Read My Mind

How easy is it to read someone's mind? How good or bad would it even be if we possess the special capability to do so? But it all still seems so impossible. We humans can only make it easier to read someone's mind, but definitely, we can't simply read it off without understanding that person.

Often, misunderstanding occurs. And that can be one of the worst thing that can be happening to me. I hate to be in a situation whereby i caught in between trying to explain myself clearly, and at the same time, already been misunderstood by others. Precisely, it's because of this tiring explanation job, many don't even bother to explain at times. Till time either fade that misunderstanding, or if not, wait till things get worse, that relationship will be torn, possibly forever.

It always seems to us that what we remark in this consciousness is obvious. Hidden meaning aren't easy to be noticed or even discovered. Speak with empathy, make logical or educated guesses on what the person might be thinking, observe his eyes and actions...all in all, it's tiring, but necessary.

Maintaining a relationship factors in understanding whoever is involved, including spending time to do what's mentioned above. Once that level of understanding is reached, slowly, the chances of misunderstanding is minimized. Ever seen buddies who can simply just click the moment they meet? They could even know what the other party is thinking. That bond i called it, is inseperable. It's almost telepathy. I wish i could have that with all my friends, and i really do....

No, I'm Not

Not a dog
Not a puppt
Not an idiot
Not a toy
Not a retard
Not a dimwit
Not a fool
Not a jackass
Not a sparetyre
Not a pet
Not a backup
Not a sucker
Not a kid

Try harder....

It Really Hurts

My problem took a huge turn. The pain wasn't just pain, it's nearly unbearable when i moved into certain positions. Standing up from a sitting down position became a detestable task which i've been doing so easily in the past. Probably, it's until the edge of losing something that you realise how precious it is.

My lecturer was saying, Human Beings living in a cosmopolitan society like Singapore has taken things for granted way too often. She simply mentioned some words to describe it all - 'the backyard syndrome'. She further explains how a person couldn't be bothered with his backyard until a day when someone throws something into the backyard then only will he worry.

For things even as simple as walking could be taken for granted, same goes to eyesight, sense of hearing etc. Ask the blind and they'll tell you how lucky you are.

For now, i just wished my back can recover fast. I miss bending down wearing my shoes and socks, i miss lying down flat on my bed and sleep, i miss jogging and running.......

Happy Birthday Don

It's 24 September again. Coincidentally, it's the celebration of this 24 years of wonderful life. I'm glad i walked near half of that and made a wonderful friend. Happy 24th Birthday and May All Your Wishes Come True!! Just a few quote to celebrate your birthday as a friend alongside with our friendship! Cheers!

- Friendship doubles our joy and divides our grief
- Friendship is never finished, only abandoned
- A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out
- The language of friendship is not words but meanings


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On the side note, i was especially touched by LayHuannies and Jon for the pillow they bought. No words can explain or describe how surprising and touched i am. They learnt about my back problem and poof, they got me a pillow.

Sometimes, it's the words and actions that makes all the difference. Spread it all people. Cheers

I'm a Superman

I thought everything well over and done with. I THOUGHT. Yet, rubbish always find its way to my ears. However, i'm not the same as before, or just thought she thinks i am. I found just a song which totally speaks myself out. There you go, Superman by Eminem.


Dina Rae: Mmmmm..
Marshall: You high baby?
Dina Rae: Yeahhh
Eminem: Oh yeah?
Dina Rae: Talk to me
Eminem: You want me to tell you somethin?
Dina Rae: Uh-huh
Eminem: I know what you want to hear

[ Chorus ] [ Eminem and Dina Rae ]

I know you want me baby, I think I want you too
(I think I love you baby) I think I love you too
I'm here to save you girl, come be in Shady's world
I want to grow together, let's let our love unfurl
You know you want me baby, you know I want you too
They call me Superman, I'm here to rescue you
I want to save you girl, come be in Shady's world
(Ooh boy you drive me crazy) Bitch, you make me hurl

[ Verse 1 ]

They call me Superman
Leap tall hoes in a single bound, I'm single now
Got no ring on this finger now
I'd never let another chick bring me down
in a relationship, save it bitch
Babysit? You make me sick
Superman ain't savin shit
Girl you can jump on Shady's dick
Straight from the hip, cut to the chase
I tell a muh'fuckin slut to her face
Play no games, say no names
Ever since I broke up with what's-her-face
I'm a different man, kiss my ass
Kiss my lips, bitch why ask?
Kiss my dick - get my cash?
I'd rather have you whip my ass
Don't put out, I'll put you out
Won't get out, I'll push you out
Puss blew out, poppin shit
Wouldn't piss on fire to put you out
Am I too nice, to buy you ice?
Bitch if you died, wouldn't buy you life
What you tryin to be my new wife?
What you Mariah? Fly through twice

[ Bridge ]

But I do know one thing though
Bitches, they come they go
Saturday through Sunday, Monday
Monday through Sunday yo
Maybe I'll love you one day
Maybe we'll someday grow
'Til then just sit your drunk ass
on that fuckin runway ho

[ Chorus ]

Cause I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman, your Superman your Superman

[ Verse 2 ]

Don't get me wrong - I love these hoes
It's no secret, everybody knows
Yeah we fucked, bitch so what?
That's about as far as your buddy goes
We'll be friends, I'll call you again
I'll chase you around every bar you attend
Never know what kind of car I'll be in
We'll see how much you'll be partyin then
You don't want that, neither do I
I don't want to flip when I see you with guys
Too much pride, between you and I
Not a jealous man but females lie
But I guess that's just what sluts do
How could it ever be just us two?
I'd never love you enough to trust you
We just met and I just fucked you

[ Bridge ]

[ Chorus ]

[ Verse 3 ]

First thing you say, "I'm not fazed I hang around big stars all day
I don't see what the big deal is anyway you're just plain old Marshall to me"
Ooh yea girl run that game "Hailie Jade? I love that name!
Love that tattoo - what's that say?, rot in pieces? uh, that's great"
First off you don't know Marshall, at all so don't grow partial
That's ammo for my arsenal, I'll slap you off that bar stool
There goes another lawsuit leave handprints all across you
Good Lordy whodi, you must be gone off that water bottle
You want what you can't have, Ooh girl that's too damn bad
Don't touch what you can't grab, end up with two backhands
Put anthrax on a tampax and slap you 'til you can't stand
Girl you just blew your chance don't mean to ruin your plans

[ Bridge ]

[ Chorus ]

Bad Bad Day

It was a bad week to start off with. Work on weekend has ruin my fantastic plan of my long weekend. Not to mention my back pain has aggravate. Worse of all, came a large hole on my wallet and gone are my money and guitar picks.

Anything else..coming up????????????

Broken Heart = Death

Chanced this upon a website. It seems like we human beings can literally die from a broken heart. So whatever it is, it's always better to take things at your own stride. I've heard of stories on how a lady passed away just 2 days after her partner did. A wake for one could easily turn into a wake for two.

It's always better to show concern to family or even friends who're on their down side of life. I'll never forgot how my broken heart is mended, much due to those who really showed and showered me with the necessary concern and support.

Read this article and you'll know the consequences.

Heartbreak increases heart attack risk

SYDNEY : People mourning the loss of a loved one are six times more likely to suffer cardiac arrest, potential proof that you can indeed die of a broken heart, Australian researchers said Tuesday.

According to a Heart Foundation study of the physical changes suffered immediately after a profound loss, grieving people were at significantly higher risk of heart problems, said lead researcher Thomas Buckley.

"We found higher blood pressure, increased heart rate and changes to immune system and clotting that would increase the risk of heart attack," Buckley said.

Of the 160 people studied, half were mourning the loss of a partner or child, and their risk of heart attack increased six-fold, he said.

The risk, which was evident in people as young as 30, reduced after six months and levelled out after two years, he added.

A sudden flood of stress hormones is believed to be behind the grief-induced heartache, a condition that earlier studies have found is more likely to affect women.

Hectic, Furlough, Reality

NATAS Fair was a killer. It took a heavy toil on me. It was successful and i thought all those bookings were manageable. But it never turned out to be so, much due to expected but unforeseen circumstances. Seems abit contradicting but it's really how things are now. Given all the hard work and stuff, to think that i was shocked by the figure produced today by our General Manager. For a relatively decent sized company like UOB Travel, from start of the year till now, the company only made 4k. YES, you didn't see wrongly, only $4000.00 bucks!

This piece of news alarmed me. Those news on how NATAS broke its record in travel sales, those news on how H1N1 and economic downturn aren't preventing people from travelling, those news on how Singaporeans are gaining the confidence to travel suddenly seems so inaccurate. The figure of profit made me feel how insignificant i am. It's a weird and uncertain feeling.

Post NATAS was of intense atmosphere. Staying up late at work became a routine. I miss my bed, i miss my mum's home cooked food, i miss lazing in front of my computer, i miss going out for a dinner and catch up with my friends.....but i haven't been able to do much of that lately.

Macau was spectacular. Hong Kong was amazing and yummy. Everything else was comforting and nice, a great escape from the pile-up of work and rantings of some.

But yet again, it's back to the battlefield and i really dread the life of 8.30am to 11pm work. I feel like an ox, on a never ending ready-to-be-harvested plot of land...can i just...give it up? But one thing to bad glad about i passed my exams, with another burden in mind....

What the Modern Woman Wants

Do take some time to read this essay. Definitely worth reading. Enjoy!
A 15-YEAR-OLD Singaporean, competing against 16- to 18-year-olds, has won the top prize in a writing contest that drew 5,300 entries from 52 countries..
In the annual Commonwealth Essay Competition, Amanda Chong of Raffles Girls' School chose to compete in the older category and won with a piece on the restlessness of modern life.
Her short story, titled What The Modern Woman Wants, focused on the conflict in values between an old lady and her independent-minded daughter.

'Through my story, I attempted to convey the unique East-versus-West struggles and generation gaps that I felt were characteristic of young people in my country,' said Amanda, who likes drama, history and literature and wants to become a lawyer and a politician.
Chief examiner Charles Kemp called her piece a 'powerfully moving and ironical critique of modern restlessness and its potentially cruel consequences'. The writing is fluent and assured, with excellent use of dialogue.

Amanda gets (S$1,590). A Singaporean last won the top prize in 2000, said Britain 's Royal Commonwealth Society, which has been organising the competition since 1883. Enjoy reading folks...

What the Modern Woman Wants
By Amanda Chong Wei-Zhen

The old woman sat in the backseat of the magenta convertible as it careened down the highway, clutching tightly to the plastic bag on her lap, afraid it may be kidnapped by the wind. She was not used to such speed, with trembling hands she pulled the seatbelt tighter but was careful not to touch the patent leather seats with her callused fingers, her daughter had warned her not to dirty it, 'Fingerprints show very clearly on white, Ma.'

Her daughter, Bee Choo, was driving and talking on her sleek silver mobile phone using big words the old woman could barely understand. 'Finance''Liquidation' 'Assets' 'Investments'... Her voice was crisp and important and had an unfamiliar lilt to it. Her Bee Choo sounded like one of those foreign girls on television. She was speaking in an American accent.

The old lady clucked her tongue in disapproval.

'I absolutely cannot have this. We have to sell!' Her daughter exclaimed agitatedly as she stepped on the accelerator; her perfectly manicured fingernails gripping onto the steering wheel in irritation.

'I can't DEAL with this anymore!' she yelled as she clicked the phone shut and hurled it angrily toward the backseat. The mobile phone hit the old woman on the forehead and nestled soundlessly into her lap.. She calmly picked it up and handed it to her daughter.

'Sorry, Ma,' she said, losing the American pretence and switching to Mandarin. 'I have a big client in America . There have been a lot of problems.'

The old lady nodded knowingly. Her daughter was big and important.

Bee Choo stared at her mother from the rear view window, wondering what she was thinking. Her mother's wrinkled countenance always carried the same cryptic look.
The phone began to ring again, an artificially cheerful digital tune, which broke the awkward silence.

'Hello, Beatrice! Yes, this is Elaine.' Elaine. The old woman cringed. I didn't name her Elaine. She remembered her daughter telling her, how an English name was very important for 'networking', Chinese ones being easily forgotten.

'Oh no, I can't see you for lunch today. I have to take the ancient relic to the temple for her weird daily prayer ritual.'

Ancient Relic. The old woman understood perfectly it was referring to her. Her daughter always assumed that her mother's silence meant she did not comprehend.
'Yes, I know! My car seats will be reeking of joss sticks!'

The old woman pursed her lips tightly, her hands gripping her plastic bag in defence.
The car curved smoothly into the temple courtyard. It looked almost garish next to the dull sheen of the ageing temple's roof. The old woman got out of the back seat, and made her unhurried way to the main hall.

Her daughter stepped out of the car in her business suit and stilettos and reapplied her lipstick as she made her brisk way to her mother's side.

'Ma, I'll wait outside. I have an important phone call to make,' she said, not bothering to hide her disgust at the pungent fumes of incense.

The old lady hobbled into the temple hall and lit a joss stick, she knelt down solemnly and whispered her now familiar daily prayer to the Gods.

Thank you God of the Sky, you have given my daughter luck all these years. Everything I prayed for, you have given her. She has everything a young woman in this world could possibly want. She has a big house with a swimming pool, a maid to help her, as she is too clumsy to sew or cook.

Her love life has been blessed; she is engaged to a rich and handsome angmoh man. Her company is now the top financial firm and even men listen to what she says. She lives the perfect life. You have given her everything except happiness. I ask that the gods be merciful to her even if she has lost her roots while reaping the harvest of success.

What you see is not true, she is a filial daughter to me. She gives me a room in her big house and provides well for me. She is rude to me only because I affect her happiness. A young woman does not want to be hindered by her old mother. It is my fault.

The old lady prayed so hard that tears welled up in her eyes. Finally, with her head bowed in reverence she planted the half-burnt joss stick into an urn of smouldering ashes.

She bowed once more. The old woman had been praying for her daughter for thirty-two years. When her stomach was round like a melon, she came to the temple and prayed that it was a son.
Then the time was ripe and the baby slipped out of her womb, bawling and adorable with fat thighs and pink cheeks, but unmistakably, a girl. Her husband had kicked and punched her for producing a useless baby who could not work or carry the family name.

Still, the woman returned to the temple with her new-born girl tied to her waist in a sarong and prayed that her daughter would grow up and have everything she ever wanted. Her husband left her and she prayed that her daughter would never have to depend on a man.

She prayed every day that her daughter would be a great woman, the woman that she, meek and uneducated, could never become. A woman with nengkan; the ability to do anything she set her mind to. A woman who commanded respect in the hearts of men. When she opened her mouth to speak, precious pearls would fall out and men would listen.

She will not be like me, the woman prayed as she watched her daughter grow up and drift away from her, speaking a language she scarcely understood. She watched her daughter transform from a quiet girl, to one who openly defied her, calling her laotu; old-fashioned.. She wanted her mother to be 'modern', a word so new there was no Chinese word for it.

Now her daughter was too clever for her and the old woman wondered why she had prayed like that. The gods had been faithful to her persistent prayer, but the wealth and success that poured forth so richly had buried the girl's roots and now she stood, faceless, with no identity, bound to the soil of her ancestors by only a string of origami banknotes.

Her daughter had forgotten her mother's values.. Her wants were so ephemeral; that of a modern woman. Power, Wealth, access to the best fashion boutiques, and yet her daughter had not found true happiness. The old woman knew that you could find happiness with much less.. When her daughter left the earth everything she had would count for nothing. People would look to her legacy and say that she was a great woman, but she would be forgotten once the wind blows over, like the ashes of burnt paper convertibles and mansions.

The old woman wished she could go back and erase all her big hopes and prayers for her daughter; now she had only one want: That her daughter be happy. She looked out of the temple gate. She saw her daughter speaking on the phone, her brow furrowed with anger and worry. Being at the top is not good, the woman thought, there is only one way to go from there - down.
The old woman carefully unfolded the plastic bag and spread out a packet of beehoon in front of the altar. Her daughter often mocked her for worshipping porcelain Gods. How could she pray to them so faithfully and expect pieces of ceramic to fly to her aid? But her daughter had her own gods too, idols of wealth, success and power that she was enslaved to and worshipped every day of her life.

Every day was a quest for the idols, and the idols she worshipped counted for nothing in eternity. All the wants her daughter had would slowly suck the life out of her and leave her, an empty soulless shell at the altar.

The old lady watched her joss tick. The dull heat had left a teetering grey stem that was on the danger of collapsing. Modern woman nowadays, the old lady sighed in resignation, as she bowed to the east one final time to end her ritual. Modern woman nowadays want so much that they lose their souls and wonder why they cannot find it.

Her joss stick disintegrated into a soft grey powder. She met her daughter outside the temple, the same look of worry and frustration was etched on her daughter's face. An empty expression, as if she was ploughing through the soil of her wants looking for the one thing that would sow the seeds of happiness.

They climbed into the convertible in silence and her daughter drove along the highway, this time not as fast as she had done before.

'Ma,' Bee Choo finally said. 'I don't know how to put this. Mark and I have been talking about it and we plan to move out of the big house. The property market is good now, and we managed to get a buyer willing to pay seven million for it. We decided we'd prefer a cosier penthouse apartment instead. We found a perfect one in Orchard Road . Once we move in to our apartment we plan to get rid of the maid, so we can have more space to ourselves...'

The old woman nodded knowingly. Bee Choo swallowed hard. 'We'd get someone to come in to do the housework and we can eat out - but once the maid is gone, there won't be anyone to look after you. You will be awfully lonely at home and, besides that, the apartment is rather small. There won't be space. We thought about it for a long time, and we decided the best thing for you is if you moved to a Home.

There's one near Hougang - it's a Christian home, a very nice one.'

The old woman did not raise an eyebrow. 'I've been there, the matron is willing to take you in. It's beautiful with gardens and lots of old people to keep you company! I hardly have time for you, you'd be happier there.'

'You'd be happier there, really.' Her daughter repeated as if to affirm herself.

This time the old woman had no plastic bag of food offerings to cling tightly to; she bit her lip and fastened her seat belt, as if it would protect her from a daughter who did not want her anymore. She sunk deep into the leather seat, letting her shoulders sag, and her fingers trace the white seat.

'Ma?' her daughter asked, searching the rear view window for her mother. 'Is everything okay?' What had to be done, had to be done. 'Yes,' she said firmly, louder than she intended, 'if it will make you happy,' she added more quietly.

'It's for you, Ma! You'll be happier there. You can move there tomorrow, I already got the maid to pack your things.' Elaine said triumphantly, mentally ticking yet another item off her agenda.
'I knew everything would be fine.'

Elaine smiled widely; she felt liberated. Perhaps getting rid of her mother would make her happier. She had thought about it. It seemed the only hindrance in her pursuit of happiness. She was happy now. She had everything a modern woman ever wanted; Money, Status, Career, Love, Power and now, Freedom, without her mother and her old-fashioned ways to weigh her down...

Yes, she was free. Her phone buzzed urgently, she picked it up and read the message, still beaming from ear to ear.. 'Stocks 10% increase!'

Yes, things were definitely beginning to look up for her...And while searching for the meaning of life in the luminance of her hand phone screen, the old woman in the backseat became invisible, and she did not see the tears.

NATAS Fair

Yes! It's NATAS!! I never look forward NATAS so eagerly before. Probably due to the fact that this NATAS is the only time to save my ricebowl, given such hard times we have been facing. And so, everything started with a bang. Training and preparation for this fair starts as early as July, which the whole of July and August being leave embargo period.

Worse of all, just one week prior to the fair, the atmosphere was intense. Adverts after adverts. Calls after calls. So much so that our low manpower couldn't handle, i swear i almost died.

Just minutes into the fair, i got my first booking. And constantly, bookings came in. Until the final day, it was annouced successful. The subsequent days was hard even till today. I lost sleep. I missed out on lots of stuff but i believe i learnt lots out of it. It was fun, memorable and certainly draining as well.

Whacky Colleagues

The Official Mascots of Warner Brothers, Gold Coast

I was so excited taking photos with them. They are professional mascots and i really meant professional. They way they mimic the characters really reminds me of how they look like in cartoons. And mind you, that batman suit weighs more than 30kg.

It's fun for my job, on my end to ensure others enjoy their holidays. And now, i look forward to mine. Counting down....Wooooo

Luck

When a person gets really unlucky, he or she can really be on the down side of his life. Luck is a myterious thing. Sometimes, defined as superstitious as well. I do not really believe in pure luck, but i believe luck does play a part in our everyday lives, sometimes, a major role even.

I count myself lucky on the whole. Lucky for the fact that i have such wonderful parents, lucky to have a brother as my growing up companion, lucky to fall in love once and learnt a huge lesson from it, lucky to been through minor hardship and overcoming them, lucky to have friends who i can share my life with, lucky to even have live this long and far.

Luck is a silent companion, sometimes bringing new surprises, sometimes bringing you a chance to meet your new interest in life or even a small windfall. Most of the time, you probably never pay any attention to luck. In fact, chances are, you only think of luck when you are betting on some lottery or soccer match or participating in some contest.

But luck is so much more than just that. Being lucky is a blessing. I always relate luck to superstition. But when bad luck befalls on me, i most of the time, choose to blame on luck. Simple question will always be asked 'Why me?' And most of the time, i am never able to get any answer out of it.

I had a fairly good example. I've never won any mahjong game since start of this year, until June. It's only recently that i started winning. Lady luck wasn't with me, be it what colour of underwear i wore. I always asked myself why did i lose so much, but never had an answer. Sometimes, then you had bad luck falling on you, it's a streak and there's no escaping. I was just sick yesterday, beginning with a flu, subsequently, i felt restless. The fact that my computer went haywire and a stupid simple mistake caused me to lose all my data in my external hard disk - my photos, my movies, my music....all gone. Brinigng a headache and an itchy nose to work didn't help to start the week positively. A cut on my thumb just make everything else worse and i ponder, why the hell am i so unlucky. Naturally, things's turn better, and relief comes after.

I always feel it works that way. You need to experience the hard and difficult before you can taste the sweetness. I can just simply conclude that i rather been contented with what i have, rather than harping on what i've lost. Because in the end, there's nothing really to lose.

Pissed...

I'm super pissed at the fact that especially when i'm running my game, my computer would shuts down on its own. It's still a fairly new computer, and a rather good one even. The fact that it fails me at certain point each time my computer is on disappoints me more than it actually pissed me.

I invested so much in this computer system, only hoping for this particular system to run as smoothly as possible. So what now, i'm faced with a near useless laptop and a 'going to spoil' computer, which means, i probably have to pound in more money just to ensure i get the hope of getting either a new notebook or having my desktop to run smoothly again.

It's either the power supply or the ram or the graphics card or everything altogether. Dammit...a hole in my pocket, yet again. Not excluding the trouble of fixing it or rather, getting my friend to fix it for me...

Army Half Marathon

This year Army Half Marathon was a killer. After missing out last year's Marathon, i told myself, i musn't miss out this year. As usual, i went into the marathon, unprepared.

Some asked why pay to torture yourself. I always thought if i'm prepared going into the marathon, i will do better. But each time i did a long distance run, i always aimed to complete it. It's not something i can give up halfway because it's a 'once you start, there's no turning back' race. Each time i did a long distance run, it's a race. A race against myself. Endurance, determination, self-discipline all comes in.

Completing a marathon is no easy feat and has always been an achievement for me. Probably, it works the same on life as well...we are all racing everyday, against time, against ourselves etc...

Happy Happy Mildred

Happy Birthday Mildred..May All Your Birthday Wishes Come True....
Hope you like the present....

Random

It's like tons of work piled up. The fact that NATAS Fair is coming ain't helping. Calls comes in one after another, endless. I like the fact that i'm busy at work, because it simply makes time pass faster, at the same time, u get a little stressed, but that is what spurs me on.

But in terms of academics, i think i'm starting to fail and lose myself. No longer i find myself able to study the way i loved to. No longer i find myself having the enthusiasm to drill the textbook into my head. Exam's next week, i'm still nowhere to be seen at the halfway line. I need to buck up...and motivation...anyone?

Celebrated two birthdays over the weekend. Photos soon!

生日快乐!

Happy Birthday To My Dearest Mother.

HeartAches, HeartBreak....

What's the most hurtful thing that can happen? Usually, the most hurtful thing isn't physical, but emotional or mentally. I realised that not too long ago. Relationship bring one of the worst pain to one.

I never thought it would be my turn, and when it's my turn, it turned hell for me. But since i endured that period of down, i decided that nothing tougher can hit me. But i was wrong. Come to think of it....
Who was there for me when i was young?
Who was there for me when i needed someone?
Who was there for me when i endured what i thought is the toughest part of my life?
Who was there for me when i had happy things to share?
There's only one person i can think of, my mother. Sometimes, we shared our heart, divide our love so much that we neglect those who constantly showered us with love. But come to think of it, those who really loves you, are the ones who share your pain with you, and not the only who bring you pain.

I often thought, what would happen if my mother ever leaves me, the moment i wanted to think of it, i immediately distract myself, because, i couldn't hold myself to ponder any further for i know, i will be very affected.

Relationships are complicated. True feelings develop into kinship. Even husband and wife, boyfriend and girlfriend, the most stable relationship to me, will eventually develop into a special kinship, which, should be able to withstand almost every obstacles for if not, it won't last.

No point harping to someone who won't share that with you. I learnt my lesson. Hatred made me move on faster than expected. It's a painful process. But one very important lesson i learnt is...
Loving someone is easy
Maintain a relationship is difficult
Letting go of it is even more difficult

By letting go, it really make you see the whole picture which only people who truly let go understands and it might even be one of the wisest decision you've ever made....i'll just hope those who meant to be together to last, and those, who don't...letting do is probably the best solution of all......

Litlle Relief

I finally clicked 'ignore', after 8 long months........

Life's Full of Regrets

I remembered i once had a post, similarly, it's about regrets. I flashback that post, browse it through. I realised that in life, regrets are inevitable. Sometimes, we try to mend the hole, but no matter how hard we tried, the hole will never be patched back.

I had my fair share of regrets as well anyway. Most, i would just acknowledged it and smile it off, looking at the bright side of life. But for some, it remained a regret, probably will remain that way in time to come as well.

Events come and go in your life. Same goes for people. Some become your friends, some gradually became better friends, some's just aquaintances and some, they just disappear out of your life. I never know the real meaning of friends, until i reach my late teens. To me, then, friends became something from just a mere playmate to someone who's my soulmate, or probably more.

MiuMiu was the best pet i've ever owned. Till now, his death was sad. No matter how natural he died. He made me realised the word 'cute'. Then, when i first bought him, he was tiny, white and could barely opened in eyes. Barely half a year, he's struck with sickness. And slightly after a year, he parted. I suppose it's the end of his suffering, but i regretted not spending enough time with him. I wished i could play with him more, but no longer could i did.

Wonderful friend i once had. Till today, still just as wonderful. We were close before. Subsequently, i couldn't remember how things eventually gone fading...That was the friendship i truly cherished. I wouldn't blame anyone but myself for how things has changed. Yes, things changed. Humans changed. But i believe what can happened before, can happen again. Be it positively, or negatively. I hope i can find back the bond i once had with friends i cherish.

Sleeping Late Makes You Fat

At my age, probably most should be either working or still studying. It has long been a tradition for people nowadays to get merely little sleep, including myself. Friends my age are either working or studying. Simply i know it's tough, sleep as much as you can whenever possible then. Article below is dedicated friends who sleep little....

Lack of sleep could get you fat

The benefits of a good night's sleep go beyond improving your concentration and overall well-being. Researchers have found that it is also good for your waistline.

Those who consistently fail to get enough sleep may experience weight gain, according to findings presented at Sleep 2009 in Seattle last month.

The annual meeting of the Associated Professional Sleep Societies is attended by doctors, researchers and healthcare professionals.

A study on 92 healthy adults conducted by University of Pennsylvania found that those who had less than the average amount of sleep gained an average of 1.3kg during the 11-day experiment.

Another study on 1,000 volunteers conducted by Stanford University in California found that those who slept less than eight hours a night had higher levels of body fat. Those who reportedly slept the least weighed the most.

The findings are hardly surprisingly, since inadequate sleep affects the hormones that help control our appetite and metabolism, said local sleep specialist Dr Lim Li Ling.

According to Dr Lim, who is the director of Sleep Disorders Unit at Singapore General Hospital, sleep deprivation is "a stressful state which alters our body's hormonal environment".

Lack of sleep decreases the level of leptin, a hormone that makes one feel full after eating. It also increases the level ghrelin, a "hunger hormone" that stimulates one's appetite. This results in overeating and weight gain, said Dr Lim.

"People who don't get enough sleep may also feel tired and exercise less," she added.

For those who have less sleep because they stay up late, eating habits such as bingeing on calorie-laden foods to stay awake may be the reason behind the weight gain, said Ms Lim Su Lin, chief dietitian and senior manager at National University Hospital's dietetics department.

"To stay awake, they may resort to drinking high-sugar, caffeinated beverages or munching on tidbits," said Ms Lim. They may pile on the pounds as a result.

To control your appetite through the day, Ms Lim recommended sticking to three main meals a day at fixed times, and including fibre to your meals.

Fibre, which can be found in vegetables, fruits and whole grains, makes you feel full and thus deters snacking. Starting the day with a wholesome breakfast can also help you avoid binge eating later in the day.

For another group of people, the problem may be more serious than weight gain.

A substantial number of Singaporeans suffer from sleep disorders. Dr Lim estimated that 10 to 30 per cent of the local population have insomnia and up to 15 per cent have obstructive sleep apnea (OSA).

OSA is a condition where a person's upper airways are blocked during sleep. "When breathing is interrupted during sleep, the quality of sleep is affected," she said. Poor sleep is known to be as detrimental as lack of sleep.

So what constitutes a good night's sleep?

"It is simply one from which we wake up naturally (without an alarm clock), feeling refreshed, alert and able to function at peak mental performance," said Dr Lim. A person who sleeps well would not need to nap in the middle of the day.

The amount of sleep a person requires varies with age. According to Dr Lim, newborns may need as much as 16 to 20 hours, spread throughout the day, while young children should get 9 to 10 hours and teenagers, 8 to 9.5 hours.

Adults require six to 10 hours of sleep.

"Although some people take pride in getting by with very little sleep, most people who get fewer than five to six hours daily are probably not getting enough," said Dr Lim.

How to achieve a good night's rest

A guide to a good night's sleep by Dr Lim Li Ling, director of Sleep Disorders Unit at Singapore General Hospital.

- Try to go to bed and wake up at around the same time. Our sleep-wake patterns are regulated by an internal "clock" that dictates when we feel sleepy. When our daily activities synchronise with our internal clocks, we will naturally sleep better.

- If you can't fall asleep within 15 to 20 minutes, leave the bedroom and do something relaxing, such as reading or listening to soft music. You should only return to bed when you feel sleepy again, however long it takes.

- If you have insomnia, you should not read, watch TV or work in bed. Associating the bed with other types of activities, especially if they are stimulating, will make it harder to fall asleep.

- Avoid caffeine - a stimulant that can stay in your body for over 10 hours - and stimulating activities close to bedtime. Stimulating activities include vigorous exercise, intense work and exciting TV programmes.

- Long afternoon naps make it difficult for us to fall asleep at night and should be avoided.

- A daily ritual to help us relax at the end of the day is a good lead-up to sleep. This can take the form of a taking a warm bath, dimming the lights, reading quietly or listening to soft music.