街 讓風痴笑我不能拒絕 我和你吻別 在狂亂的夜 我的心等著迎接傷悲 把悲傷留給自己(陳昇) 能不能讓我陪著妳走 即然妳說留不住妳 回去的路有些黑暗 擔心讓妳一個人走 征服(那英) 就這樣被你征服切斷了所有退路 我的心情是堅固我的決定是糊塗 聽海(張惠妹) 聽海哭的聲音 嘆惜著誰又被傷了心 味道(辛曉琪) 和你身上的味道 我想念你的吻 和手指淡淡煙草味道 記憶中曾被愛的味道 我懷念的(孫燕姿) 我懷念的是無話不說 我懷念的是一起作夢 我懷念的是爭吵以後 還是想要愛你的衝動 我記得那年生日 也記得那一首歌 記得那片星空 最緊的右手 最暖的胸口 領悟(辛曉琪) 啊！多麼痛的領悟 你曾是我的全部 只願你掙脫情的枷鎖 愛的束縛任意追逐 別再為愛受苦 月亮惹的禍(張宇) 都是你的錯 在你的眼中 總是藏著讓人又愛又憐的朦朧 都是你的錯 你痴情夢 像一個魔咒 被你愛過還能為誰蠢動 我們的愛(F.I.R.) 我們的愛 過了就不再回來 直到現在 我還默默的等待 我們的愛 我明白 已變成你的負擔 只是永遠 我都放不開 最後的溫暖 你把我灌醉(黃大煒) 你把我灌醉 你讓我流淚 扛下了所有罪 我拚命挽回 你把我灌醉 你讓我心碎 愛得收不回 眼淚(范曉萱) 哦 眼淚 眼淚都是我的體會 成長的滋味 哦 眼淚 忍住眼淚不讓你看見 我在改變 孤單的感覺 你從不曾發現 我笑中還有淚 情非得已(庾澄慶) 只怕我自己會愛上你 不敢讓自己靠的太近 怕我沒甚麼能夠給你 愛你也需要很大的勇氣 你是如此難以忘記(梁朝偉) 你是如此的難以忘記 浮浮沉沉的在我心裡 改變自己需要多少勇氣 翻騰的心情該如何平靜 心太軟(任賢齊) 你總是心太軟心太軟 把所有問題都自己扛 相愛總是簡單相處太難 不是你的就別再勉強 Forever Love(王力宏) Forever Love Forever Love 我只想用我這一輩子去愛你 從今以後 你會是所有 幸福的理由 Forever Love Forever Love Forever Love Pandora’s Box All shall be revealed when the box is opened. All bad shall be revealed and only one thing would be left at the bottom. Hope. And that is what I need.  s.s.ex. in the city Last Saturday was a fun filled day of KTV, waffles, fireworks and lots of ‘bullying’. Sweet Stone Express is just a stone’s (edit: oops, no pun intended) throw away from Clarke Quay MRT at Hong Lim Park (yes, where the speaker’s corner is). Really nice place to chill out with friends. And while we were there, we actually managed to catch a glimpse of the NDP fireworks! Thanks to Stanley for the recommendation and joo for the lovely photos. Oh by the way, i went to dig this out…. Notice the hood? Red, almost similar to the SCI maroon one… Yes, I know I looked very moody in the picture. I vaguely remembered that I had to wait a long time for my turn to take the photo and I didn’t like the fact that my teacher tried to put lip stick on me. That’s why I was pursing my lips. Haha… K2. That is like 18 years ago. Goodness. overdosage of plants and being close to nature How did I spend my first friday night on the ‘other side’? By being close to nature - plants, flowers, leaves, animals and eggs. First contact with nature - roasted duck and shrimp paste chicken. (thanks to Rayner for the good meal!) Ever wonder what happens when a chicken and duck come together and decided to reproduce? I think I have found the answer. TAMAGOCHI! (okay, not funny). I just cannot believe that my dear ichiban tomodachi has bought herself yet another toy. I need a huge shelf for my books, she needs one for her toys. Then, after animals, we explore the wonders of flowers at the Garden Festival. And the plants that eat insects instead of the insects eating it. Is this call karma? I also found some weird things among all these plants. Weird and wacky Weird and tacky Weird and weirder And you thought your hair was bad. I have to say that the first week was pretty good. It is definitely not a honeymoon period as most would have thought but I would rather be doing something significant than just sitting around. Keeping my fingers crossed and hope that the upcoming weeks and months would only get better and better. Harry Potter (robes) and the gang of WKWSCI goodbye school: it’s official. Finally don on my harry potter look-alike robes today, shook hands with the big guy of NTU, threw my mortar board into the air, jumped around, took a lot of photos, hugged a lot of people and almost cried. I also - broke a nail, dropped my shoes while jumping, and not to mention, getting my heels stuck in the drain - twice. My innate clumsiness and unglamness didn’t want to miss out on my big day too. But I am truly glad that I did not slip and fall on stage. Here’s to all of you: Thank you Becky for that wonderful speech. You are the coolest valedictorian ever. Thank you Chang, Chitra, Derrick, Han Joo, Gracia, Sharon and Becky for being such great pals these 4 years. I could not have imagined how it would had been like without you. Thank you mummy and mei mei for being at the ceremony today. It would not have been possible without your love, patience and support all these years. And to my beloved daddy who would had been there if you could, I miss you. Thank you Tinghui for being such a great sport and for being my photographer today! You are really really my ‘ichiban tomodachi’. But, you could be upgraded to ‘taihen subarashi’ if you give me my convo gift soon, heh. A big thank you to everyone who sent your well wishes. I am truly blessed. And with this I conclude- I am officially done with my formal education. (: Photos coming up soon! the worst illness - amnesia I have been keeping a diary, on and off, since I was 12. And one of my favourite past time is reading the really old entries and poking fun at my lousy grammar, bad spelling and my childish ideals or views. Keeping a blog is slightly different I guess. I obviously cannot write every intimate detail of my life here and risk it being broadcast to the entire world. One thing remains the same, I enjoy looking back at old entries and laugh at myself. Like this entry here back in 2005. Utterly silly and random but I realise, some things never change. I still want to visit Greece, Egypt, and London. I still think Daniel Wu is cute. Flying cockroaches are the deadliest things in the world after crows. I never gave up the thought of being a doctor (of some kind) although now I can settle with being a doctor’s wife. I still like those sappy love songs, especially 把你藏起来 although now almost any Jay Chou’s song works for me. There is no way I would ever miss a KTV session and who doesn’t want a fairy godmother? With the onset of convocation and the beginning of a new chapter in my life, everything old seems so precious, so familiar, so difficult to let go… And so, I conclude that amnesia and Alzheimer’s are the worst illnesses one can get. You can put a machine in my heart and make me sit on a wheelchair. I can take medication everyday and make frequent trips to the toilet. But if you ever rob me of my memories, what would make me, me? my life’s a randomness I am not a very reflective person. Most of the time, I just live each day as it is and do not spend much time planning what I want to do or achieve in this lifetime. So whenever someone ask me what my goal is or what do I want to do in life, I am sad to admit that I really cannot answer that question truthfully or with conviction. Friends who know me well know that most of the things that happen or major decisions in my life are not due to planning - they happen because of chance or simply because I felt like doing it. I am a super random person I guess. And I have done a lot of things that I am not proud of due to my randomness. My proud and shameful examples of randomness in life so far - After PSLE, I decided to apply to my secondary school because my favourite TV serial was filmed there. Hack with getting into a good school and laying a good foundation for the future. During Sec 2, I decided that I hate physics. So, I applied to go to the Biology/Chemistry/Food and Nutrition stream for the next 2 years of my studies. When the streaming results were released, I realised that all my current classmates would remain in the same class except me. So I got my mum to meet up with the Vice Principal, okay, correction, my mum sat beside me as I reasoned with the VP why she should transfer me back to my original class. Obviously it didn’t work. But I have to say that it was one of the best thing that could ever happen. Otherwise I would not have met my good friends. (: Secondary 3, I decided out of randomness that everyone in the prefectorial board is out to get me when they found out that I was appointed the head prefect. It was like suddenly, I am no longer part of the gang. So I decided to abdicate my role, made a big hoo-haa in the school and I think I made my teacher cried. Despite not being a head prefect, I went to the (same) teacher in charge and told her that rostering flag raisers on morning duty at the classroom block is really a bad idea. (Reason being, I was patrolling at the classroom block one morning, something happened in one classroom and I forgot all about my flag raising duty. My fellow flag raiser came and gave me a hell of a time. ) My teacher bought my idea and told me to tell the head prefect and duty roster master about it. I proudly walked into the prefects’ room and did my dues. I think they all hated me. Haha! After ‘O’ levels, I decided that I wanted to go to Temasek Polytechnic and only TP. Because all the other polys looked so old, and the fact that only TP had jam and hop parties. I wanted to be associated with hipness. I chose to study marketing because - to get into Design school, you need to go for another interview (lazy); to get into Hospitality, you need to go for another interview (i missed that one completely); to get into the mass comm course in TP, your English must be A2 and above (sorry, i only B3, good enough for other polys but not TP); science was all about lab work and IT was simply not for me. Oh dear, I think I am beginning to sound like a really horrible person. After TP, it was time to decide if I wanted work or continue to study. Most of my peers decided to work. So i decided to work too - as a teacher. I went for the interview at MOE, got in but they wanted me to teach CHINESE! Although my Chinese at that point was pretty good, but I cannot imagine being called 林老师 everyday! So I rejected them and went to work part time in a exhibition company. So…. I was surfing the net one day and somehow stumbled upon a link for poly grads to apply to local Uni. It was the first time that they were accepting direct entry. And the registration fee was only like $10. I decided that it was like a gamble. So I applied for NTU Comms studies, NTU Business, NUS FASS and NUS Business. And WKWSCI became my home for the next 4 years. My initial goal when I got into SCI was to become a big time magazine editor. Ha! I still remember my conversation with the girls where we said we would be glad to just get a job crushing eye shadow and lipstick for beauty products photo shoots. Gosh, that seemed like just yesterday. But somehow, I reeled off the publishing track and majored in PR instead because I decided I cannot write for nuts. But if you think about it, PR also requires writing. Oh never mind. 4 years flew by, I have graduated from SCI. I have no idea what to do. But I know that I do not want to be in a PR firm or do corporate comms. So I applied to MOE again. (I can hear people screaming…) And I rejected them again. (I can so hear the screams again…) My job search is very random. I have no idea what I want to do and where I want to work in. I look at the job description, if it sounds decent, I apply. And I tell you, I apply for anything and everything. The only position that I wanted really badly, I didn’t get it. And I am disappointed. So I have come to the conclusion that the more you want something, the less possibility that you will get it. So just go with the flow. (Wait a minute, haven’t I been going with the flow all these years?!) And so after a few months of searching and non-searching, and from being fussy to nonchalant, I have finally got something. Surprise surprise, it has everything to do with my first aspiration when I got into SCI. A slight variation, but nonetheless, associated. So maybe I am not that random after all. Going with the flow isn’t such a bad thing. The problem is you will take a longer time to find out what you want and get what you want. One whole circle and back to the same point. But honestly, I am not sure where this would lead me to, but quoting from a very old blog entry and from my sister, “Put on a safety belt and get on with life!” But, if anyone ask me for advice, I will definitely tell them that planning is the key to achieving. Seriously. I think I am getting old. Ha! This must have been the longest entry, ever. Thinking, pondering, anticipating….   Protected: when you need to cry but can’t This post is password protected. To view it please enter your password below: Password: 15 days in Cambodia (Part 3) (Part 1) (Part 2) Or click here if you prefer to view all the collages on facebook. (: 15 days in Cambodia (Part 2) Now serving part 2. (Part 1) (Part 3) 15 days in Cambodia (Part 1) Long overdue! Enjoy part 1 of my 15-day community outreach cum learning journey in Cambodia. Thanks to everyone in the team for the photos. (Part 2) (Part 3) An attempt to atagonise you Something interesting I found! There is a two-letter word that perhaps has more meanings than any other two-letter word, and that is ‘UP.’ It’s easy to understand UP, meaning toward the sky or at the top of the list, but when we awaken in the morning, why do we wake UP ?  At a meeting, why does a topic come UP ? Why do we speak UP and why are the officers UP for election and why is it UP to the secretary to write UP a report ? We call UP our friends.  And we brighten UP a room, polish UP the silver, warm UP the leftovers and clean UP the kitchen.  We lock UP the house and some guys fix UP the old car . At other times the little word has real special meaning.  People stir UP trouble, line UP for tickets, work UP an appetite, and think UP excuses. To be dressed is one thing, but to be dressed UP is special. And this UP is confusing:  A drain must be opened UP because it is stopped UP . We open UP a store in the morning but we close it UP at night. We seem to be pretty mixed UP about UP! To be knowledgeable about the proper uses of UP , look the word UP in the dictionary.  In a desk-sized dictionary, it takes UP almost 1/4th of the page and can add UP to about thirty definitions. If you are UP to it, you might try building UP a list of the many ways UP is used.  It will take UP a lot of your time, but if you don’t give UP, you may wind UP with a hundred or more. When it threatens to rain, we say it is clouding UP, when the sun comes out we say it is clearing UP . When it rains, it wets the earth and often messes things UP . When it doesn’t rain for awhile, things dry UP . One could go on and on, but I’ll wrap it UP , for now my time is UP, so  it is time to shut UP! a new header, a new head of hair and a new handful of hogwash A new header - Quite obvious i would think. I am sick of the barcode and decided to change it a little. A little childish but nonetheless quite random. Exactly how this blog is like. A new head of hair - After many many years of long hair in all permutations (long and straight, long and curly, long and wavy, long and messy, long with bangs, long with fringe, long and longer…) I have cut my hair short. Real short. haha. Seriously short. I think i look funny, but nonetheless cute. Okay, I think I am not suppose to praise myself. Reactions to my new hair varies - My mummy was like: Maybe you will have a change in luck now. [Very superstitious] My sister: Erm, you look very nerd. Not very you but different from the usual [Coming from my sister, means it is okay] My best friend: Erm…… Erm…… You look like Chen YuYun when she just started out. [I think she meant I look very obiang ] My own reaction: I think i look even more Filipino than before. haha. Especially with my tan. Sigh. Oh well. I shall not attempt to post any photos of me for now. Not until I am a little more comfortable with the new hair. Hurr. I still do not know what prompted me to cut it short. A new handful of hogwash - I think I am beginning to emo a bit already. It seems like recently, apart from the wonderful trip to Cambodia, everything is like rubbish and hogwash. No job, no money, no honey, no Sweden, no conference, no nothing, no grad trip, no mood, no initiative, no everything. See, emo right? Seriously. Song of the moment - Jeff Chang’s songs always have an impact on me. And this song is kind of stuck with me these few days. 多想 我觉得人的心不只一面 任何事都不是绝对 曾因失去他感到痛苦心伤 无爱一身轻隐隐约约淡淡的酸 偶而会想他此刻过得怎样 但这只是随便想想 眼前还有好多事让自己忙 常常忘了身在何方 扑面风一阵 气氛不一样 发现季节已经更换 午夜梦回时莫名的彷徨 暗自怀念幸福模样 多想再为某人 忙碌和分享 又怕空忙一场 情歌满街 淹没人心房 我却没有一个倾吐对象 多想再为某人 欢喜和忧伤 却怕旧创又患 爱情 这东西 拥有了好麻烦 少了又拼命想 fabulously khmer-ed It’s almost one week since I am back from Cambodia. Man, I do miss that place, very very much. I am a city girl through and through. Fifteen days in rural Cambodia has definitely toughen me a little bit. No electricity? No running water from a tap? No problem! Unfortunately, I fell sick during the last leg of the trip - of which I am very thankful for my fellow team mates. Thank you for fussing over me, for monitoring my temperature so very often, for dipping towels in ice water, for forcing me to eat and for all the TLC. I felt very very loved. And the kids. I think they made the trip even more meaningful and satisfying. They may not be living a sheltered life like most of us are in Singapore, but I really believe that they are better off than us in many ways. Through their eyes, you can see the innocence of a child and at the same time, the realities of life. It is amazing how they take pleasure from simple things in life. Sometimes we really have to be contented with life. (incoherent thoughts) I had wanted to get a lot of the kids to sign in my journal but my falling sick prevented me from executing it fully. I only managed to get a few. Some pages from my journal. I was trying very hard to keep to writing everyday but to no avail. Haha. Haven’t got the chance to really sit down and do up photo collages! If you’re interested, here’s the link to some of the photos. Sompiah! and a whole lot of random thoughts After a few months of preparation, I am finally leaving for Cambodia this Sunday! You can be sure that I will post super a lot of photos when I come back. It is time for another episode of………. Hits and misses. Top of the list for keywords - people searching for a Elaine from SCI. Scary. But fortunately, I think there are be more than one Elaine in the school. I hope so too. And further down the list there is a “emotional labour in Singapore”. What is that all about? hahah. Top of the list this month for referrals - also looking for “eelainee”. Weird. There is no privacy in the world of the WWW.  People google each other. So weird but so true. My sister ask why I blog about such things, I say it is just for fun and to fill up space. Honestly, I think it is because I am too lazy to write about anything else. Especially so when I am feeling a little sad and depressed now. Everything seems to be going downhill for me and I hope that things would pick up soon. The varieties of the balloonhat experience Who would have thought balloon twisting could evoke such immense happiness? Source http://www.balloonhat.com/ In 1996, Addi Somekh and Charlie Eckert began traveling to different places in the world to make balloon hats for people and take photos of them. The goal was to show people all over the world laughing and having fun, and to emphasize the fact that all human beings are born with the ability to experience joy. (read more…) I like such projects! time of the month.. again Many VRTs again. Time of the month again to emo. Fond memories were revisited after stumbling upon a long forgotten movie soundtrack on youtube. You know how you can just listen to the same song ten thousand times, even if the song evokes negative emotions. Like how 张震岳 puts it very aptly in 就让这首歌 - which was on my replay for a while too, because I was trying to learn the rap. Hurr.  有没有那么一首歌会让你很想念 有没有那么一首歌你会假装听不见 听了又掉眼泪却按不下停止键 This is how this song makes me feel. Don’t get me started on the movie. I always have a liking for weepy movies. 20th time on the replay. *** Recently, I have been thinking that I have been quite sheltered my entire life. I have the sudden urge to get myself out of Singapore and try to make a living on my own. It is like I need to rough it out to find out who exactly I am and what exactly I want to do. But another part of me is telling me to stay put and be with my family. Confused. But I am quite sure it would happen in the near future. Or at least I will make it happen. *** Some say that when you grow older, you become wiser. Actually I think when you grow older, you become more nonchalant, detached and indifferent about everything. Unless of course when women hit menopause, where everything becomes irritating and annoying. Gosh. *** (Love) Song of the moment Once again, another song is stuck in my head. Especially so after watching Made of Honour. And about the show, it is very predictable of your usual romantic comedy but I just like watching such movies, regardless how terrible some of the critics were. And yes, I cried. Oh well. But the thing is, how can you love someone and not know it - for 10 years!? But this is such a recurring theme in soap operas, Channel8 TV series, Korean movies etc etc. I like them anyway. Love Song - Sara Bareilles (click here for youtube video) Edit: she wrote this song for her record label cause they wanted her to write a love song for her album and she didn’t want to. But it wound up being an amazing song anyway! And now the music video makes sense too. hurr. Head under water And they tell me to breathe easy for a while Breathing gets harder, even I know that Made room for me, it’s too soon to see If I’m happy in your hands I’m unusually hard to hold on to Blank stares at blank pages No easy way to say this You mean well, but you make this hard on me I’m not gonna write you a love song ‘Cause you asked for it ‘Cause you need one, you see I’m not gonna write you a love song ‘Cause you tell me it’s Make or break in this If you’re on your way I’m not gonna write you to stay If all you have is leaving I’m gonna need a better Reason to write you a love song today I learned the hard way That they all say things you want to hear My heavy heart sinks deep down under And you and your twisted words, Your help just hurts You are not what I thought you were Hello to high and dry Convinced me to please you Made me think that I need this too I’m trying to let you hear me as I am Promise me that you’ll leave the light on To help me see with daylight, my guide, gone ‘Cause I believe there’s a way you can love me Because I say I won’t write you a love song ‘Cause you asked for it ‘Cause you need one, you see I’m not gonna write you a love song ‘Cause you tell me it’s make or break in this Is that why you wanted a love song ‘Cause you asked for it ‘Cause you need one, you see I’m not gonna write you a love song ‘Cause you tell me it’s make or break in this If you’re on your way I’m not gonna write you to stay If your heart is nowhere in it I don’t want it for a minute Babe, I’ll walk the seven seas When I believe that there’s a reason to Write you a love song today jabs and injections Prior to setting off for my Cambodia expedition, I went for a medical examination yesterday. And, we had to take 2 jabs. The last time I took so many injections at the same time was when I had food poisoning. 3  into my booty. Dun ask why the butt. But I think it travels to the stomach and intestines faster? Anyway. The point is, this time round the injections went into my left and right arm. Jab A hurts while being injected while Jab B will only haunt me (according to the doctor) in the next 1 to 2 days. So being right handed, Jab A naturally went to the right hand and Jab B to the left. But I think the doctor jab the wrong jab into my right arm and the right jab into my left arm. (sounds like a nursery rhyme) My right arm is aching like crazy. Left hand feels… normal. I cannot raise up my right arm without whining. But then again, I am a whiny person. My best friend would say - YOU WEAK AH! Dare for more - in red, white and blue Advertising has been one of my favourite subject in school. I love collecting and watching TV commercials and surfing the web looking for unique ads from all over the world. And I found this on my favourite blog site that features ads and commercials. See if you can figure it out. I think that is pretty clever. Using the familiar logo-colour composition of Pepsi and transform it into an entire ad.  And creating the idea of ‘dare for more’, especially in extreme sports, which I presume people would want to test their limit. All very apt. I guess the key message is like - Pepsi is like an extreme sport - it may resemble your daily activity but there is always an additional thrill or risk involved. Okay, maybe just thrill, not risk. So if you want that thrill, drink Pepsi. Not anything else. Are you smarter than your right foot? Are you feeling bored? Looking for something interesting to do? Try this! From an orthopedic surgeon……. WITHOUT anyone watching you (They will think you are GOOFY) and while sitting down, lift right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles. Now…… while doing this, draw the number ‘6′ in the air with your right hand. Did you realise what happened? Your foot changed direction. Try again. See if you can outsmart your mind. You and I both know how stupid it is, but before the day is done, you are going to try it again, if you’ve not already done so. This will boggle your mind and you will keep trying over and over again to see if you can outsmart your right foot, but, you can’t. It’s preprogrammed in your brain! The mysteries of the human brain! My love/hate relationship with arabic numerals, algebra and fractions I was never good in mathematics. It was my Worst Subject In School (WSIS). It is so significant that I have to give it an acronym. In fact, I started failing maths when I was in Primary 4. I hated math and I know that I will never be able to be a mathematical genius. In fact I dread maths lessons and homework and mental sums and problem sums and everything and anything to do with it. But as products of the local educational system, we know that if you ever fail maths in the major exams, you are screwed. So I had no choice but try harder, with a lot of pushing from my teachers. Thankfully I passed with a C at PSLE and manage to scrap a B3 in ‘O’ levels. My major in Poly and Uni has nothing much to do with maths. Econs and accounts modules are not like the WSIS. But, I must say. There is a certain beauty in my WSIS. Like this. 1 x 8 + 1 = 9 12 x 8 + 2 = 98 123 x 8 + 3 = 987 1234 x 8 + 4 = 9876 12345 x 8 + 5 = 98765 123456 x 8 + 6 = 987654 1234567 x 8 + 7 = 9876543 12345678 x 8 + 8 = 98765432 123456789 x 8 + 9 = 987654321 And even this….. 1 x 9 + 2 = 11 12 x 9 + 3 = 111 123 x 9 + 4 = 1111 1234 x 9 + 5 = 11111 12345 x 9 + 6 = 111111 123456 x 9 + 7 = 1111111 1234567 x 9 + 8 = 11111111 12345678 x 9 + 9 = 111111111 123456789 x 9 +10= 1111111111 How about this too? 9 x 9 + 7 = 88 98 x 9 + 6 = 888 987 x 9 + 5 = 8888 9876 x 9 + 4 = 88888 98765 x 9 + 3 = 888888 987654 x 9 + 2 = 8888888 9876543 x 9 + 1 = 88888888 98765432 x 9 + 0 = 888888888 Looks like pure logic. But why did I fail?! Okay. I am getting dizzy with all these numbers. And I think you get my point. Goodbye (officially) NTU! I am done with school. Results are out. Goodbye lectures, tutorials, projects and endless meetings at the benches. Hello to 9 to 5, monthly income and getting on with life. Erm. First. Must get a job. America’s first African American president? I usually don’t take an interest in politics, not even that in my home country. But this year, the democratic nomination race in the US has made me a little intrigue and interested in it. So much so that my group wanted to do a term paper on how the candidates use new media such as online social networking sites to their advantage. Source: Facebook and Friendster Hmm… I think I spotted my school mate in the supporters list of Obama’s facebook profile. haha. Guess who won the nomination? Source: https://donate.barackobama.com/page/contribute/postmtsdsplash People usually talk about the day when a female or a minority would become the president of a country. Never have people thought that they could have it all - in one election. Interestingly, this happened in the ‘free world’ of the universe. Maybe it is no surprise. In my PR class last semester, we were talking about how a leader should have finesse. And most of us in class agreed that Barack Obama indeed has finesse. Have you heard his speeches? They are indeed inspiring and somehow, you would want to continue to hear what he has to say. Sometimes, it is not what you are saying, but how you say it. I can’t comment on his policies as I am no expert. But all I can say is that anything is possible in this world - as long as you believe in it. “America, this is our moment. This is our time. Our time to turn the page on the policies of the past. Tonight, I can stand before you and say that I will be the Democratic nominee for president of the United States.” Barack Obama unglam queens and a cambodian village I am by nature, a kpo person. And yet again, I am interested to know what people google for online and end up visiting my blog. And this is what I got. What are unglam queens? Hmm, let’s just say that they are girls who are always caught in some weird pose in photographs or somehow always end up in some weird situations and thus attracting unnecessary attention. Which describes me very well, I guess. Bumping my head on a glass panel (which I didn’t know was there) in the full view of a huge dinner crowd - Checked. Unglam poses in photos? - Just ask my friends. And so i decided to just google ‘unglam queen’ myself and see what I can get. And I tell you, it is really really really nothing to be glamorous or proud about because…. Someone better prepare an award. I hope people don’t realise it is the same person. I am hoping. And I have to bring up this image I created years ago because it is all very apt. Aye aye aye! *** On another note, please let me appeal to your charitable nature and help a poor Cambodian village have access to clean water. I will be going to a village in Phnom Penh at the Kean Svay area to help the village school to have access to clean water. Kean Svay is one of the poorest villages in the Phnom Penh area. Please help us help them by donating generously! We are raising funds through the sale of water bottles at $10 each. But of course, any other amount of donations are also welcome. If you are interested, please email me at . Friends, please do give me a call! Your help is greatly appreciated! Phobia of phobias My sister inspired me to write this entry about phobias. We were trying to open a bottle of sparkling wine last night and my sister, decided to be the brave one to pop the cork. Please bear in mind that we were so scared that the cork would ‘fly’ around or spill all over the place that we had to open the bottle near the toilet. Yes, seriously. Together, we are a dramatic duo. The bottle of wine that caused all the panic So my sister managed to open the bottle without any serious damage to anything, but she was on the verge of hyperventilating. And that was when she realised and decided that she has a fear of loud noises, especially thunder. She found this website that lists all sorts of phobias. I didn’t know there were so many. More amazingly, how did they come up with all these names?! Ligyrophobia- Fear of loud noises Astrapophobia- Fear of thunder and lightning. Well, we are all not perfect. And some say that you have to come face to face with your fear to conquer your fear. But I doubt I can ever ‘not fear my fear’. I have Ornithophobia. Fear of birds, and specifically for me, big , black, fat crows. Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! I fear them in many ways. Even that picture send chills down my spine. Why did I even post it!? When a crow flies above my head, I will scream and duck. Even though it may be obvious that the crow will not bump into me. If a crow lands on my path/in my way, I will find an alternate path or retreat and more often, froze. If a crow lands suddenly in front of me or near me, I will, again, froze on the spot. I will wait until it flies away, or wait for a passerby to walk by and ’scare’ that crow away. In short, any kind of ‘interaction’ with them would scare me to a T. All the above would be exaggerated 10,000 times if it is a bunch of those things. This phobia of crows only started in Secondary school. One fine morning, my best friend and I were accompanying her younger sister to get her PSLE results. We were eating breakfast as we walked to the school. Out of nowhere, this crow came and claw (!) my best friend’s head. I think that crow like glutinous rice with chicken. (Thankfully, she was not hurt.) The problem is - She was in front of me and unfortunately, I had front row seats to the incident. The funny thing is - My friend should have been the one that have Ornithophobia. But the incident affected me instead. I will totally freak out when I see crows. Seriously. But no fear! Help is here! Or so said this website… Only US$12.95 per download - with discounts for multiple purchases! I can actually purchase an mp3 file that will help me deal with my phobia of birds. Comfortably. Hurr. It comes with money back guarantee too! I am not really sure. I doubt anything can help me deal with my fear/hate relationship with crows. I need a superhero, I need a Crowominator! Zaps crows into dust in a jiffy. That would be the day. pata pata pata pon! My sister received a PSP as her 21st birthday gift recently. And I think I am addicted. I am always looking for opportunities to get my hands on that little machine. For example, Early in the morning - when my sister is still asleep When she is at her computer blogging or facebooking When she is watching TV When she is bathing/in the toilet When she is just bored of playing So on and so fro. And what are the games that are keeping me awake each night? 1. Patapon The game where I am the deity! Wahahaha. Helps me fulfill the part of me that wants to rule the world. With an army that looks like a bunch of eyeballs, I, the Almighty Elai, will lead my troops to the highest mountains and the deepest sea to execute the most impossible missions. The best thing about this game is just I can command my army by beating different rhythm combos. Easy-peasy for a light gamer like me. Pata-pata-pata-pon! I am only at Stage 3. And my patapons keeps getting burned to death in that stage. Lousy huh. 2. Loco Roco I realise I like games whose characters are round in shape. And surprise, surprise, both Patapon and Loco are developed by the same studio. Man, I am that predictable. This game reminds of Flubber, that movie about some green jelly. I go around collecting my LocoRoco and look for my ‘designer’ friend Mui Mui and try to escape from those irritating spiders that will eat my LocoRoco. The soundtrack for this game is fantastic as well, just like the games on Orisinal.com. I am faring much better in this game. At least in my limited capacity as a amateur psp player. Hands itching to play now!!!! Sis is out though. I think there’s an online version of Patapon. Wahahaha! Pon-pon-pata-pon! Faces on your dollar notes! Isn’t this amazing? I wonder if you can do the same for our dollar notes. And so i decided to try folding something with my US$1 following the guide on this website.  And….. ta-da…. That was the best I could manage. The rest of the items were not easy to follow. hurr. Oh one more thing. Look what i found on my cough syrup bottle. Shucks. Goodbye world. 39.3 degrees of suffering I am sick. Really sick. I have not been so sick before. Fever - 39.3 degrees Cough - very chesty coughs, my left lung hurts Sore throat - as if i have swallowed a cactus Runny nose - like a tap And I puke all my medicine out just now. I think I didn’t eat enough and the anti-biotic is too strong for me to stomach. And, no, I am not in Malacca where I was supposed to be. Right here at home nursing my poor being. I hate eating medicine. And I better get some sleep soon. Sick sick sick. *** Anyway. take a look at this. This was taken from one of Nuffnang’s function which tracks hits to my blog via search engines. 1. Looks like some is regretting going into NTU communication studies. I didn’t and I do not think that person should. 2. I am not alone in the feces thing. If you have no idea what I am talking about, read this. Going to go hunt down the zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz monster.