I am BACK !

Hello and hi eveyone,
I am back from my lovely hong kong trip. Now very tired and sleepy.
I will try to upload some photo, probably the interesting one into my blog.
For now, just wait loh !

IT'S The FINAL COUNTDOWN !

Finally, Another 1 and a half day more to my upcoming hong kong trip.
I can't possiblely think anymore how the trip gonna be like.

woo woo yeah ! I can sense it le. Anyway I departing on monday eraly morning flight taking Jetstar plane.

lian ai pin lui--Andy Hui & Evonne Hsu Hui Xin

男:好久没有吹微风的晚上
我们看着山下都市灯光
你说快乐和自由是穷人的天堂
这种想法我很喜欢oh—
1. 女:你要我闭上眼睛想像
有我看不见的一个远方
你说地球是乐园要用心去游览
这种说法多浪漫
2. 男:心在飞女:心在飞
男:路很长女:路很长
男:我们是彼此的避风港
男:听着你女:还不理(?)
男:聊到从前和未来
男女:你心里所有的梦跟我很像
3. :oh you light up my life
所以我也希望我们心中频率都一样
女:梦加点感觉
男:思念装上翅膀
合:爱是无限可能的飞翔
oh—you light up my life
我想让你分享
我们心动时分的梦想
4. 女:这是一个开始
男:还是一种分享
男女:未来正在等待不是吗
5. 男(独白):一直跟你说那天
一起吃晚饭
想问你开心吗
这些日子看着你
造着自己的梦想
快乐专心的每个样子
我想我们的梦想有一样的频率不是吗
合:未来我想和你分享
Repeat 2,3.4.5.2.3.4.5

Singapore got Silver medal for Table-tennis Woman !

我国的三位女将李佳薇、王越古和冯天薇虽然奋勇作战和中国队战all the way

不过最后还是败下阵来，可是她们却虽败犹荣
因为她们我国得了第一面奥运银牌！！（等了48年wor!）
虽然其他的参赛选手都有不错的成绩
可是没在前三甲就是没奖牌lor.
希望选手们下次再接再厉, 在下届的奥运为新加坡赢取第一面金牌！



李佳薇、王越古和冯天薇，YOU done us proud!!

汝彼娘之!!

汝彼娘之!!

汝彼娘之大去老嫗，

若非吾之留去操之在汝，

今日言吾之闔眼小憩，定當頂不少於兩三句。

憤也，小憩者，非止吾也，何也點而言之？

況乎余尚未失神，其冤枉也。

汝有何能？

若真有能，何也伏於案上之學子者多於半者？

厭汝者十者多有六，

汝良乎？其數可見也。

前事不咎，今日之事則可惡也，

而令吾所氣憤。

母之，誠彼娘之非悅也！！


- 〔解答版〕 -


你他媽的死老師

要不是我的分數掌握在你手裡

今天唸我上課打瞌睡 一定頂撞你不少於兩三句

不爽 打瞌睡的又不只有我 為何只唸我一人?

況且我還沒有完全睡著 真是冤枉

你有什麼才能?

要是你真有能耐 為何趴在桌上睡覺的學生超過一半

討厭你的學生 十個有六個

你教的好嗎 從這些睡覺的人數就知道了

之前的事我就不和你計較了 但就今天的事來說你真的很可惡

讓我真的很生氣

媽的 真他媽的不爽

Just Be it !

Maintaining a blog is a sure way to forge an online identity if you are serious to establish yourself on the World Wide Web.

It is easy to fake an identity, hiding behind a user name and run amok in your verbal actions as if you will never hurt anyone like you could in the real world.

But if you have a blog that runs for years, you are guaranteed to have international alibis - people who follow your blog for a long period of time, who reads and follows your life over the entire period. They will attest to your personality - good or bad.

The blog is a personal space where you can write whatever you want people to see you as (not necessarily your true self). But it's ironic how someone could pretend to have another personality when he or she is not in real person. Think about it: if you knew how to pretend to have another personality, why can't you be that person in real life? If you 'pretend' to be nice to people in blogs, wouldn't that be convenient to be just that person in real life?

So seriously, don't pretend. Just be who you are in blogs. Write what you feel, say what you think. Don't you think so too ?

NDP 2008'

Woo they did sing my One People One Nation after all, albeit not the whole song. But it's still the most kuakuakua parade I've seen. From make-up to costumes to props to the whole supposed forefathers thingie.

My favourite was the Teochew wayang aunty whose 'feeler' dropped out, and the four big lady singers who proved that big girls still rock.

*****

I think I am watching the lousiest NDP ever.

What happened to all my cheesy ching chong authentic National Day songs that always made my hair stand in full-fledged patriotism? The whole idea of a National Day song is to fill people's hearts with unwavering hope and confidence that the country is your home and your future is here blah blah leh. Jacinta's rendition of We Are Singapore is so lembek (not her fault per se) I don't see no lion roaring lor - kitty mewing more like it. Not to mention how disrespectful it is to the original songwriters lor. People spend so much effort coming up with all these patriot songs then you go and change until so lembek and niang. Foreigners hear already bu xiao si cai guai. This is not the way to showcase talents lor! I am of course happy our little dot-of-a-country has talents that can write beautiful harmonies but not at the expense of my ooomphy Count On Me Singapore or We Are Singapore!

I used to tear whenever they sang all these National Day songs leh. I don't care if they played the songs from tape and it's not the choir singing (which brings me to the next topic of when are they going to treat these choir people like humans and give them some costumes and props that are actually befitting for a performing choir at a grand event as such), but it's these songs that I grew up with and now I don't even get to hear it proper for even one time lor. National Day songs are supposed to make you feel so high and make you unpaisehly bellow along at the top of your cracked voice until your veins throb in your forehead!

I still say Stef Sun's We Will Get There is the best National Day theme song to date. Even now when it comes on in my iPod I will still feel fuzzy listening to it. Kit Chan's Home comes very close to it lah just that I'm more of a RAHRAHRAH HOYHOYHOY person when it comes to National Day.

(My parents are huddling at the window watching the planes fly pass with the flag.)

Happy Birthday Singapore !

30 ways of sperm death

30 ways of sperm death

1.久不出兵，鬱悶死。

2.忽有一天，蓄勢待發，興奮死。

3.千億個兄弟一擁而上，擠死。

4.出來發現是主人自行解決，冤死。

5.被濺到地上，摔死。

6.被噴到牆上，撞死。

7.被衛生紙擦掉，風乾至死。

8.被擦掉後，又扔進垃圾桶，熏死。

9.終有一次，踏上正途，，第一個沖到終點，得意死。

10.第二個跑到終點，發現就晚了一步，氣死。

11.第三個來到終點，看別人已卿卿我我，嫉妒死。

12.跑不到終點的，順道參觀遊覽，迷路後轉到暈死。

13.體力不支的，在奔跑途中累死。

14.跑到終點，沒見到卵子的，失望死。

15.跑到終點，見到了一個卵子，幸福死。

16.跑到終點，竟見到了兩個卵子，緊張死。

17.被一個卵子接受，自豪死。

18.被兩個卵子接受，威風死。

19.被卵子拒絕，羞愧致死。

20.因爲被採取安全措施，所有兄弟落入安全套中，被自家兄弟壓死。

21.安全套出口被打了一個結，窒息而死。

22.意外發現安全套有針孔，驚喜死。

23.爭先恐後出來後發現安全套被扔在水裏，淹死。

24.在水裏發現跟自己長相相似的蝌蚪黑的象從非洲來的，笑死。

25.惹怒了蝌蚪，狂吞了自家好多兄弟，嚇死。

26.第二次出發，有兄弟身上全是唾沫，噁心死。

27.沒被噁心死的，後來被胃液酸死。

28.有責任感的兄弟被捐出來，放在冷藏箱裏，凍死。

29.抗寒的，因爲一直沒有被用上，等待至死。

30.除了一個成人了的兄弟，其餘全白死

The DARK KNIGHT RETURNED !

After almost 2 weeks of the islandwide theatrical release, I finally watched the Batman sequel, The Dark Knight, today.

I've read so many blogs about how good Heath Ledger is. I felt that his performance is overrated, partly because he didn't hog the screen time a lot. No doubt he portrayed The Joker excellently, but that is what good actors do. In comparison, I would very much prefer this year's Oscar winner for supporting actor, Javier Bardem, in his villain role for "No Country For Old Men", and felt his acting is more impactful, partly because of his extensive screen time.

The plot of The Dark Knight feels a lot like the Die Hard series, where the good guy has to crack riddles or solve dilemmas plotted by the villain in such an inconceivably flawless way.

But I took home another more important lesson that is the soul of the Batman comic's essence. And that is how a futile vigilante struggles in a city of ultimate corrupt to fight crime. Rather than creating a superhero that seems to always save the day at every appearance, Batman deals with real issues about how having a masked vigilante could make things worse, by luring villains like The Joker to unleash their talent to scheme just for pleasure.

The scriptwriter truly captures the essence of the relationship between Batman and Joker, and that they need each other to make their existence meaningful. I felt depressed that there is such a 'hopeless' societal city where being corrupt is the way of life. If I do ever live in this kind of city, I would have moved out long ago. But this is just fiction, a way of storytelling in order to deliver entertainment value, and at the same time teaches us some human values.

I'm not sure how the next Batman can continue to develop this human element. Or it could simply be a "Batman Saves The Day" flick, like what Tim Burton's previous Batman franchise did. Seriously, Tim Burton's version is family-friendly and has its values. Nowadays, it's harder to be good filmmakers because the audience expectations go up exponentially. With all the CGI-effects bombarding the cinematic world, how can you expect producers to make films that thrills audience and yet contains character depth?

Surprisingly, The Dark Knight does that. And it deserves to be on the fastest-grossing film of all time.

Funniest Olympic Swimming Trial

Three guys were about to have a trial for Sydney 2000 Olympic. Two guys got disqualified for jumping before the gun. So the last guy have to race against himself and I laughed after watching him swim. This has got to be the funniest Olympic swimming trial ever!

What he value most ?

A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door. It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time tospend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.



Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.



"Jack, did you hear me?"

"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.



"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.



"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.



"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said.



"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching methings he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral,"Jack said.



As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.



The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.



Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.



"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.



"The box is gone," he said.



"What box? " Mom asked.



"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,' " Jack said.



It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.



"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."



It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.



Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention.



"Mr. Harold Belser" it read.



Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.



"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover.



Inside he found these words engraved: "Jack, Thanks for your time! Harold Belser."



"The thing he valued most...was...my time."



Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.



"I need some time to spend with my son," he said.



"Oh, by the way, Janet...thanks for your time!"

take time off your busy schedule and think about the people in your life who've been all the time, listening to you, supporting you, playing a part in your life. remember the next time you talk to them, say " thank you for your time " b'cos it is their time that you are taking up and it is that time of theirs that you feel relaxed. no matter what happens, always remember the times that you've spent with your loved ones. for they are the one that always spurs you on no matter what happens. " thank you for your time "