It had been a hectic week. I was so busy with work these few days, all because my entire "department" moved house, from one plant to another. Moving house is not always a good thing, mind you. In my context, this translates into: more machine downtime, shorter breaks and prolonged backaches.
I remembered once, I was so tired and overworked that my butt hurt, literally. It was like working out on the stairs master for 1 hour, continuously. But I am glad that things have started to slow down and stablise a bit.
I went swimming this morning with two other girlfriends. Boy, it was sure relaxing, even though I swam 10 laps in 30 minutes. Hmmm... is that too much or too little? Anyways, whatever little amount of calories that I burnt, I think I managed to put them on again, by eating KFC. Bother.
Anyways, I will rest today, maybe go for a bit of shopping even? After all, it is my rest day.
"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent."
Monday, April 30, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
About Me Part 2
Why do I keep procrastinating?
Procrastination and I had known each other for life. And that's sad. Sorry Procrastination. But like a bee attracted to honey, I'm not sure if it's me or Procrastination that has been hanging on to each other. I wanted to get rid of Procrastination. But it seems that "he" likes me a lot.
But dear Procrastination, I would never get things done if you are always in my way, clear? I always said I wanted to go to Sungei Buloh to take pictures, my hubby agrees, but then, you always appear out of nowhere and says, "But I don't feel like going", or, "Just go another day, I'm sleepy" etc, etc, etc. And because of all these, I have yet to visit Sungei Buloh! And many other places in Singapore for that matter. And do I call myself a Singaporean? Hardly. Many foreigners would have gone to places where I would never have a chance to set my toes on and why? It's all because of YOU, Procrastination! And so, I now proclaim that you and I have nothing to do with each other ever again! I will be freed from your clutches from NOW on.
... Ok, maybe we will talk about that some other day.
"They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself."
Procrastination and I had known each other for life. And that's sad. Sorry Procrastination. But like a bee attracted to honey, I'm not sure if it's me or Procrastination that has been hanging on to each other. I wanted to get rid of Procrastination. But it seems that "he" likes me a lot.
But dear Procrastination, I would never get things done if you are always in my way, clear? I always said I wanted to go to Sungei Buloh to take pictures, my hubby agrees, but then, you always appear out of nowhere and says, "But I don't feel like going", or, "Just go another day, I'm sleepy" etc, etc, etc. And because of all these, I have yet to visit Sungei Buloh! And many other places in Singapore for that matter. And do I call myself a Singaporean? Hardly. Many foreigners would have gone to places where I would never have a chance to set my toes on and why? It's all because of YOU, Procrastination! And so, I now proclaim that you and I have nothing to do with each other ever again! I will be freed from your clutches from NOW on.
... Ok, maybe we will talk about that some other day.
"They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself."
Monday, April 23, 2007
It's been a while...
A friend of more than 10 years sent me an email recently. I was ecstatic. I mean, it's been a long long time since I last heard from her. She is in Beijing, studying. She won't be back until next year, when she would have completed her studies.
I am so glad that she is doing really well. I hope she could be back in Singapore in time to attend my wedding.
"I believe in angels,
the Kind that heaven sends ...
I'm surrounded by angels,
but I call them my best friends."
I am so glad that she is doing really well. I hope she could be back in Singapore in time to attend my wedding.
"I believe in angels,
the Kind that heaven sends ...
I'm surrounded by angels,
but I call them my best friends."
Monday, April 16, 2007
About Me Part 1
DOB: 14 April 1979
Age in years: 28.01
Age in months: 336
Age in days: 10222
Age in hours: 245337
Age in minutes: 14720198
Age in seconds: 883211894
Age in milliseconds: 88321189416
Age in weeks: 71557
You born on: Saturday
April
* Active and dynamic
* Decisive and hateful but tends to regret
* Attractive and affectionate to oneself
* Strong mentality
* Loves attention
* Diplomatic
* Consoling
* Friendly and solves people's problems
* Brave and fearless
* Adventurous
* Loving and caring
* Suave and generous
* Emotional
* Revengeful
* Aggressive
* Hasty
* Good memory
* Moving
* Movtivate oneself and the others
* Sickness usually of the head and chest
* Easily get too jealous
That's Me according to an excel file which calculates all the above. More to come... When I have the time, that is.
Age in years: 28.01
Age in months: 336
Age in days: 10222
Age in hours: 245337
Age in minutes: 14720198
Age in seconds: 883211894
Age in milliseconds: 88321189416
Age in weeks: 71557
You born on: Saturday
April
* Active and dynamic
* Decisive and hateful but tends to regret
* Attractive and affectionate to oneself
* Strong mentality
* Loves attention
* Diplomatic
* Consoling
* Friendly and solves people's problems
* Brave and fearless
* Adventurous
* Loving and caring
* Suave and generous
* Emotional
* Revengeful
* Aggressive
* Hasty
* Good memory
* Moving
* Movtivate oneself and the others
* Sickness usually of the head and chest
* Easily get too jealous
That's Me according to an excel file which calculates all the above. More to come... When I have the time, that is.
Sunday, April 15, 2007
People like Me have nothing else better to do?
I don't know since when did I came into contact with the internet. During poly days, which was like 10 years ago? I think I didn't have a computer at home, back then. I meant that the computer belongs to my brother, so that means I CANNOT touch it.
So, it was stay-back-in-school-and-use-the-internet-for-free kind of days. A little pathetic but economical. I remember some of my classmates and I used to do that a lot. Stay back, go to the computer room, sign in and it was IRC chatting. Hahaha. You really never know what kinds of people you will "see".
It was fun. Or was it? I see it as a way of passing time, if you ask me. Making friends? Ya, well, maybe.
But I really must admit the myriad information we can get from the internet was really superb. Back then, being an astronomy fan, I would search the net for all the information I needed. Just type something in the search engine and voila! you got it. The internet was indeed a great tool to use. And also a tool to get connected to the world.
And now, there is blog. Although I don't consider myself an avid blogger, I really enjoy blogging pretty much alright. I can write however I feel. Haha. And I also enjoy reading other people's blog. Some people are really GOOD when it comes to writing, which I'm really bad at.
But of course, there is bad in every good. There are harmful stuff on the internet too. But I guess it's really up to individuals. For me, I am really thankful for it, so I won't abuse it.
So, it was stay-back-in-school-and-use-the-internet-for-free kind of days. A little pathetic but economical. I remember some of my classmates and I used to do that a lot. Stay back, go to the computer room, sign in and it was IRC chatting. Hahaha. You really never know what kinds of people you will "see".
It was fun. Or was it? I see it as a way of passing time, if you ask me. Making friends? Ya, well, maybe.
But I really must admit the myriad information we can get from the internet was really superb. Back then, being an astronomy fan, I would search the net for all the information I needed. Just type something in the search engine and voila! you got it. The internet was indeed a great tool to use. And also a tool to get connected to the world.
And now, there is blog. Although I don't consider myself an avid blogger, I really enjoy blogging pretty much alright. I can write however I feel. Haha. And I also enjoy reading other people's blog. Some people are really GOOD when it comes to writing, which I'm really bad at.
But of course, there is bad in every good. There are harmful stuff on the internet too. But I guess it's really up to individuals. For me, I am really thankful for it, so I won't abuse it.
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Don't Eat Sharks' Fins!
5 million years from now, our Sun will die. But it will not die alone.
There's creed Indian saying that goes:
Until the last tree had been fell;
Until the last river had been polluted;
Until the last fish had been caught;
Only then, will Man realise that money cannot be eaten.
I had stopped eating sharks' fins for 9 years now. Every time I went to wedding banquets or dinners that served sharks' fins, I would ask the one sitting next to me or any of my friends to eat it for me. All my poly friends knew of my ultimate detest for sharks' fins, and they would usually make "bookings" 1st, for my bowl of sharks' fins soup.
I used to eat sharks' fins. It didn't taste exceptionally good to me, but I just ate it anyways. Until the day when I chanced upon a documentary about sharks' fins hunting about 9 years ago.
I could vaguely remember the documentary now. Except the scene where the fishermen would cut off the sharks' fins and kick the sharks, now finless, back into the cold waters of the sea. But the sharks were not dead, yet. They were still alive when the fins were cut off. They were still alive when the fishermen kicked them into the sea. They were still alive when their heavy bodies sank into the bottom of the sea. They only lied on the sea bed, suffocating to their deaths. Why? Cos sharks need to move their bodies around to breathe through their gills. They will die if their bodies stopped moving.
It was a slow, if not painful death. I could still remember that the fishing boat was soaked with blood, and the fishermen were really happy with their catch. Those fins, hundreds of them, could undoubtedly sell for a lot of money. It was their livelihood and I can understand. When there is demand for sharks' fins, they will continue to kill. So from then on, I promised myself that I would not eat sharks' fins again.
It might proved to be too insignificant. I mean, how much sharks' fins can I consume a year? I am not a rich man's daughter. I don't eat sharks' fins soup every day, so why am I so stubborn about this whole thing? My friends don't get married and have banquets everyday so what's the fuss? I know. But I just wanted to do it. People who don't know me often ask me why I don't eat sharks' fins. I would just say it is to protect the sharks. They would go "oh" and probably laugh at my foolishness behind my back. But you know what? I don't really care what people think about me. I made this choice and I want to stick with it for the rest of my life.
It isn't just the cruelty. You people probably didn't know that sharks, if hunted so relentlessly for their fins, will face extinction sooner or later. I am not vegetarian, for your information. In fact, I have to admit that I am a meat lover. From beef to chicken to pork or any other meats. I love them all. But the trick is not to eat something that is endangered. And sharks is one of them. So far I had not heard about sharks being farmed for their meat and fins. But if there is, then by all means eat it. But I doubt so. Cos sharks are wonderfully mysterious creatures and I doubt anyone has the technique or know-how to farm them. They have, afterall, been around since the dinosaurs roamed the earth.
I sincerely hope that those who read this blog could share my sentiments and stop consuming sharks' fins. It's just not worth it. It didn't taste exceptionally good, but yet you have to pay a fortune to eat it. Forget about the nutritional value, if there's any. Go get yourself multivitamins and you are good as new. I mean, how long do you expect to live? And lastly, because I really want my children, and my children's children to know about this creature, please don't make them extinct.
There's creed Indian saying that goes:
Until the last tree had been fell;
Until the last river had been polluted;
Until the last fish had been caught;
Only then, will Man realise that money cannot be eaten.
I had stopped eating sharks' fins for 9 years now. Every time I went to wedding banquets or dinners that served sharks' fins, I would ask the one sitting next to me or any of my friends to eat it for me. All my poly friends knew of my ultimate detest for sharks' fins, and they would usually make "bookings" 1st, for my bowl of sharks' fins soup.
I used to eat sharks' fins. It didn't taste exceptionally good to me, but I just ate it anyways. Until the day when I chanced upon a documentary about sharks' fins hunting about 9 years ago.
I could vaguely remember the documentary now. Except the scene where the fishermen would cut off the sharks' fins and kick the sharks, now finless, back into the cold waters of the sea. But the sharks were not dead, yet. They were still alive when the fins were cut off. They were still alive when the fishermen kicked them into the sea. They were still alive when their heavy bodies sank into the bottom of the sea. They only lied on the sea bed, suffocating to their deaths. Why? Cos sharks need to move their bodies around to breathe through their gills. They will die if their bodies stopped moving.
It was a slow, if not painful death. I could still remember that the fishing boat was soaked with blood, and the fishermen were really happy with their catch. Those fins, hundreds of them, could undoubtedly sell for a lot of money. It was their livelihood and I can understand. When there is demand for sharks' fins, they will continue to kill. So from then on, I promised myself that I would not eat sharks' fins again.
It might proved to be too insignificant. I mean, how much sharks' fins can I consume a year? I am not a rich man's daughter. I don't eat sharks' fins soup every day, so why am I so stubborn about this whole thing? My friends don't get married and have banquets everyday so what's the fuss? I know. But I just wanted to do it. People who don't know me often ask me why I don't eat sharks' fins. I would just say it is to protect the sharks. They would go "oh" and probably laugh at my foolishness behind my back. But you know what? I don't really care what people think about me. I made this choice and I want to stick with it for the rest of my life.
It isn't just the cruelty. You people probably didn't know that sharks, if hunted so relentlessly for their fins, will face extinction sooner or later. I am not vegetarian, for your information. In fact, I have to admit that I am a meat lover. From beef to chicken to pork or any other meats. I love them all. But the trick is not to eat something that is endangered. And sharks is one of them. So far I had not heard about sharks being farmed for their meat and fins. But if there is, then by all means eat it. But I doubt so. Cos sharks are wonderfully mysterious creatures and I doubt anyone has the technique or know-how to farm them. They have, afterall, been around since the dinosaurs roamed the earth.
I sincerely hope that those who read this blog could share my sentiments and stop consuming sharks' fins. It's just not worth it. It didn't taste exceptionally good, but yet you have to pay a fortune to eat it. Forget about the nutritional value, if there's any. Go get yourself multivitamins and you are good as new. I mean, how long do you expect to live? And lastly, because I really want my children, and my children's children to know about this creature, please don't make them extinct.
Photography and me
I was introduced to photography during my secondary school years. It was my ECA. I still remembered the time when the teacher-in-charge came to my classroom, asking for me. After confirming my name and some other particulars, he asked me, quite solemnly," Are you sure you want to join the Photography Society?" " Yes, I am sure." I replied. But in fact I wasn't sure. I didn't have any clue at all what this photography society was all about. I can't even recalled when and why I chose this as one of the ECAs choice. I remembered the top of my list was the Library Club.
Anyways, that was the beginning. I remembered that Mr Chan (the teacher-in-charge) asked me if I liked to take photos. Back then, I thought he was referring to those point-and-shoot stuff, and I said, yes. After all, I was in charge of taking all the family photos and I really did enjoy it then. Sort of.
Then came the ultimate shock that following Saturday. He introduced me to the seniors and blah blah blah. Then came the dark room, the studio, and the other camera equipment. All these were definitely alien to me. I just stared blankly at those equipment, completely lost and not listening to Mr Chan's explanation. I began to think that I had made a wrong, if not lousy choice for ECA. Wasn't photography just point and shoot? There was more to it than this apparently.
Then the typical mindset of mine set in. Skip ECA lah. But I still dragged myself to the club every Saturday, for the sake of earning ECA points. Photography is a really expensive hobby. And I only got to know it after Mr Chan asked me to get a camera, the SLR camera, that is. I thought, get loh, no big deal mah, just a camera. But I had forgotten that I was a student who had no part time job and no income. Desperate, I asked my big brother for help. Luckily he was also a bit interested in photography, so he bought my 1st SLR camera. I remembered it was Cosina, though I can't remember where is it now.
So I started to feel more and more like part of the club, participating in outings organised by some outside photography societies. Actually, it was just a few outings that I went to. Reason being, these outings were usually organised on a Sunday, and I usually can't wake up on time. Haha.
Then, like a bottomless pit, I started to buy more lenses, to open myself to more perspectives. Of course, it was my big brother who paid for them. Then came along the costs of buying films and developing fees. By then, I was really starting to feel the pain as I watched my pocket money depleting, because I didn't just shoot for the club, but for my other school projects as well.
Then, by sec 3, I had stopped going to the club altogether. I joined other ECA, choir, because some of my classmates were in there, and they participated in the SEA Games opening. Feeling vain and thinking that there might be such opportunities where I could participate in such big events, I joined. But that was purely for fun, and I was a soprano back then.
Anyways, I stopped photography until after "O" Levels, while waiting to be enrolled into Poly, I worked part time and quite suddenly, my passion for photography started to ooze from nowhere. I then, for the 1st time, purchased my 1st SLR camera, a Nikon FM10, using my own money. Ya I was proud because it cost me almost $500. I was still quite poor, remember?
During poly days, I would take pictures of the campus surroundings (my poly was quite a pleasant looking campus in those days), and even helped a friend for her project. So during that time, I was quite consistent. But after I graduated and started working, all came to a standstill, again.
Well, it wasn't as if I didn't think about photography. I was busy. And someone(I won't mention who) else deterred me from picking this hobby up again. Then I left the company and I met somebody who shares the same passion as I do. Luckily this fat guy encouraged and sometimes discouraged me from getting a DSLR. But I got one anyways. I was rich with no strings attached, so I bought my 1st DSLR camera, a Canon 350D. Nothing fancy as I considered myself to be a newbie in digital photography.
And talk about the advantages of going digital, hehe. No more buying of films and developing photos unnecessarily. Just shoot and save, delete if don't like. How convenient. But DSLRs are damned expensive. So are the other peripherals. But I am contented right now, with what I had.
But it is only until now that I can fully appreciate photography. The color, the composition, the feel... and lots more. I feel like this is the beginning and there is no way I am stopping now. Everytime I looked at my pictures, good or bad, I would think of how I could do better the next time.
Now I really feel that there IS something which I CAN do. I feel alive again.
Anyways, that was the beginning. I remembered that Mr Chan (the teacher-in-charge) asked me if I liked to take photos. Back then, I thought he was referring to those point-and-shoot stuff, and I said, yes. After all, I was in charge of taking all the family photos and I really did enjoy it then. Sort of.
Then came the ultimate shock that following Saturday. He introduced me to the seniors and blah blah blah. Then came the dark room, the studio, and the other camera equipment. All these were definitely alien to me. I just stared blankly at those equipment, completely lost and not listening to Mr Chan's explanation. I began to think that I had made a wrong, if not lousy choice for ECA. Wasn't photography just point and shoot? There was more to it than this apparently.
Then the typical mindset of mine set in. Skip ECA lah. But I still dragged myself to the club every Saturday, for the sake of earning ECA points. Photography is a really expensive hobby. And I only got to know it after Mr Chan asked me to get a camera, the SLR camera, that is. I thought, get loh, no big deal mah, just a camera. But I had forgotten that I was a student who had no part time job and no income. Desperate, I asked my big brother for help. Luckily he was also a bit interested in photography, so he bought my 1st SLR camera. I remembered it was Cosina, though I can't remember where is it now.
So I started to feel more and more like part of the club, participating in outings organised by some outside photography societies. Actually, it was just a few outings that I went to. Reason being, these outings were usually organised on a Sunday, and I usually can't wake up on time. Haha.
Then, like a bottomless pit, I started to buy more lenses, to open myself to more perspectives. Of course, it was my big brother who paid for them. Then came along the costs of buying films and developing fees. By then, I was really starting to feel the pain as I watched my pocket money depleting, because I didn't just shoot for the club, but for my other school projects as well.
Then, by sec 3, I had stopped going to the club altogether. I joined other ECA, choir, because some of my classmates were in there, and they participated in the SEA Games opening. Feeling vain and thinking that there might be such opportunities where I could participate in such big events, I joined. But that was purely for fun, and I was a soprano back then.
Anyways, I stopped photography until after "O" Levels, while waiting to be enrolled into Poly, I worked part time and quite suddenly, my passion for photography started to ooze from nowhere. I then, for the 1st time, purchased my 1st SLR camera, a Nikon FM10, using my own money. Ya I was proud because it cost me almost $500. I was still quite poor, remember?
During poly days, I would take pictures of the campus surroundings (my poly was quite a pleasant looking campus in those days), and even helped a friend for her project. So during that time, I was quite consistent. But after I graduated and started working, all came to a standstill, again.
Well, it wasn't as if I didn't think about photography. I was busy. And someone(I won't mention who) else deterred me from picking this hobby up again. Then I left the company and I met somebody who shares the same passion as I do. Luckily this fat guy encouraged and sometimes discouraged me from getting a DSLR. But I got one anyways. I was rich with no strings attached, so I bought my 1st DSLR camera, a Canon 350D. Nothing fancy as I considered myself to be a newbie in digital photography.
And talk about the advantages of going digital, hehe. No more buying of films and developing photos unnecessarily. Just shoot and save, delete if don't like. How convenient. But DSLRs are damned expensive. So are the other peripherals. But I am contented right now, with what I had.
But it is only until now that I can fully appreciate photography. The color, the composition, the feel... and lots more. I feel like this is the beginning and there is no way I am stopping now. Everytime I looked at my pictures, good or bad, I would think of how I could do better the next time.
Now I really feel that there IS something which I CAN do. I feel alive again.
Blogs from my friendster account
I have decided to copy some of my blog entries from my friendster account. I just thought they were wonderfully written (joking lah), so I would like to share them with the people here.
Here goes.
Here goes.
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