sunshine through the fog

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23 March 2005

Past Travel Bug Bites

I love to travel.

Love the entire experience... The excitement on departure from homeground. The exhilaration on arrival at the destination. The first blast of fresh air on stepping out of the airport. The thrill of exploring a totally foreign area. The buzz of discovering quaint corners of the Earth. The pure joy of being somewhere different...

Here's a list of places I've been as far as I can remember - before the birth of this blog (i.e. before March 2005).

* Gold Coast - Nov 2004

* Perth - Jun 2004

* Shanghai - Apr 2004

* Tokyo (working trip) - Dec 2003

* Hokkaido + Tokyo (incl Disneyland) - Oct 2003

* Hong Kong - twice
... ... ... 2001: with Alice
... ... ... Sep 2002: brought mom &dad for holiday. Also visited distant uncle in china -> spent 4 days at this tiny village in china with a name so obscure i still don't remember what it's called + half a day in Shenzhen

* Bangkok - 2000

* Europe & UK - May 1999 (graduation tour)
... ... ... Paris, Luzerne, Interlaken, Zurich, Basel, Geneve, Florence, Venice, Rome, Vatican City, Salzburg, Innsbruck, Vienna, Amsterdam, London, Oxford, Bath {these are all I can remember for now}

* Taiwan - Dec 1992 (RV choir 2-weeks cultural immersion program)

* Other places/short trips include:-
... ... ... Malaysia: JB, KL, PJ, Ulu Yam {mom's kampung hometown in Selangor}, Malacca, Penang, Genting, Sibu, Tioman, Langkawi
... ... ... Thailand: Hatyai, Songkhla
... ... ... Indonesia: Bintan (one of my fav short getaways :>)

hmm... not very impressive list, huh? Ok. Must strive to go overseas more! :D

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Genting in Two Days! Woohoo!!!

Will be going for my first "overseas" trip since the birth of this blog in 2 days time.

Destination: Genting Highlands
-> seems typical singaporean long weekend trip? well, do not yawn yet - this is my "real" first time to this place where almost all singaporean have been. the last time i was there, i was too young to remember anything apart from having been there. hahaa... so, despite not being particularly taken with either theme park rides (make no mistake though, i'm NOT afraid, more bored... muahahaa... :p) or serious gambling (an odd game of mahjong, chor dai dee, blackjack etc are of course not considered serious - mere recreational *grin*)

Duration: 3 days -> 24 Mar 2005 (Thu) 2130 ~ 27 Mar 2005 (Sun)

Companions: Joo & Angel

Accomodation: Resort Hotel

Really looking forward to it! Haven't been away in 2005 yet... It's been quite a year so far, despite there being more than another 3/4s to go. Would be good to take a nice break.

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19 March 2005

Cupid Painted Blind

Cupid was the god of love in Roman mythology. The name Cupid is a variation on Cupido ("desire"), and this god was also known by the name Amor ("love"). It was commonly believed that Cupid was the son of Venus - the Roman goddess of love - and this association between Venus and Cupid was quite popular in myth, poetry, literature, and art.

The ancient Romans often depicted Cupid as winged child or baby who carried a bow and quiver full of arrows. Indeed, the Roman poet Ovid seems to delight in portraying Cupid as a willful and capricious child in many of his poems from the Amores and the Art of Love. It is also from these collections of poetry that we get a wonderfully vivid description of the god of love:

"Cupid's there, quiver reversed, bow broken,
Holding a burnt-out torch.
See how sadly he walks, poor child, wings drooping,
How he beats at his bared breast,
How the tears rain down on his hair, now lying all tangled
About his throat, and his mouth's a loud O of grief.
Thus he looked, they say, long ago, when he saw his
Brother Aeneas to the grave..."

And while the idea that Cupid was a child with wings appealed to many poets and artists, there were also different conceptions of this important god. One of the most memorable myths about Cupid involves his relationship with the beautiful woman named Psyche. The tale of Cupid and Psyche is told in the Metamorphoses of Apuleius.

Cupid's counterpart in Greek mythology was known as Eros.

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17 March 2005

Please come back, sweetie...

The moment I stepped in the door today, I saw my mom sitting on the couch looking at me with sorrowful eyes. Her eyes looked as though she'd been crying. She thought it was our cat knocking on the lock. For a moment, she was so delighted. Only to be met with disappointment on seeing that it's only me, her daughter.

如意油's been missing since 2 nights ago. The last I saw him was on 16 Mar 2005 0030 (approx). He woke from his slumber and started scratching at the door, begging to be let out. I let him out. I thought he'd come back in the middle of night or in the morning as he has done everyday, every night, for the past months. He did, around 2am, leaping up the gate and knocking on the lock, as was his way. My mom heard but ignored him as she was tired and my brother was sleeping in the living room. She thought he'd sleep at the flower pot until the morning. That, too, was his way.

But that was the last my mom heard of him.

We've been searching all over for him. At this very moment, my mom has gone, yet again, to comb the block for him. I heard that she's been looking for him all over the block and the neighbourhood all day long. She even went all the way to the market as she suspected a nasty neighbour of bringing him there to get rid of him. But she didn't find him. Not there, not anywhere else.

He lost his collar a few days ago. Never got round to replacing it. Was that an omen? Is that why? Someone saw how cute he was and took him, thinking he's a stray? Is so, please give him back. He's not a stray. He belongs to us. We love him so much. Please give him back to us.

We've had him since 4 August 2004. Then, he's but this teeny little fur ball, no bigger than my palm. So vulnerable, so adorable. He's grown before our very eyes into a really good-looking lad. Perhaps I'm biased, but I really think he's the cutest cat I've ever seen. He's got huge ears that he tucks in when eating biscuits inside the tin, a big nose that knocked into the door and bled when he was barely a month old (that's how he got his name, btw - my mom put 如意油 on his wound to disinfect it and he enjoyed it so much!), white furry eyebrows that stare at you in disdain when you refuse to do what he wants, an extra long tail that ends with a curl and a bob of white fur (麒麟尾, my mom calls it), and the sweetest face ever.

{I just ran out the door because I thought I heard his cry! But he's nowhere in sight. My mom's still not back from her search...}

Though my mom kept complaining about him - he created lotsa trouble for us, that little rascal, with his poo-ing, his scratching of stuff, chewing of wires, leaping around, messing things up, biting my mom (albeit in jest, but it left teeth marks on her legs and arms!) - she's the most worried about him. And it's perfectly understandable. She's the one who fed him everyday, played with him, hugged him to sleep when he was younger, bathed him, loved him. He acccompanied her on her exercise trips downstairs, standing quietly by the side while she swayed about on those plastic machines at the void deck, snuggled into her arms when she's on the couch, lept onto her tummy when she's sleeping on the floor. Just now, watching tv, tears streamed down her face again as she said she's so very not used to him not being there. She worries that he might go hungry (he's choosy of what he eats, what brand of cat food, what flavour of biscuits - he actually picks out the red ones when he eats the cat cookies, leaving the green ones!), that he might be bullied (he's a big pussy, that one, despite his size), that he couldn't sleep without his doggie (a soft toy) to lean on, that he might cry on not knowing the way home. My heart shatters.

During that period before we got my mom's ct scan results, I'd sob in the night alone, hugging him, telling him to pray with me for her. Usually not the greatest fan of hugs now that he's grown up (he loved being carried when he was younger!) and tends to wriggle out of your grasp after a few minutes, during those nights, he let me hug him as long as I needed. It's as if he knew I was hurting and needed the comfort. The furball helped in his own little way. Yes, he did. And I never said thank you.

Please come back, sweetie. Come back to us. Stop letting us worry. Stop making my mom cry. Please come back. I promise I'll not make fun of you again. Please come back. Your doggie and mouse miss you. We miss you. We miss you so much. Please come back...

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16 March 2005

The Rudest Kid, Ever!

I'm just so amazed. I can't wait till I'm home so I can tell you about it!

Venue: Bus stop outside JE Interchange (in front of Eu Yan Sang)
Date/Time: 16 March 2005 (Wed) 1830

On seeing the bus 105 heading towards the bus stop, a throng of people headed towards the front at the side of the road, including me. You know how when people position themselves there, they kinda hope the bus to stop right in front of them, so that can board the bus directly when the door opens. Well, that's not what happens. The bus stopped slightly earlier, so we had to retrace a few steps. A few steps. Let me repeat that to make it clearer to you - a FEW steps i.e. TWO~THREE steps, AT MOST!

That's when this little boy said, very loudly:

"哇! stop 这样远！那里有bus driver 这么笨的! 真是笨蛋!"

"Excuse me!" *push push* *shove shove* "Wa lau eh!"

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Sweep Me Off My Feet

My hororscope for today reads:

Monday's romance, wistfulness and nostalgia haven't faded much. They may even double back for a second visit. Prepare yourself. You, too, can suddenly be swept off your feet.

What does Love mean?

Touching words from the mouth of babes.
What does Love mean?
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, "What does love mean?"
The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:

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"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore.

So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love." – Rebecca, age 8

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"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.
You just know that your name is safe in their mouth." – Billy, age 4

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"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other." – Karl, age 5

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"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs." – Chrissy, age 6

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"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired." – Terri, age 4

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"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK." – Danny, age 7

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"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more.
My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss" – Emily, age 8

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"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening
presents and listen." – Bobby, age 7

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"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate," – Nikka, age 6

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"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it
everyday." – Noelle, age 7

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"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well." – Tommy, age 6

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"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.
He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore." – Cindy, age 8

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"My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night." – Clare, age 6

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"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken." – Elaine, age 5

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"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is
handsomer than Robert Redford." – Chris, age 7
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"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day." - Mary Ann, age 4

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"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones." – Lauren, age 4

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"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." – Karen, age 7

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"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross." – Mark, age 6

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"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget." – Jessica, age 8

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And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge.

The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.

The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an
elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.

Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.

When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said,

"Nothing, I just helped him cry"

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13 March 2005

末路的另一端

舅舅可能只有一个月　

原本医生说半年　但。。。


胸口有种莫名的酸痛

是为走向末路的他伤心

还是心疼妈妈的心痛

还是两者都兼具？


～死亡～

言予着那么多的悲伤

影响那么的长，远，深

好可怕


我讨厌面对它

讨厌它对我心爱的人的威胁

讨厌它带给我们的伤痛

我不要　我不要　我不要


走到了终点　

接下来是什么

是下一段旅程的开始

还是一切一切的尽头

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Pimps and Prostitutes

That's the theme of Ros' birthday party this year la! What were you thinking of? ;p

Date: 12 March 2005 (Saturday) 7pm onwards
Location: Aloha Loyang Garden Terace TI

Almost the whole gang was there, apart from Jo (unable to attend as she's currently working in Beijing - such a pity) and Raj (no idea where he is and what he's doing, sadly). But Jo - not to worry, your absence is felt and you were certainly part of Edwin and Peng Han's reminiscience. Hehee... Even Serena was there - been so long since we've seen her - she's still so pretty. An interesting observation: almost everyone in the group lost weight - moxaa, ros, edwin, pamela (PH's wife-to-be), even wee seemed to be even thinner! Except for PH - life must've been good in Melbourne. Hahaahaaa...

It's real good to see the HH gang again. Brought back lotsa fun memories of yesteryears - we've been to lotsa chalets and overnighters in the past too. All tremendous fun. Yes, those were good times. Always brought back a wave of nostalgia whenever I think back to it so many years back. These memories will stay with me forever. Wish I had a blog back then to record down all the crazy things we did and photos too. Now, all I have are in my head... Oh well... Here's a group photo - just in case when I become old and senile, I forget who's who. :p

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11 March 2005

MSN w E

was on msn with one of my best guy friends, E, today (yes, in office… so? :p) and he said the sweetest thing. just have to put it down for my own reading pleasure whenever I feel the need for some saccharine consolation… :>

E: oic....dun flirt too much tonight, hor
{for the record, I do not flirt, not too much anyway *grin*}

E: just leave those men gasping a lil will do

Me: there's no "those men"

E: dun be modest my dear, i talking abt those men who will be eyeing u when u got out tonight la

Me: y wld they look at a short fat ugly old woman?
{i'm modest... ;>}

E: hahaaa.....

E: they will....if they see wat i see.....even if she was short fat old or ugly

E: and besides.....u r neither short nor fat nor old nor ugly......

Me: so wat do u "see"?
{yes, i'm fishing for compliments. so? bite me! :p}

E: i see................

E: a pretty little princess standing in the middle of the sahara desert looking up at a star

E: i see...............

E: a gentle little girl....with lots of love, friendship, courage, concern and encouragement to give.....

E: and i see.............

E: a shiny star during the hours of darkness that brightens up my life and lights the way for me to walk

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10 March 2005

Dance Like No One is Watching

Another one of my favourites... I've seen two very similar versions of this before - I prefer the first one though...

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09 March 2005

Team America

When: 9 March 2005 (Wednesday) 7:05pm

Where: Plaza Singapura GV

What: Action/Adventure and Comedy

Who: Angel + Joo

Why: I'd like to ask myself that too! :|

Synopsis: This politcally-minded comedy action adventure tells the story of Team America, a group of superhero-style adventurers who travel the world fighting terrorism and other evils. Specifically, the story focuses on a typical "action hero" who is recruited to join Team America for a special mission, as a satire of the typical Hollywood action movie, using a combination of wood marionette-driven action sequences and stirring tongue-in-cheek musical numbers.

My take: Cringe-worthy. One gets the feeling that the directors (Trey Parker and Matt Stone) set out to incorporate all the worst, corniest, lamest jokes and scenes in this puppet show/animation - magnified a hundred times. They thrived on the sheer crudity of it all, peppering the entire show liberally with profanities - fucks, dicks, pussies, arseholes and what-have-yous, a la South Park, I guess. Lotsa X-rated stuff too, in talk and action. Tons of scenes designed to gross you out - vomit, blood, gore (a la Kill Bill?). Spoofs aplenty. Musical numbers with silly, tacky, over-the-top lyrics. All done in unabashed bad taste. At the start, it was rather funny, especially the sarcastic references wrt USA and Hollywood. As the show goes on, though, these same jokes grow tired, cliched, insipid. Instead of laughing heartily as I initially did, I find myself cringing and going "wa lau", "buay tahan", "what the...", cringing every few minutes at the corniness of it all. Oh yea - lots lots lots of cringing done. *cringe cringe*

I admire their honesty, self-mockery, ability to laugh at themselves, derision of stereotypes, and complete disregard to political correctness. It's refreshing to find a movie aiming to be as "bad" as possible, instead of the other way round. However, I came out feeling that if this movie ended after the first hilarious 35 minutes, instead of repeating the same jokes over and over for the next 70 minutes, it would've been much more memorable and enjoyable.

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08 March 2005

Cœur déjà pris

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丑丑の我没人要了

I feel so ugly today!

Yesterday went for facial - they did extraction but no mask (because they said wanna "balance back my ph" so dun wanna use enzyme for that session - it's complimentary, by the way) so ended up with red, spotty face after that. Didn't know it was that bad until I looked in the mirror after the session while changing. Nearly fainted at that horrific sight. Is that horrid looking thing me?????? Panic! Called for them - they assured me it'll subside by the next morning. Quickly flagged a cab and rushed home after that before I can scare the daylights out of anyone else.

This morning, the redness and spots are still there! At most subsided 20%. Devastated. Used a ton of concealer before I can convince myself I'm presentable enough to appear in public. But didn't wanna put too much make-up too for fear of clogging the pores and making the situation worse than it is (IF it can get any worse *sob*).

Gonna call the centre later and kpkb again.

Traumatised... :(

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07 March 2005

Sympathique

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06 March 2005

Getting hitched...

A guy friend told me once:

"Love is a game... To excel in it, you must enjoy playing it."

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Spin Speed

Source: ~A Short History of Nearly Everything~ by Bill Bryson

How fast you are spinning depends on where you are. The speed of the Earth's spin varies from something over 1,600 kilometres an hour at the equator to zero at the poles.

In London, the speed is 998 kilometres an hour.

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Hitch

When: 5 March 2005 (Saturday) 9:20pm

Where: Tiong Bahru GV

What: Romantic Comedy

Who: Andrew Loke

Why: Always had a soft spot for the Fresh Prince *blush*


Synopsis: In this sophisticated romantic comedy, Will Smith stars as Alex "Hitch" Hitchens, a true urban myth -- a legendary New York City "date doctor" who, for a fee has helped hundreds of men woo the women of their dreams. The ultimate professional bachelor, Hitch discovers that all of his tried and true tricks of the trade are no match for Sara (Eva Mendes), the one woman he truly loves.

My take: I like... :> Before watching the show, read some of the reviews and they weren't so good hence I set lower expectations for it. Perhaps because of that, it way exceeded expectations. Heeheee... Will Smith is so funny, smart and charming! He's got this effortless charisma that makes up for any flaw in poor writing/directing. Loved his smooth talking, his confidence, the mischievious glint in his eye. Eva Mendes was very sporting in the show and not a bad first effort for a model-turned-actress. Kevin James was hilarious and endearing as the fat loser who finally got the hot gal. Was laughing almost throughout the whole show. Thoroughly enjoyable! Go watch!

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05 March 2005

Health Matters

After recent events, I truly believe Health is the greatest Wealth. {sounds rather corny when i type it out like that, huh? but i definitely do not mean it that way.}

I guess when we're young, we all think we're invincible. That certain things "only happen to other people". Only when it eventually happens to us or someone close to us then we realise, hey yea, we're the same as everyone else on the planet.

We've all heard of people who take so much precaution but still die of critical illnesses. Or people who smoke, drink and lead a reckless life but still live to a ripe old age. I personally know of people in both these categories.
1) My grandaunt - didn't smoke, didn't drink, didn't even eat instant noodles --> died of cancer
2) My great grandmother - smoked like a chimney, drank like a tap --> lived to the age of 102

But these are anomalies, no? They're the outliers in graphs, not to be taken into account statistically.

These anomalies serve to remind us that life is unexpected, that things happen outside of our sphere of control, that we have to accept it and take what life dishes out as best as we can.

What they do NOT do is being an excuse to live recklessly and without care.

For every one person who smokes 20 sticks a day and lives till 102, many hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousand others (no statistical backing whatsoever, just common sense making a point) get lung/throat/mouth/nose/watever cancer and suffer in agony everyday for the rest of their lives until the day they die.

What are the chances of you being the one in hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousand?

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What is the meaning of life?

My answer: To be happy

That's over-simplifying things a bit, to say the least. But, that's ultimately what we all want, right? I mean, everything that we do is to make ourselves happy and feel good. Even the things we do for others. Even the sacrifices. Why else do we do it? Because doing these things, making these sacrifices, despite the inconvenience, the tediousness, the sufferings and what not, makes us feel like we did something good/something that should be done/have to be done.

The next logical question, of course, is: What makes you happy?

Some people strive to earn lotsa money - because they believe having money will make them happy. Rather, it's the things money can buy that should make one happy. Money's important - never denied it. Money IS important. But it's not everything.

If we have the money but nothing to buy because we already have everything, then what's the point?

If we have lotsa things to buy and the money to buy them but no time to enjoy it, then what's the point?

If we have the money and the time, but no healthy body to make full use of, then what's the point?

If we have the money, the time, the healthy body but no loved one to share the good fortune with, then what's the point?

Which brings me to my next point...

I'd wanna take care of myself and stay healthy, not just for me but for my loved ones.

If I truly love someone, I'd want him to be happy. I'd not want to cause him unncessary heartache/pain.

If I truly love someone, I'd want him to have the freedom to do what he wants. I'd not want to be a burden to him.

If I truly love someone, I'd want to be able to be with him forever. I'd not want to have to leave him prematurely.

To achieve all that, I must be healthy. I must not fall sick and have need of him to take care of me. I must not suffer or leave before my time and cause him grief.


I'd want him to think that way too for me~

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Obstacles to Love

I just wanna keep some of the stuff I posted before in the forums here. Especially stuff that really echoed my thoughts and I liked what I wrote. Egoistic, I know. So? :p

Qn posted by Rhonda:

Say you have fallen in love with someone because of their character but they happen to have physical attributes that you dislike, for eg. they're too fat / skinny, eyes too small, face too big, nose too big/small/out-of-shape / dented, balding, not chiobu / yandao, whatever...

Would this affect how you feel towards him/her? Would this stop you from considering them as your boyfriend/girlfriend?

It's easy to quote cliches like 'love will overcome everything', 'the character matters more than outward appearances', etc. but be brutally frank and share what you really feel about this.

when i was younger, looks mattered. they're not everything, but they mattered. i loved it when friends came up to me and whispered in my ear, "hey, he's cute huh, you lucky gal..." it was shallow, of course, but we all are, to a certain extent, especially at a time of juvenescence, naivete and exploration. but they're not everything. it'd have to be coupled with chemistry and mutual adoration. i loved him for who he is, not just what he looked like.

with age, one gets more forgiving and gets a broader perspective.

as i grow older, i find that looks still matter, albeit in a different way. i think now, all that really matters is i find him pleasing to me. i wanna look at him and feel my heart skip a beat every time it happens. and no, that does not mean he has to be devastatingly handsome, heart-breakingly smothering or anything like that. i guess it all boils down to that elusive thing called chemistry. someone whom you didn't know might appear to be an average joe at first glance, but with further contact and understanding, and consequently admiration/love, that same person could be transformed in your mind's eye into the most attractive person in the world.

i guess tho, in the same vein, if i find that person physically repulsive at first glance, it's probably highly unlikely i'd make an effort to really further the friendship, that's taking things to extremeties, of course...

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In Good Company

When: 3 March 2005 (Thursday) 7:15pm

Where: Lido 4

What: Romantic Comedy

Who: Ruiming

Why: It's free :p


Ruiming called me in the afternoon (I was in office after coming back from mom's medical appointment in the morning) and said he had invitation to the press preview of "In Good Company". He's now hosting this segment at 933 called "爛人先看戲" - yes, that means he's the "爛人", hahaaa - and has free invites to almost all the new shows in town! Cool sia... I must be nicer to him going forward. *evil grin*

He told me it was supposedly to be shown at the private screening theatre at Shaw Centre - the place where the shaw family watches the new shows first hand, tres comfy, with real leather seats and all. I was so looking forward to seeing it! But when we met up, he said the venue's been changed to Lido 4. Downer! Oh well, this means he "owes" me at least another free movie. heheee... Shall go surf the movies websites for new shows coming up that I wanna watch - I welcome suggestions! ;) Pity "Star Wars" has been choped by his other friend...

Synopsis: Dan Foreman (Dennis Quaid) is headed for a shakeup. He is demoted from head of ad sales for a major magazine when the company he works for is acquired in a corporate takeover. His new boss, Carter Duryea (played by Topher Grace) is half his age--a business school prodigy who preaches corporate synergy. While Dan develops clients through handshake deals and relationships, Carter cross-promotes the magazine with the cell phone division and "Krispity Krunch," an indeterminate snack food under the same corporate umbrella. Both men are going through turmoil at home. Dan has two daughters--Alex, age 18, and Jana, age 16--and is shocked when his wife tells him she's pregnant with a new child. Between college tuition, the mortgage and a new baby, Dan can't afford to lose his job in the wave of corporate layoffs. Carter, in the meanwhile, is dumped by his wife of seven months just as he gets his promotion. Dan and Carter's uneasy friendship is thrown into jeopardy when Carter falls for, and begins an affair with, Dan's daughter Alex (Scarlett Johansson).

My take: Not bad. Nothing much to write about. It's pretty nice, heart-warming, charming, quite funny at times but otherwise nothing to really rave about. Tried-and-tested plot. Watch if you want something stressless and feel-good.

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04 March 2005

The Five Balls of Life

This is for joo... ;)

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Please--tame me!

My favourite quote from my favourite book...

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03 March 2005

Oh Glorious Days

Oh glorious days... How I love thee...

After 16 heart-wrenching, hands-wringing, friends-annoying worrisome days, finally got the result of mom's ct brain scan. Confirmed that it's not a tumour, but damaged brain cells/nerves resulting from a minor stroke she suffered ages ago without anyone knowing. Yes, apparently it is possible to have a stroke and not know about it. Scary, huh? *shudder*

Anyway, this stroke damaged parts of her brain and caused some of the nerves controlling her eye to malfunction, causing her to lose part of the vision in the left side. It's irreversible and all we can do now is see a neurologist to run further investigations as to the cause and to try to prevent it from happening again. Apparently, after the 1st stroke, the chances of a 2nd are higher. Also have to monitor her diabetes and high blood pressure conditions.

This is definitely not good. But it's still good news... in that it's not something worse.

The relief I felt was indescribable.

After we came out of the room, actually hugged my mom and cried out in relief: "吓死我了!"... Man, was she surprised. Hahaahaaaa...

Anyway, glad that this is finally resolved (to a certain extent)...

Next step: how to get back at the stoopid SNEC doctors - who didn't give her the correct diagnosis though we've been there so many times over the period of a year. Just think what could've happened if it were really a tumour and they didn't diagnose it at all until much much much too late!?! Is it because we were paying subsidised rate then? Does that imply life of a subsidised patient is not precious enough to warrant proper doctors and/or proper diagnosis?

Watch out for this space. After I've tidied up the details and stuff, will post the entire story for all to see. Also trying to think of more official means to bring this to attention. I really think this is abominable and people should know about it.

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My First

Have always liked words.

Like reading them.

Like writing them.

Been wanting to write my own blog for ages but....

Another thing I like: procrastinating...


At this point in time, I'm feeling very vulnerable.

The fragility of life...

The uncertainties...

The mishaps...

They overwhelm me, almost to the point of suffocation at times.


Perhaps it's the night

Perhaps it's the fear of tomorrow

It brings out this dark melancholic side of me

This side which so many who knows me might find surprising


Do not be mistaken

I enjoy life

I enjoy the joy life brings

I enjoy the surprising twists and turns which make it interesting

I feel totally fortunate to be formed and living in this amazing universe


Many a times have I wondered at the wonders of existence

Why am I me?

Why do I feel the way I feel and not the way the girl sitting opposite me feels?

Why do I think these thoughts I have?

Why Why Why?


Since a long time ago, I've ceased seeking answers to these questions

But that doesn't stop me from asking them from time to time...


I believe in God

I believe there is a God

He might not be the same God as He is to everyone else

but He is my God


And I am now praying to him,
in my very first blog
with all my heart

~Bless my mother~
Bless her with health & longevity
Bless her so that she can enjoy the things she never had the chance to enjoy
Bless her so that I have the chance to treat her better and make her happier
Bless her as she is the best mother I can ever have... ...

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