| You Are a Mermaid |
 You are a total daydreamer, and people tend to think you're flakier than you actually are. While your head is often in the clouds, you'll always come back to earth to help someone in need. Beyond being a caring person, you are also very intelligent and rational. You understand the connections of the universe better than almost anyone else. |
Friday, February 23, 2007
What Mythological creature are you?
Taken from a friend, try this!
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Remembering Grandma
My grandma came to stay with us during the CNY period, as per the previous years. She was sent to a nursing home a few years back due to a stroke as my uncles thought that it would be better for her to remain under the care of nurses rather than getting a maid. We would visit her over the weekends and bring along her favourite chicken rice for her to indulge once a while. This CNY, it was a total different experience as it was the first time, my parents and I were spending CNY with my grandma by staying at her house.
I had very vivid images of my grandma since young. My first memories of my grandma was when I first tasted her pot of mouth-watering chicken curry and that has got me drooling and my eyes lighted up everytime grandma declared, 'Come to my house for chicken curry tonight'. It was one of those special delights which I craved for as a kid. Due to her old age and failing eyesight, my grandma has retired from her 'chicken curry cooking' session and I still missed it until this day.
At that time, my grandma's house was a 3 room flat in Kim Keat. I remember the paint peeling from her wall in the kitchen. I remember her house smelled like her with all the medical plaster and ointment. I remember she never had an unkind thing to say in front of the grandkids. I remember stories of my mother and grandmother picking the hair from the birdnest when my mother was young.
For the past 4 days, grandma stayed with us and we took care of her like she used to take care of us when we were kids. She has difficulties in walking and has to rely on a crutch to move around. Even though, she was just happy to be able to spend the CNY with her children and grandchildren, watching TV and just enjoying each and every moment with all of us. I am sure we too felt the same with her presence.
Today, we sent grandma back to the nursing home. As I held her arm and led her to the crutches, she thanked me and told me that if I am busy, I need not visit her that often. A sudden surge of emotion overwhelmed me. I felt sad that she has to go back to the nursing home and guilty that I have not spent much time visiting her as often as I should. To my grandma, she could not have asked for more than to spend her remaining time with her children and grandchildren. (she is 74 years old this year)
As I held her soft hands and led her to the car, I told her to take care of herself and she nodded. As I see her back fading away, I felt so sad. Just thinking about what she said to me earlier makes me teary eyed. I can still feel her soft hands, I can hear her laughter.
If someone were to ask me what was the best CNY I ever had, besides receiving ang baos and indulging in the goodies, the answer is actually very sinple: spending time with my grandma during the CNY was something special and more than I can ask for. Thanks grandma!
I had very vivid images of my grandma since young. My first memories of my grandma was when I first tasted her pot of mouth-watering chicken curry and that has got me drooling and my eyes lighted up everytime grandma declared, 'Come to my house for chicken curry tonight'. It was one of those special delights which I craved for as a kid. Due to her old age and failing eyesight, my grandma has retired from her 'chicken curry cooking' session and I still missed it until this day.
At that time, my grandma's house was a 3 room flat in Kim Keat. I remember the paint peeling from her wall in the kitchen. I remember her house smelled like her with all the medical plaster and ointment. I remember she never had an unkind thing to say in front of the grandkids. I remember stories of my mother and grandmother picking the hair from the birdnest when my mother was young.
For the past 4 days, grandma stayed with us and we took care of her like she used to take care of us when we were kids. She has difficulties in walking and has to rely on a crutch to move around. Even though, she was just happy to be able to spend the CNY with her children and grandchildren, watching TV and just enjoying each and every moment with all of us. I am sure we too felt the same with her presence.
Today, we sent grandma back to the nursing home. As I held her arm and led her to the crutches, she thanked me and told me that if I am busy, I need not visit her that often. A sudden surge of emotion overwhelmed me. I felt sad that she has to go back to the nursing home and guilty that I have not spent much time visiting her as often as I should. To my grandma, she could not have asked for more than to spend her remaining time with her children and grandchildren. (she is 74 years old this year)
As I held her soft hands and led her to the car, I told her to take care of herself and she nodded. As I see her back fading away, I felt so sad. Just thinking about what she said to me earlier makes me teary eyed. I can still feel her soft hands, I can hear her laughter.
If someone were to ask me what was the best CNY I ever had, besides receiving ang baos and indulging in the goodies, the answer is actually very sinple: spending time with my grandma during the CNY was something special and more than I can ask for. Thanks grandma!
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Que Sera Sera
When I was very young (i think around the age of 8), my mum taught me this song and since then, it has been deeply ingrained in my mind. The tune is catchy and when I sing the song, I always changed it to my own name to make it more realistic. (haha...thinking about that now makes me laugh). Looking back at how far I have come and what the future beholds, I sometimes sing the song to myself before I go to bed. This song will always be a song between my mum and me.
Que Sera Sera
When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich
Here's what she said to me.
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.
When I was young, I fell in love
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead
Will we have rainbows, day after day
Here's what my sweetheart said.
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.
Now I have children of my own
They ask their mother, what will I be
Will I be handsome, will I be rich
I tell them tenderly.
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.
Que Sera Sera
When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich
Here's what she said to me.
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.
When I was young, I fell in love
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead
Will we have rainbows, day after day
Here's what my sweetheart said.
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.
Now I have children of my own
They ask their mother, what will I be
Will I be handsome, will I be rich
I tell them tenderly.
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.
Fear Factor - Are you Game for it?
I love watching Fear Factor. I love the show. I watch it whenever I can and I think the contestants must be either money crazy or just simply nuts to be willing to do such stunts! Nevertheless, this is a nerve racking, sick and digusting show which I just love it!
"Imagine a world where your greatest fears become reality. In each pulse-racing "Fear Factor" episode, contestants recruited across the country battle in extreme stunts. These stunts are designed to challenge the contestants both physically and mentally. If a player is too afraid to complete or fails a stunt, the player is eliminated. If they succeed, they are one step closer to the grand prize: $50,000."
And searching, I found a series of Fear Factor special editions which looks er hem, very interesting. And adding to that series of Fear Factor editions, perhaps we could throw in the 'Office Colleagues Fear Factor!' Anyone game for it?
"Imagine a world where your greatest fears become reality. In each pulse-racing "Fear Factor" episode, contestants recruited across the country battle in extreme stunts. These stunts are designed to challenge the contestants both physically and mentally. If a player is too afraid to complete or fails a stunt, the player is eliminated. If they succeed, they are one step closer to the grand prize: $50,000."
And searching, I found a series of Fear Factor special editions which looks er hem, very interesting. And adding to that series of Fear Factor editions, perhaps we could throw in the 'Office Colleagues Fear Factor!' Anyone game for it?
The story about the Pesky Squirrels
A good laugh from a friend.
There were five houses of worship in a small TEXAS town: The Presbyterian Church , the Baptist Church , the MethodistChurch, the Catholic Church and the Jewish Synagogue.
Each church was overrun with pesky squirrels. One day, the Presbyterian Church called a meeting to decide what to do about the squirrels. After much prayer and consideration they determined that the squirrels were predestined to be there and they shouldn't interfere with God's divine will.. They left them be.
In The Baptist church the squirrels had taken up habitation in the baptistery. The deacons met and decided to put a cover on the baptistery and soak the squirrels in it by way of baptising them. The squirrels escaped somehow and there were twice as many there the next week.
The Methodist Church got together and decided that they were not in a position to harm any of God's creation. So, they humanely trapped the Squirrels and set them free a few miles outside of town. Three days later, the squirrels were back.
But The Catholic church came up with a most effective solution. They baptized the squirrels and registered them as members of the church. Now they only see them on Christmas and Easter.
Not much was heard about the Jewish Synagogue, but they took one squirrel and had a short service with him called 'circumcision' and they haven't seen a squirrel on the property since.
There were five houses of worship in a small TEXAS town: The Presbyterian Church , the Baptist Church , the MethodistChurch, the Catholic Church and the Jewish Synagogue.
Each church was overrun with pesky squirrels. One day, the Presbyterian Church called a meeting to decide what to do about the squirrels. After much prayer and consideration they determined that the squirrels were predestined to be there and they shouldn't interfere with God's divine will.. They left them be.
In The Baptist church the squirrels had taken up habitation in the baptistery. The deacons met and decided to put a cover on the baptistery and soak the squirrels in it by way of baptising them. The squirrels escaped somehow and there were twice as many there the next week.
The Methodist Church got together and decided that they were not in a position to harm any of God's creation. So, they humanely trapped the Squirrels and set them free a few miles outside of town. Three days later, the squirrels were back.
But The Catholic church came up with a most effective solution. They baptized the squirrels and registered them as members of the church. Now they only see them on Christmas and Easter.
Not much was heard about the Jewish Synagogue, but they took one squirrel and had a short service with him called 'circumcision' and they haven't seen a squirrel on the property since.
Friday, February 09, 2007
The LOVE Month
Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet and so are you. Sounds familar, sounds mushy? Yeah, all of us (at least once in a lifetime in our romance-eager teenage years) will receive the V-card with such wordings in it and I am pretty sure some of us are still receiving it up to today (of cause minus the mushy wordings).
Red roses, dark chocolate, stuffed animals, mushy cards, heart and cupid cutouts... Don't look now, but it's going to be that red-letter day again soon! Here comes Valentine's, that time of year that sends some to Cloud 9 and banishes others to depression. Whichever category you belong to, do not fret cos the LOVE month is for everyone.
Everyone knows that February is the month of love due to Valentines Day, but it is also the month of LOVE (Say it with me: The Month of Luuuv) as Microsoft Worldwide launches the Windows Vista and Office 2007 with a whopping blast! We think you’ll like it. We’re hoping you’ll love it!
So, celebrate the LOVE month not just with your love ones, but also with Microsoft!
The "WOW" Starts Now!
"The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost." (G. K. Chesterton)
Red roses, dark chocolate, stuffed animals, mushy cards, heart and cupid cutouts... Don't look now, but it's going to be that red-letter day again soon! Here comes Valentine's, that time of year that sends some to Cloud 9 and banishes others to depression. Whichever category you belong to, do not fret cos the LOVE month is for everyone.
Everyone knows that February is the month of love due to Valentines Day, but it is also the month of LOVE (Say it with me: The Month of Luuuv) as Microsoft Worldwide launches the Windows Vista and Office 2007 with a whopping blast! We think you’ll like it. We’re hoping you’ll love it!
So, celebrate the LOVE month not just with your love ones, but also with Microsoft!
The "WOW" Starts Now!
"The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost." (G. K. Chesterton)
Friday, February 02, 2007
Fort Minor Lyrics
This is still one of the top music hits on my list now. The lyrics are very meaningful. I just love Holly Brooks!
FORT MINOR LYRICS
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
She said "Some days I feel like shit,
Some days I wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit,"
I don't understand why you have to always be gone,
I get along but the trips always feel so long,
And, I find myself trying to stay by the phone,
'Cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone,
But I feel like an idiot, workin' my day around the call,
But when I pick up I don't have much to say,
So, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,
That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',
Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,
Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone,
Please come back home...
You know the place where you used to live,
Used to barbecue up burgers and ribs,
Used to have a little party every Halloween with candy by the pile,
But now, you only stop by every once and a while,
Shit, I find myself just fillin' my time,
With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind,
I'm doin' fine, I plan to keep it that way,
You can call me if you find that you have something to say,
And I'll tell you, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,
That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',
Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,
Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone,
Please come back home...
I want you to know it's a little fucked up,
That I'm stuck here waitin', no longer debatin',
Tired of sittin' and hatin' and makin' these excuses,
For why you're not around, and feeling so useless,
It seems one thing has been true all along,
You don't really know what you've got 'til it's gone,
I guess I've had it with you and your career,
When you come back I won't be here and you can sing it...
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone,
Please come back home...
Please come back home...
Please come back home...
Please come back home...
Please come back home...
FORT MINOR LYRICS
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
She said "Some days I feel like shit,
Some days I wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit,"
I don't understand why you have to always be gone,
I get along but the trips always feel so long,
And, I find myself trying to stay by the phone,
'Cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone,
But I feel like an idiot, workin' my day around the call,
But when I pick up I don't have much to say,
So, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,
That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',
Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,
Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone,
Please come back home...
You know the place where you used to live,
Used to barbecue up burgers and ribs,
Used to have a little party every Halloween with candy by the pile,
But now, you only stop by every once and a while,
Shit, I find myself just fillin' my time,
With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind,
I'm doin' fine, I plan to keep it that way,
You can call me if you find that you have something to say,
And I'll tell you, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,
That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',
Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,
Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone,
Please come back home...
I want you to know it's a little fucked up,
That I'm stuck here waitin', no longer debatin',
Tired of sittin' and hatin' and makin' these excuses,
For why you're not around, and feeling so useless,
It seems one thing has been true all along,
You don't really know what you've got 'til it's gone,
I guess I've had it with you and your career,
When you come back I won't be here and you can sing it...
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone,
Please come back home...
Please come back home...
Please come back home...
Please come back home...
Please come back home...
A day without Coffee?
I was craving for a cup of coffee to perk myself up this morning and I asked myself what will happen if one day, coffee was to vanish from the earth?
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Excuse me, can you park?
I must admit that when it comes to parallel parking, I suck at it. When it comes to parking, I would never choose to do parallel parking if I have a choice. And if worst come to worst, I will have to ensure that there are at least 2 empty spaces (one in front and another behind) before i will do parallel parking.
So, do you think you can do Parallel Parking? Check this 'How's My Parking' first before you make your conclusion.
So, do you think you can do Parallel Parking? Check this 'How's My Parking' first before you make your conclusion.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Of Paintball and Muscle Aches
A pit of team work, strategy and intelligence as we caught some of the Singapore MVPs in action and perspiration at the Crossfire Paintball! Yes, the folks came and they "shoot" their hearts out. Divided into 2 teams, the Green team and the Black team (Although I harbour the thought of choosing a more stylo name for the team, something like 'Titan' and not just names like black or green...ah heck).
It was indeed a well fought 'battle' as the 2 teams pitted against one another in 3 rounds of the game. Alas, it was a draw after the scores were tallied. Based on my analysis, the Black team emphasis was more on strategy (2 defenders, 3 attackers and up we move)whereas for the Green team, it seems that their objective was "Attack! Die Black team, die!" (hahaha). Well, regardless of whatever kind of strategy or mentality was adopted for each team, I am pretty sure all of us had fun. (Poor Dennis who was looking high and low for me to shoot...but neh, better chance next time hah).
Despite the muscle aches and bruises aftermath, I must say it was indeed a great work-out and a good way to chill out for our 'IT-savvy MVPs'. Game for more??
Friday, January 19, 2007
Disco Dance Fever
I was having a discussion with my friend last night and we came to an agreed consensus that nowadays, the songs that are being played by the DJs in pubs totally cannot make it. When we said 'cannot make it', it literally means that one finds it hard to dance to the tune of it. I have a good compliation of the 70s - 80s dance fever music and I would strongly recommend it to any of the DJs for them to spin it.
Some good 70s/80s dance hits which we have listed on the top of our chart
- ABBA's "Dancing Queen"
- ABBA " Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight)"
- Billy Joel's "We Didn't Start The Fire"
- Don McLean's "American Pie"
- Kylie Minogue ''The Locomotion"
- A-ha "Take on Me"
- Bananarama "Love in the First Degree"
- Billy Joel "UpTown Girl"
- Culture Club "Karma Chameleon"
- DeBarge "Rhythm of the Night"
I must say the 70's/80's was a fantastic era for dance though... and I can still remember some of the steps to this day ! On that note, it's good to have a Retro-theme party once a while and everybody can just dance to the rhythm of the night....yeah
Thursday, January 18, 2007
In honor of Sor
I happened to meet up with a friend today after 3 years of losing contact with each other. We had lost each other's mobile and although I have tried asking around for her contact a few years back, it seems nobody has any idea. Eventually I gave up looking and searching. Today was different. She was just coming out from her manicure appointment (erhem, who is having a good life now?) and we happened to bump into each other. (I find her very familar looking and she stopped to look at me..and yes, as we all know, the rest is history). So, we happily sat down for a cuppa and boy did we chat like we have never chatted before. (it felt like the good old days again hah, or am I getting old? hehe).
I have always wondered about what makes a good friend for most of my life I guess. In my working experiences since I entered the work force at age 21, I have seen supposedly good friends come and go. Friends who have clubbed with me since my University days (the so called 'clubbing kakis'), friends who have shared my fair share of happiness and sorrow, friends who made it a point to rush down in the wee hours when you needed them....where are you, my dear friends? I have deceived myself into thinking some people were better friends than they really were. And when I've recognized that they were not what I thought, I was extremely disappointed.
Now what defines a good friend? This really depends on the individual. But for myself, it would have to mean someone whom you can share your ups and downs, dislikes and likes, and changes as we move on in this battle of life. And when we do this sharing, regardless of how wrong or stupid that we might be, our friend still cares for us.
So for this entry today, I honor this friend of mine - Sor (that's her surname). I am glad we have found each other after 3 years and yes, let's cherish this friendship.
I have always wondered about what makes a good friend for most of my life I guess. In my working experiences since I entered the work force at age 21, I have seen supposedly good friends come and go. Friends who have clubbed with me since my University days (the so called 'clubbing kakis'), friends who have shared my fair share of happiness and sorrow, friends who made it a point to rush down in the wee hours when you needed them....where are you, my dear friends? I have deceived myself into thinking some people were better friends than they really were. And when I've recognized that they were not what I thought, I was extremely disappointed.
Now what defines a good friend? This really depends on the individual. But for myself, it would have to mean someone whom you can share your ups and downs, dislikes and likes, and changes as we move on in this battle of life. And when we do this sharing, regardless of how wrong or stupid that we might be, our friend still cares for us.
So for this entry today, I honor this friend of mine - Sor (that's her surname). I am glad we have found each other after 3 years and yes, let's cherish this friendship.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
I've been Tagged!
All right, I've been tagged by Mei Ying and this means I've got to share 5 personal details with you folks that you do not know about. Hmm....it means revealing the little bits of me in the blog. Well, I guess everything has it's first time. Take a breathe and here it goes.
1. The most pathetic day of my life was the day I lost my luggage in Amsterdam. I was on a 1 month vacation with my friends in Europe back in 1999. On the second last day of my last leg in Amsterdam, my luggage was stolen from the hotel. I was left with only my passport, camera and some money which was in the haversack bag which I was carrying with me. All my personal items and gifts which I have bought throughout the 1 month tour in Europe was all gone. Imagine I had to borrow clothes from my friends on my return journey to Singapore and the sorry state I was in. Nevertheless, the claim made from my insurance company could not compensate the terrible feeling I had gone through in Amsterdam.
2. I was born with yellow looking skin. Yikes! Accordingly to my mum, when I was born, I was yellow-looking (a condition refer to as jaundice) and the nurse told my mum that she has to put me under the sun for an hour every day. I guess that's why I embraced the sun so much when I grew up. Nowadays, jaundice is a very common condition in newborns.
3. I don''t read musical notes. Only a few of my friends who knows me personally knows that I can play the piano/keyboard without reading notes. (but only with one hand). In other words, I just need to listen to any music, sit down and I am able to play the melody to the songs which I have just heard. Since I started learning to play by ear at the age of 8, my fingers just seem to anticipate where the next note is going to be, even if my eyes haven't quite caught up. My parents sent me for piano lessons when they saw my ability in this. However, I couldn't stand sitting still for that 1hour lesson and was always fidgeting. In the end, I had to call it a day with my piano teacher. You don't have to become an expert at playing by ear, but if you practice until you can do it a little bit, it will greatly improve your sight reading capabilities!
4. I have a fetish for ironing, and abhor wearing anything unless it is ironed.
5. My fondest memories were the days back in my junior college. I can truly say I spent some of the best years of my life. Speaking English all the time during the Chinese classes, "sculling" Judy Loh's PE classes, getting excited whenever the next door secret crush walks by.......the memories are endless. To me, it's a great institution that has produced some great students.
And now, it's my turn to tag someone! I am going for my one and only dearest kuzzin, triathelete Andy Tay, the famous softwaremaker, my junior Cherrie and my all-time good friend since secondary school days Jessica.
1. The most pathetic day of my life was the day I lost my luggage in Amsterdam. I was on a 1 month vacation with my friends in Europe back in 1999. On the second last day of my last leg in Amsterdam, my luggage was stolen from the hotel. I was left with only my passport, camera and some money which was in the haversack bag which I was carrying with me. All my personal items and gifts which I have bought throughout the 1 month tour in Europe was all gone. Imagine I had to borrow clothes from my friends on my return journey to Singapore and the sorry state I was in. Nevertheless, the claim made from my insurance company could not compensate the terrible feeling I had gone through in Amsterdam.
2. I was born with yellow looking skin. Yikes! Accordingly to my mum, when I was born, I was yellow-looking (a condition refer to as jaundice) and the nurse told my mum that she has to put me under the sun for an hour every day. I guess that's why I embraced the sun so much when I grew up. Nowadays, jaundice is a very common condition in newborns.
3. I don''t read musical notes. Only a few of my friends who knows me personally knows that I can play the piano/keyboard without reading notes. (but only with one hand). In other words, I just need to listen to any music, sit down and I am able to play the melody to the songs which I have just heard. Since I started learning to play by ear at the age of 8, my fingers just seem to anticipate where the next note is going to be, even if my eyes haven't quite caught up. My parents sent me for piano lessons when they saw my ability in this. However, I couldn't stand sitting still for that 1hour lesson and was always fidgeting. In the end, I had to call it a day with my piano teacher. You don't have to become an expert at playing by ear, but if you practice until you can do it a little bit, it will greatly improve your sight reading capabilities!
4. I have a fetish for ironing, and abhor wearing anything unless it is ironed.
5. My fondest memories were the days back in my junior college. I can truly say I spent some of the best years of my life. Speaking English all the time during the Chinese classes, "sculling" Judy Loh's PE classes, getting excited whenever the next door secret crush walks by.......the memories are endless. To me, it's a great institution that has produced some great students.
And now, it's my turn to tag someone! I am going for my one and only dearest kuzzin, triathelete Andy Tay, the famous softwaremaker, my junior Cherrie and my all-time good friend since secondary school days Jessica.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
The Arena!
I was impressed by the variety show 'The Arena' - http://ch5.mediacorptv.com/shows/variety/view/1384/1/.html which was aired on TV on Jan 9. Yesterday's show was not just a battle of the wits between the so-called 'neighbourhood school' Vs the 'Special Assistance Plan (SAP) school', coincidentally it was also a battle of the sexes. What caught my eye was the motion, which I must said was an interesting one - 'Does having good looks equate to a better job, better life and better performance?'
What really got me engrossed was how the 2 teams cited many good examples of some celebrities in the entertainment industry who are getting more endorsements from companies due to their good looks rather than their skills. Celebrities such as David Beckham, Julia Roberts, Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt etc were being used as good debate examples in the 1 hour battle of wits and intelligence, not forgetting how animated and dramatic some of the debators were when putting their point forward.
David Beckham/Julia Roberts might be considered good looking to many of us out there, but to some, perharps the boy or girl next door is the apple of their eye. And let's just say having good looks and hardwork have to complement each other. It' just like beer and peanuts which are complements of one another, if one is missing, the equation will be flawed.
I have said this many times to many of my dear friends 'Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder'. Perharps, after some time, all the so-called good looking babes/hunks will look the same to you. That is when inner beauty plays the role in helping to differentiate between the 'devil' and the 'angel'. Something worth pondering?
What really got me engrossed was how the 2 teams cited many good examples of some celebrities in the entertainment industry who are getting more endorsements from companies due to their good looks rather than their skills. Celebrities such as David Beckham, Julia Roberts, Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt etc were being used as good debate examples in the 1 hour battle of wits and intelligence, not forgetting how animated and dramatic some of the debators were when putting their point forward.
David Beckham/Julia Roberts might be considered good looking to many of us out there, but to some, perharps the boy or girl next door is the apple of their eye. And let's just say having good looks and hardwork have to complement each other. It' just like beer and peanuts which are complements of one another, if one is missing, the equation will be flawed.
I have said this many times to many of my dear friends 'Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder'. Perharps, after some time, all the so-called good looking babes/hunks will look the same to you. That is when inner beauty plays the role in helping to differentiate between the 'devil' and the 'angel'. Something worth pondering?
Friday, January 05, 2007
I am busy? Are you?
How often have we heard someone saying 'I'm very busy today' when you ask them how's work etc? I MSN a friend of mine the other day and she was going 'Very busy today leh'. How do we define busy? Happily busy or is it miserable busy? Jerry Seinfield once quoted "I am so busy doing nothing... that the idea of doing anything - which as you know, always leads to something - cuts into the nothing and then forces me to have to drop everything.” Well, whatever that means. :) I would assume that when one says one is busy, it must be something that is keeping one so occupied that one can hardly take a break from whatever one's doing.
Well, I am not going to ask for your definition of busy as I am busy right now typing this entry. (hahaha)
Well, I am not going to ask for your definition of busy as I am busy right now typing this entry. (hahaha)
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
My resolution for the new year?
After giving it some thoughts, I have decided to list down some of the goals which I would think it's achievable for this year.
1. To munch more vegetables like a cow rather than gouge on that bowl of pig's organ soup
2. To listen more to the sounds of nature rather than my MP3 collection
3. To hit the wide open spaces in my neighbourhood park like a sack rather than confined myself within the running track
4. To see more of the world rather than the 29 inch goggle box at home.
And of course, wouldn't it just make sense to just continue to indulge in whatever things I like to do, eat and play.
1. To munch more vegetables like a cow rather than gouge on that bowl of pig's organ soup
2. To listen more to the sounds of nature rather than my MP3 collection
3. To hit the wide open spaces in my neighbourhood park like a sack rather than confined myself within the running track
4. To see more of the world rather than the 29 inch goggle box at home.
And of course, wouldn't it just make sense to just continue to indulge in whatever things I like to do, eat and play.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Dance Away......
I have always been interested in dancing since my younger days. I remembered the good old days when I was still schooling, the four of us (my I-wana-dance girlfriends) used to cheong Mambo nights at Zouk without fail. It would be followed by Mdm Wong/Da Jie at Mohammad Sultan road on Saturdays whereby we will dance to our hearts delight. We didn't seem quite get tired of all this partying, even till now. Although I have mellowed down for the past few years, however, with the spruce of some happening pubs for the past few years (eg. Thumper, MOS etc), it has gotten my feet itchy again.
Of lately, i have been catching the American show 'So you think you can dance' - http://www.fox.com/dance/showinfo/ (this is the search for America's next best undiscovered dancing talent) and I must said, the dancers were absolutely terrific! (and yes, my favourite contestant Benji is the winner!!!). It really makes me wonder what it takes to be a good professional dancer? Besides not having 2 left feet, I would think a good professional dancer got to be versatile in all genres of dance and that half the battle in becoming a professional dancer is also determination and motivation (I have the latter, but not the former though).
Well, I guess once a while, I just like to indulge in my own little dream - strutting my dance movements in front of the mirror. :)
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Employees Alert! - A new incentive plan.
Indeed a brillant incentive plan for all employees (at least on the humor side).
Well, a good plan would be to work for yourself (be your own boss lah). In that sense, whether you work or don't work, you won't risk getting fired by someone else. You just fired yourself.
Heard the news?
Bill Gates running for President? Check out this discussion forum - http://www.billgatesforpresident.net/
The part I liked most is the 4 reasons stated by the author why Bill Gates would make a good President - http://www.billgatesforpresident.net/why-bill/
It would be really interesting if Bill Gates were to be the next US President. Just how true is this? If you want to find out more, you can join in the discussion forum to share your thoughts on this.
The part I liked most is the 4 reasons stated by the author why Bill Gates would make a good President - http://www.billgatesforpresident.net/why-bill/
It would be really interesting if Bill Gates were to be the next US President. Just how true is this? If you want to find out more, you can join in the discussion forum to share your thoughts on this.
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