Friday, November 30, 2007 0 comments

watched Enchanted last weekend, its really nice! in fact, i find it much nicer than Stardust!

Its so funny yet sweet at the same time, so fairytale yet so real.

really a movie worth watching.

Annie Wersching sang so well!

the songs are so nice!

i loveeeee this song:



and True Love's Kiss with lyrics that goes:

(Giselle/Amy)
When you meet this someone
who is meant for you
Before two can become one
there's something you must do
(Woodland Creatures)
Do you pull eachother's tails?
Do you feed eachother seeds?
(G/A)
[Laughs] No, There is something sweeter everybody needs.

I've been dreaming of a true love's kiss
And a prince, I'm hoping, comes with this
That's what brings ever-aftering so happy
That's the reason we need lips so much
For lips are the only things that touch
So to spend a life of endless bliss
Just find who you love through true love's kiss

Ahahahaha Ahahahaha Ahahahahaha
(Woodland Creatures)
Ahahahaha Ahahahaha Ahahahahaha
She's been dreaming of a true love's kiss
And a prince, she's hoping, comes with this
That's what springs ever-afterings so happy
That's the reason we need lips so much
For lips are the only things that touch
(G/A)
So to spend a life of endless bliss
Just find who you love through true love's kiss

(Edward/James)
You're the fairest maid I've ever met
You were made (G/A) to finish your duet
(Together)
And in years to come we'll reminisce
(E/J)
How we came to love
(G/A)
And grew and grew love
(Together)
Since first we knew love through True Love's Kiss!


Boy boy kept singing this to me after the movie, with a little change from true's love kiss to girl like you..

I've been dreaming of a girl like you


so sweet! *shy*

go watch the movie if you haven't! you wont regret!! =D
Wednesday, November 21, 2007 0 comments
got it from m.y. beeen long time since i last did this! lol


1. Who eats more?
i used to eat more. he eats more than me now, as i always push food to him (that i cant finish). =X

2. Who said "I love you" first?
seriously, i cant rem. i think its him. i don't recall saying that first to anyone.

3. Who is the morning person?
him. at least he wakes up when he hears the alarm goes off. i don't even hear it! xD

4. Who sings better?
me, me, me, me, me! ok, he sings jus as good.

5. Who’s older?
him

6. Who’s smarter?
i am street-smart, he is intellectually smart. we complement each other. (,^^)(^^,)

7. Whose temper is worse?
he has a good temper but once his line is crossed, he IS scary.

8. Who does the laundry?
he doesn't know how to use the washing machine! =.=

9. Who does the dishes?
him, cos he always eat the slowest!

10. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed?
me. i like to zzz near the wall.

11. Whose feet are bigger?
of cos its his!!

12. Whose hair is longer?
=.= me. i don't like long hair guys.

13. Who’s better with the computer?
hmmmmm..we are both good at it, in different ways.

14. Do you have pets?
nope

15. Who pays the bills?
we pay our own bills.

16. Who cooks dinner?
my mum. i am a lucky girl who gets to have home-cooked meal everyday. =D
anyway, he cant cook. NOT AT ALL. *pouts*

17. Who drives when you are together?
he does! he loves driving me around and i love being driven by him. =)

18. Who pays when you go out to dinner?
both. depends.

19. Who’s the most stubborn?
i think i am more stubborn.

20. Who is the first one to admit when they’re wrong?
both. if i am wrong, i will admit. he is wrong, he will admit. tat's one of the reasons why our r/s is the envy of all. =P

21. Whose family do you see more?
mine!

22. Who named your pet?
N.A.

23. Who kissed who first?
he insisted that i kissed him first. lol.

24. Who asked who out?
no one. we met when he came by to fetch all of us home. lol.

26. Who’s more sensitive?
none. we are both too preoccupied to be sensitive about anything. lol.

27. Who’s taller?
him. i like taller guys.

28. Who has more friends?
me. but then again, we have a huge group of common friends. haha.

29. Who has more siblings?
same.

30. Who wears the pants in the relationship?
what do you think? =P
Tuesday, November 20, 2007 0 comments
read the newspaper few days back. it mentioned this French philosopher, André Gorz's suicide with his wife in September 22nd 2007.

In the newspaper, it quoted of a paragraph of a 75-page letter from André Gorz to his wife, which was published into a book in 2006:

“You will soon be 82. You have shrunk six centimetres and you weigh just 45 kilos and you are still beautiful, gracious and desirable. It is now 58 years that we have lived together and I love you more than ever.”


it had a loving photo attached:

from the photo, u can see love and happiness written on their faces.


the reason for the suicide was his wife, Dorine had been tormented by a tragic illness and he did not want to survive her death, neither did she. therefore, they committed suicide in their home with a lethal injection.

i went online to look for more details.

credits to: timesonline

The joint suicide of André Gorz, the French philosopher and founder of the magazine Le Nouvel Observateur, and his British-born wife Dorine, who was suffering from a fatal disease, has turned the love letter that he wrote to her into a surprise bestseller.

Gorz, 84, a friend of Jean-Paul Sartre, and Dorine, 83, committed suicide by lethal injection at their home in the village of Vosnon, east of Paris, on September 22. Two days later a friend found them lying side-by-side in their bedroom.

Gorz’s 75-page Lettre à D. Histoire d’un Amour (Letter to D. Story of a Love), published a year earlier, was a tribute to his wife. One French critic described the work, which won him a wider audience than his essays on ecology and anti-capitalism, as his “intellectual and emotional testament”.

The couple met by chance at a card game in 1947 and married in 1949. “You will soon be 82. You have shrunk six centimetres and you weigh just 45 kilos and you are still beautiful, gracious and desirable,” the book starts. “It is now 58 years that we have lived together and I love you more than ever.”

Gorz goes on to describe finding out in 1973 that Dorine, who managed foreign rights for the publisher Galilée, suffered from an incurable condition caused by the contrast agent lipiodol that was used for x-rays before a back operation that she underwent in 1965. Traces of the agent reached her skull and led to cysts in her cervix, painfully pressuring her nerves.

Two years later the couple learnt that she also suffered from another illness:

I took a photo of you, from behind: you are walking with your feet in the water on the beach of La Jolla. You are 52. You are amazing. It’s one of the images of you that I like best.

I looked at that photo for a long while after we got back home, when you told me you wondered if you didn’t have some sort of cancer. You’d already wondered that before we left for the United States but hadn’t wanted to say anything to me. Why not? ‘If I have to die, I wanted to see California beforehand,’ you told me calmly.

Your endometrial cancer hadn’t been picked up in your annual checkup. Once the diagnosis was made and the date of the operation set, we went to spend a week in the house you’d designed. I carved your name in the stone with a chisel. That house was magic. All the spaces had a trapezoidal shape. The bedroom windows looked out over the treetops.

The first night, we didn’t sleep. We were both listening to each other breathing. Then a nightingale started singing and a second one, further away, started answering. We said very little to each other. I spent the day digging and looked up from time to time at the bedroom window. You were standing there, motionless, staring into the distance. I am sure you were practising taming death in order to fight it without fear. You were so beautiful and so determined in your silence that I couldn’t imagine you giving up living.

I took time off from Le Nouvel Observateur and shared your room at the clinic. The first night, through the open window, I heard all of Schubert’s Ninth Symphony. It is etched in me, every note. I remember every moment spent at the clinic. Pierre, our doctor friend from the CNRS (Centre National de la Recherche Scientifique), who came to hear your latest news every morning, said to me: ‘You are going through moments of exceptional intensity. You’ll remember this always.’ I wanted to know what chances the oncol-ogist gave you of surviving five years. Pierre brought me the answer: ‘50-50.’

When you came out of the clinic we went back to our house. Your spirit thrilled me and reassured me. You’d escaped death and life took on a new meaning and a new value. A friend immediately understood this when you saw him at a party. He stared into your eyes for a long time and he said to you: ‘You’ve seen the other side.’ I don’t know how you responded or what else you said. But these are the words he said to me, straight afterwards: ‘Those eyes! Now I understand what she means to you.’

You had seen ‘the other side’; you’d come back from the land no one comes back from. This changed your perspective. We made the same resolution without consulting each other. An English Romantic once summed it up in a sentence: ‘There is no wealth but life.’

During the months you were convalescing, I decided to take my retirement at 60. I started counting the weeks till I could pack up. I took pleasure in cooking, in tracking down organic produce that would help you get your strength back, in ordering the specially tailored medications that a homeopath had recommended you take.

Ecology became a way of life and a daily practice without ceasing to imply the requirement of a completely different civilisation. I’d reached the age where you ask yourself what you’ve done with your life, what you would like to have done with it. I had the impression of not having lived my life, of having always observed it at a distance, of having developed only one side of myself and being poor as a person. You were, and always had been, richer than I was. You’d blossomed and grown in every dimension. You were at home in your life; whereas I’d always been in a hurry to move on to the next task, as though our life would only really begin later.

I asked myself what was the inessential that I needed to give up in order to concentrate on the essential. I told myself that, to grasp the reach of the upheavals that were looming in every domain, there had to be more space and time for reflection than the full-time exercise of my profession as a journalist allowed.

I was amazed that my leaving the journal, after 20 years of collaboration, was neither painful to myself nor to others. I remember having written that, at the end of the day, only one thing was essential to me: to be with you. I can’t imagine continuing to write, if you no longer are. You are the essential without which all the rest, no matter how important it seems to me when you are there, loses its meaning and its importance. I told you that in the dedication of my last work.

Twenty-three years have gone by since we went off to live in the country, first in ‘your’ house, which radiated a sense of meditative harmony. A harmony we enjoyed for only three years. They started building a nuclear power station nearby and that drove us away. We found another house, very old, cool in summer, warm in winter, with huge grounds. It was a place where you could be happy.

Where there was only a meadow you created a garden of hedges and shrubs. I planted 200 trees there. For a few years we still did a bit of travelling; but all the vibrating and jolting around involved in any means of transport, no matter what, triggers headaches and pain through your whole body. Arach-noiditis has forced you, little by little, to abandon most of your favourite activities. You hide your suffering. Our friends think you’re ‘in great shape’. You’ve never stopped encouraging me to write. Over the 23 years we’ve spent in our house, I’ve published six books and hundreds of articles and interviews.

We’ve had dozens of visitors from every corner of the globe and I’ve given dozens of interviews. I surely have not lived up to the resolution made 30 years ago: to live completely at home in the present, mindful above all of the richness that is our shared life. I’m now reliving the instants when I made that resolution with a sense of urgency. I don’t have any major work in the pipeline. I don’t want ‘to put off living till later’ - in Georges Bataille’s phrase – any longer.

I am as mindful of your presence now as in the early days and would like to make you feel that. You’ve given me all of your life and all of you; I’d like to be able to give you all of me in the time we have left.

You’ve just turned 82. You are still beautiful, graceful and desirable. We’ve lived together now for 58 years and I love you more than ever. Lately I’ve fallen in love with you all over again and I once more carry inside me a gnawing emptiness that can only be filled by your body snuggled up against mine.

At night I sometimes see the figure of a man, on an empty road in a deserted landscape, walking behind a hearse. I am that man. It’s you the hearse is carrying away. I don’t want to be there for your cremation; I don’t want to be given an urn with your ashes in it. I hear the voice of Kathleen Ferrier singing, ‘Die Welt ist leer, Ich will nicht leben mehr’ and I wake up. I check your breathing, my hand brushes over you.

Each of us would like not to survive the other’s death. We’ve often said to ourselves that if, by some miracle, we were to have a second life, we’d like to spend it together.

Extracted from Lettre à D. Histoire d’un Amour by André Gorz. Translated by Julie Rose


though i was saddened by their deaths, it touched me. 58 years of love, undying love. in this century, where divorces are everywhere, theirs bloomed. how many relationships did we see was as loving as this?

let's not talk about 58years of marriage, most can't even survive half a decade.

people do not treasure relationships as much as before. they fall in and out of love as fast as they change cars.

to have more than half a century of love, that do not fade is hard enough, not to mention a love which grows stronger everyday through out the years.

this is a fairytale love that happened on earth. their deaths saddened people, but their loves touched lives.

if there is really a second life, i hope they will continue this undying love.

so people, treasure what you have. if you have found the love of your life, do not give it up for anything else.

in this world, the best thing in life is free.
Saturday, November 17, 2007 0 comments
got another surprise yesterday. never expected it. serious. i didn't have any birthday celebration, as thus, i did not expect any presents too and definitely not this present.

but i got it.

a present from these angels:

jayce, jeremy, pamela, dos, ben, meiying, pei pei, tom, eddy, gary & marcus.

its not so much of having present, but the present being given.

i did not expect to be this.

the moment i saw this, i knew who is the one who suggested this present.

that is what touched me.

a casual conversation, a casual mention, and it was remembered.

thank you.

thank you angels. =)





now i can listen to radio. thanks to the angels. x)
Thursday, November 15, 2007 0 comments
i am officially 24. this year, there is no celebrations, no loads of presents, no large bunch of friends, yet, it didn't dampen any birthday spirit.

i did not have huge birthday dinner thrown for me, no expensive gifts, no jeweleries, no flowers. what i had were sms-es from all my friends, overseas calls from those i loved jus to say happy birthday, simple cards that said so much, words handwritten, cards handmade and necklace custom-made. these hold more meaning than huge parties, expensive presents, roses.

my bf did not buy me anything, jus a simple dinner with my family, a cake with my favorite fruit in it, a card with the character i loved most and words that said so much more than a dozen roses. a simple card with his primary school handwriting made me fell in love with him all over again and reminded me why i chose to be with him in the first place.





my best friend did not celebrate with me, she wasn't even in Singapore on my birthday. all she had were 2 registered mails to me: a custom-made necklace and a handmade card, something she doesn't do for except those she loves most. nothing complicated, no expensive drinks nor cakes or even a peck on cheek; still, it touched my heart and made me tear.







2 girls in the center = us, the best friends.

my mum never give me any presents, jus a card that tells a dozen words. jus a simple card and my heart swelled.


one of my male close friends who was busy with exams (and other stuff) sms-ed happy birthday and chit chat with me when he did not even bother answering other people's calls.

one who never remembers people's birthdays, who was so busy with work remembered mine.

one who was distance away called me on the day of my birthday on overseas call just to wish me happy birthday.

and so much more from the rest i loved.

maybe i am getting older, heart means more than things now.

words means more than actions. i love these little gifts more than grand birthday dinners or presents. thank you, all who wished me happy birthday. =)
Saturday, November 10, 2007 0 comments
i do not understand how people use the toilets. what do they do in there? its always dirty. i dono about male cubicles (though i heard they are always dirty too), but the female ones are way disgusting.

poop, urine, blood,toilet papers, everywhere. all over the toilet bowls! the cleaner cleans them every morning and by afternoon, 2 out of 3 cubicles will be dirtied by people.

some of you may know i work in a private hospital where rich people visit, local or overseas. so i am appalled to see how dirty the cubicles can be. jus take a look:

*beware. disturbing pics.




there will be blood too. it seemed they squat on it, and thus, all the mess.

toilet bowl is for sitting, not squatting!

even if squat, should aim better!

most amazing is urine sometimes end up at the back of the toilet bowl, not the front which, unless they were standing like guys, they couldn't end up there! =.=

i don't understand why is it so difficult for people to use the toilet PROPERLY.

in a so called higher class hospital, u would think that people will be more civilized, but apparently, that's not the case.

i haven't been to all floors of the hospital, so maybe its just my floor in particular which is more prone to such people. *shrugs*

maybe we should start putting up instructions on how to use the cubicle. just posters of keeping the toilets clean aren't enough.

they do not know how to use in the first place, so how are they going to know how to keep it clean?

*rolleyes*

singapore a clean country, well, i beg to differ.
Friday, November 09, 2007 0 comments
this is an amazing emoticon flash!

it is done by ~JPIshiro from Germany, a very very talented and patient artist.

it seems to be developing still, so the floors are being added as time passes.

you can see the original at deviant art:

http://jpishiro.deviantart.com/art/Highest-Smiley-Skyscraper-Ever-57051771

and this is the charming artist's profile page:

http://jpishiro.deviantart.com/

and his personal website:

http://www.jpstein.de/

lastly, the Highest Smiley Skyscraper Ever =) :

Tuesday, November 06, 2007 0 comments
changed my layout. the previous layout had some problems which well, no one could find out the cause of it.

the only way to solve it? design another layout.

and ta-da! a brand new layout. =D

anyway, still prefer such an open layout. seems... more spacious.

all the clicking were driving me crazy somehow, not that i din like my layout. i love all the layouts i had done over the years. =) just that, i prefer a clear-cut image where you can see everything in one page.

most of my friends prefer that way too. so yea. haha.

guess this layout gonna stay for quite some time till i have inspiration again!

maybe i will add new pics onto the collage every once a while. dono. let's see how it goes.

too many pics will make it look too messy.

meanwhile, this looks just nice. not too scattered, not too cramped. just right on dot. =)

oh btw, my hp died on me the other day and now, i only have contacts that i knew last year before my bdae (mid nov).. so those who knew me after that and have my hp no, please sms me your number again alright?

with your name please.

thank you very much! ^^
Sunday, November 04, 2007 0 comments
Went to watch The Game Plan on Saturday with Gary, boy and mum. it was a great movie! Darn funny! Worth the watch, seriously. No need to say so much, you just need to know that wh laughed really really loud even when no one else was laughing. so it must be really good. x)


Go watch it! You won't regret. =D


anyway, weekend was boring. weekends ARE boring. maybe i am getting old. maybe its cos my birthday is coming. as you get older, the urge and need to celebrate birthday fades. why remind yourself you are no longer a kid? no longer have the innocence and simplicity?

so this year, i decided not to celebrate (in fact, i said that every year since i got over 21yrs old).

of cos, presents are welcome still! *winks*
Saturday, November 03, 2007 0 comments
sorry for the long due post for my halloween party. it was as usual, squeezy, lots (and i mean LOTS) of waiting and queuing, and fights. only fun part would be dressing up and looking at all the different dressing people had.

didn't get alot of pics though, as gary said, "club and pics do not seem to mix well", so not much pics taken.

the worse of all was the dance floor.

people were squeezing each other and idiots took up space for the groping, french kissing and i-want-to-fuck-you actions to their dates. i seriously don't understand why cant they jus find a toilet and screw each other's minds out, instead, they ASSUME the rest of the world LOVE to watch how they get into that. *rolleyes*

its ok to kiss here and there, but groping, wrapping into each other that you can't figure out whose arms are whose and whose legs are grabbing whose? that's gross. it didn't help when they looked more like accidentally being glued together in an awkard position. =.=

really wish to @#()^$)^($*^_#

anyway, it was an experience, but if i were to go next year, i will make sure i got there darn early, get a spot and don't move till the end of night.

ok, pics time, with some taken by jerome's gf, shan and gary. =)



























From here, all pics were taken by jerome's gf, shan. =)













here's from hp shots. =)





that's all. hope you enjoy the pics. ;-)
 
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