Uport Contest Winner

I just found out that I'm the Grand Prize winner of the Uport contest and I've won a pair of tickets to Brisbane, Australia! Checkout below, what I extracted from their website - for more details!

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script

In the final act of Pygmalion, Liza explains to Prof. Higgins the relationship she desired from him. It’s a tender scene that almost warms the Professor’s heart despite himself.

LIZA: No I don't. That's not the sort of feeling I want from you. And don't you be too sure of yourself or of me. I could have been a bad girl if I'd liked. I've seen more of some things than you, for all your learning. Girls like me can drag gentlemen down to make love to them easy enough. And they wish each other dead the next minute. (much troubled) I want a little kindness. I know I'm a common ignorant girl, and you a book-learned gentleman; but I'm not dirt under your feet. What I done (correcting herself) what I did was not for the dresses and the taxis: I did it because we were pleasant together and I come--came--to care for you; not to want you to make love to me, and not forgetting the difference between us, but more friendly like.

Unfortunately, Higgins is a permanent bachelor. When he is incapable of offering affection, Eliza Doolittle stands up for herself in this powerfully feisty monologue.

LIZA: Aha! Now I know how to deal with you. What a fool I was not to think of it before! You can't take away the knowledge you gave me. You said I had a finer ear than you. And I can be civil and kind to people, which is more than you can. Aha! That's done you, Henry Higgins, it has. Now I don't care that (snapping her fingers) for your bullying and your big talk. I'll advertize it in the papers that your duchess is only a flower girl that you taught, and that she'll teach anybody to be a duchess just the same in six months for a thousand guineas. Oh, when I think of myself crawling under your feet and being trampled on and called names, when all the time I had only to lift up my finger to be as good as you, I could just kick myself!

What diet?

I've been complaining that I'm fat and need to go on a diet. I tend to eat less rice during meals. I'd take probably half a bowl of rice. I'd also take less soft or sweet drinks. However, when it comes to watching a movie in the cinema, I cannot stop myself from munching popcorn or snacks. I also like to snack when I'm watching TV at home.

Honestly, I don't think there's a point in me cutting down on my staple diet when I continue eating everything else. Ha! Ha! I'd really like to lose some weight. I'd like to lose a little on the arms, lots on the tummy, backside and thighs. However, I love to eat too much.

Vegetarians and health-conscious people eat to live. For me, I live to eat! Yum... Yum... Food, here I come!

christmas shopping time

Yay! I got my paycheck today. Finally... I can buy Christmas presents for everyone! As I've already gone window shopping on Sunday, I sort of have an idea of what I will be getting for each and everyone. I just hope that they'll like what I have in mind. Some will be totally store-bought whilst others might be ½ store-bought and ½ handmade. Oh, I can't wait. I'm so excited... Hopefully when I'm done, I'll be able to take some pictures and post them. Till then, enjoy your Christmas shopping too!

super powers

If I was a superhero and had special powers, this is what I'd be:

Yi swooshes down from her 18th floor apartment and flies toward the coconut tree. She grabs the coconut tree with her suction fingers and crawls down. As she walk toward the shore, a missile flies at an incredibe speed toward her. She quickly summons her magnetic forces and leads the missile in the opposite direction. Then she runs toward the water and jumps into the open sea. Her cheeks transform into gills and she swims fast and furious with her super sonic speed toward the submarine. As she approaches the submarine, she stares intently at the captain and blinds him with her ultra violet rays emitted by her eyes. She...

I could go on and on... I guess you get the picture. I wouldn't pick just one power, I'd have all of them! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Cheap Buy

I went shopping today. I have friends who need to go shopping once a week to de-stress/ reward themselves etc. I'm not a shopper. Well, I am - a window shopper. I like looking at things. I also enjoy the music and the air-conditioning. However, I'm much to stingy to spend on myself so most of the times, I'd just look and stare in awe then walk away. I have no problems spending on other people though. The phrase Giving is Better than Giving really applies to me.

Anyway, I went to Carrefour at Suntec City today and they're having a sale. I bought a T-Shirt for only S$1.90! It's soft cotton. Not very thick but very comfortable. I bought a Black (M) for myself. I called my sister in Malacca, Malaysia (gotta share the good deal!) and she asked me to buy one of each colour! Ha! Ha!

I also bought a few pairs of shorts for only S$3.90. They're a steal, I tell ya. Very nice pastel colours. I'd take pictures of them and show you but my boyfriend lost my camera earlier this year so... too bad!

Test Tube Babies

I went to visit a friend in KK hospital today who just gave birth. She gave birth to 2 very lovely dizygotic twins. The kind I've always dreamed of. A boy and a girl. It's perfect, really. I want both boys and girls and it'll be such a hassle to give birth so many times. So just once, suffer a little more but after that, you're done. hehe

Anyway, I was in the room with my cousin and I softly asked her "Are they test tube babies?" and she gave me this stare which said "Keep your bloody mouth shut!". Okay, I admit. As soon as I said it, I realised that it probably wasn't the right time and right place to ask that question. My cousin then told my friend what I asked and she questioned why I would think so. So I very truthfully and honestly told her that it wasn't easy to get twins, let alone unidentical. Plus, it's of a different gender!

Anyway, I checked with my boyfriend after that and asked him if it was too insensitive of me to ask that question. He thinks that I could probably cause the couple to lose face (feel embarassed) or come across as a bloody busybody. I agree about the busybody part. It's not my business to know whether or not the child was naturally or scientifically conceived. However, I tend to disagree that my question would embarass the parents.

First of all, if a man or woman has difficulty conceiving then it probably has to do with their sperm or ovums. Well, if there is any problem with these 2, I don't think it's their fault. It's just God's will! Nature! Pure bad luck! Whatever it is, I don't think the Man or Woman had deliberately inflicted hurt or poison against themselves so their genes aren't healthy.

So in that sense, I don't see why anyone has to feel embarassed/ useless/ weak etc. I think it's just perfectly normal. On the other hand, if the baby came out retarded due to over exessive drinking or smoking then the parents should be punished and laughed at. Or if the baby was born out of wedlock, then I think the parent should once again feel embarassed.

So with what happened today, I was wrong to question. I shouldn't have, it was too busybody of me. However I strongly feel that people should NOT feel ashamed of test tube babies. I hold absolutely no prejudice against them. Perhaps I've been looking at things from my perspective. What do you think? Is a test tube baby something someone should be embarassed of?

Shampoo and Soap

What is the difference between Shampoo and Soap?

Someone very dear to me once asked me that question. I didn't know the answer so I started guessing:

1. Shampoo creates more lather
2. Shampoo is liquid whilst soap is solid
3. Shampoo smells stronger than soap
4. Shampoo is more expensive
5. Shampoo is lighter than soap
6. Soap falls straight into water whilst shampoo slowly sinks or dilutes
   

Those were some of the answers I gave but all were wrong. According to the person-who-is-very-dear-to-me, the difference is in its taste! I stared at him in disbelief. I couldn't understand or make sense of what I just heard. So this person nicely explains that Soap tastes sweet whilst Shampoo tastes bitter.

What the...

Yes, the person explains that whenever he bathes, he'd taste the shampoo or soap that he was using. He wouldn't eat it. He'd just taste it on his tongue and according to him, every soap has tasted sweet whilst soap bitter.

Hmm... amazing discovery. I learnt something new. Did you?

I almost Killed myself today

The kitchen is filled with gas. It smells horrible. I like the smell of petrol but gas smells a bit like fart. It has this sourish smell and it stings when you suck lots of it up your nostrils. I feel dizzy. I felt quite light, as if I had downed 3 shots of Tequila. It's getting really difficult to breathe and I feel heavy too. I think about my parents. I'd hate to leave them but... then there's my boyfriend Shin whom I terribly miss whenever he's away. I'd be better off dead - at least I won't be missing him in the next life.

I feel tired but I'm still alive. Why is it taking so long to be gassed alive? My eyes are getting blur. My breathing is really slow now. Deep, heavy breaths. I wonder if this is how people with Asthma feels. I pity them. They go through this everyday. It'll only be once for me and after that, I'll be free. Free from work, from worries, from stress, from weight problems, from monetary issues.

I walk up and down the kitchen. I am so tempted to open the window. This feeling of waiting is killing me. It's even worse than dying itself. I start to feel a pain against my chest. Each time I breathe, my heart pounds. If you read my blog about Chest Pain, that's how I'm feeling right now. Eventhough the air is clear (no black or smoke), it feels as though I'm breathing in mud. I coughed a few times and my throat hurts. It's dry and it feels like a super sorethroat.

I slouch against the cupboard and sit on the floor and stare at the bloody cooker hub that's taking so long to kill me. Then I realise that there's no fire, the knob is turned all the way to the right and there's the smell of lingering guess. Hmm... this doesn't sound right. I retrace my steps.

I came home from work and went into the kitchen to cook instant noodles. When I was done, I turned off the fire, came out to the living room to eat and when I went back into the kitchen, I smelt gas. I looked at the cooker hub and realised that instead of turning off the switch, I had turned it the other direction. The gas that was coming out was too little that it couldn't sustain a fire but it leaked and that's what I smelt! *tsk* *tsk* That must've been what triggered my halucination and wild imagination.

I quickly turned on the fan to blow the lingering gas out the window, washed my dishes and was out of the kitchen. Phew! So it was all just a dream. Up to the part where I mistakenly turned the fire down instead of off. Hmmph! Silly me.

courtship

I think the best part in a relationship is when someone is being woo-ed. It doesn't always have to be the boys going after the girls. I mean, I've expressed my feelings to a boy before so it works both ways. The initial "I like you", *smooches* and hugs are the best experience in the entire relationship. There is this feeling of nervousness yet pure bliss which is not something I can easily describe with words.

The reason I'm talking about this is because I read a friend's blog and she's very obviously deeply in love. The last I met her, she was single so this must be a developing relationship. You can tell from her words how intense and happy she must be. I share her joy. It's so lovely to see a young couple in love.

I still love my boyfriend but we've come to the stage where we're just a couple. Yeah, we still hug and kiss and whisper tender loving words but it's different. There just isn't any Oomph! if you know what I mean... We love and care for each other but the relationship has come to a point where it's almost platonic.

Neither side tries to please the other anymore. Neither side bothers if the other is hurt. It's like, I see him and I go "Hi Shin!" and just give him a peck on the cheek. It's not like when I used to see him and my heart would go aflutter and I'd rush over and give him a peck so lightly on the cheek but which is bursting with love and energy.

Why do these things change? Why do people change? I still love him lots. I do, but... why? I'm not the only one. I've seen many other couples who go through this transition as well. A lot of them even stop kissing (passionately, I mean) after some time. A lot of couples I know don't even hold hands in public. Why? I don't understand and I never will.

If I could have it, I'd treat each day as if it was the first day I met my boyfriend. I would always want the feeling of a hundred butterflies swimming in my stomach. I'd shiver and hold my fists so tight when he kissed me. I'd do this and a million more just to re-live that very one day...

for my Readers

Hello! I'd like to thank all those who read and leave comments on my blog. Thanks for keeping it alive! Here's a little Primary 1 poem for you Readers:

I blog out of boredom and for fun,
Hence the mistakes and the pun,
I blog anything and everything under the sun,
Hoping you'll enjoy it as much as a chocolate bun!

Thanks for all the time you spent
Reading my complaints, nonsensical ideas and rant,
I tire from thought though I don't pant,
A million thanks from this tiny little ant.

It's lousy, I know. Well forgive me. It's been a long time since I came up with some silly rhyme. I remember in Secondary school when Evelyn and I used to write each other little poems in class. The teacher was so awfully boring. She was basically reading out of a book. Everyday, she'd come into class and started scribbling notes on the blackboard (to this day, I don't know why they call it black when all boards in schools are dark green!) and made us copy it into the exercise book. Why couldn't she have just photocopied the notes? Duh!

Evelyn and I would write little poems about the class/ the weather/ life etc. and secretly passed it to each other in class. After some time, Hwee Chen joined in the fun too. Man, those were the days. Do you remember Evie?

Long-Distance Relationship

My boyfriend Shin has gone back to KL, Malaysia. I am much saddened by it. KL is about 5-hours (car drive) away from Singapore. It's considerably near - just across the causeway. However, compared to when I could see him everyday... I can only hear him now. I can only talk to him by phone. There's the cheaper option of using Skype but in order for this to work, both parties need to be connected to the Internet and seated in front of the computer, which can be quite difficult. There's also the option of e-mails and MSN and these, again involve the computer.

In the daytime... both of us are busy. He's got some projects in Malaysia whilst I am an office employee and work from 8:30 a.m. - 6:15 p.m. The only time we can talk is after 6:15 p.m. (he finishes at 5:30 p.m.) but sometimes I meet up with friends and go rock climbing whilst he has many social plans of his own.

I know, it's not as tough as it sounds. My friend is dating someone living in Bangkok. I can always take a bus down to KL during the weekends to visit Shin but it's so tiring and draining to travel in a 5-hour journey that takes up to 6-7 if you travel by bus/coach. The busses always stop at a rest area for more than half an hour and that really lengthens the travelling time.

Anyway... I'm not about to give up on this relationship. Now now, not anytime soon but I must say it's not difficult. I used to think to myself - I could pull off a long-distance relationship. However, I'm stuck in one now and it's much easier said than done.

Chest Pain

I sometimes suffer from a Heart Attack. Oh no no... it's not the serious kind of Heart Attack which leaves you motionless and half dying. I'm not sure if any of you has ever experienced this but I had a chest pain attack at work today. It hurt like hell.

It's the area just under my left breast. It hurts inside so it doesn't really help if I pinch or hold my skin but it still feels better anyhow. Out of the blue, at anytime or day... I sometimes experience this chest pain.

It feels like an electric shot. Something just suddenly hurts so bad I can't move. I just cringe in pain and wait for the pain to go away. I don't know what aggravates it and I also don't know how to soothe it. It's weird. I did some Internet research and you can read more about Chest Pains here.

According to doctor-to-be friend of mine (Yao), it's not a heart attack. It still scares me sometimes though. I've asked a few friends and some have experienced this pain whilst others know nothing of it. I wonder if this is common.

Deathwish

I'm basically a pretty optimistic and happy person. I have a nice family. I am happy with my life. I should be satisfied. Sometimes though... things get screwed up and I just feel horrible. I feel down and sad and low. I feel as though the whole world is against me and that I'm better off dead.

I would never kill myself. It's not worth it. I'm too young for death. Plus I have flashbacks of my life as a kid... with my loving parents and I just think... it's a super big waste. I wouldn't do it. Not unless I'm totally left with nothing to hold onto in this world. Then, I might consider but I still probably wouldn't take my own life.

I'm quite sure that I'm not the only one who feels this way. I'm sure that at any one point in life, people must feel like committing suicide too. Some do it - which provides us much good reads in Newspapers. Others are just too chicken, like me.

Symmetrical Me

Almost nothing natural in this world is symmetrical. Our face, eyes, ears are probably not on the exactly same spot. They are probably not the exactly same size either. However, I am a very symmetrical person.

I mean, I like wearing symmetrical clothes for example. I don't like shirts that have one sleeve short and the other long. I don't like shirts or dresses which is one-sided. It makes me feel that my other shoulder is very naked and exposed when the other is warmly covered.

However, I go to the extent of hurting myself sometimes just to be symmetrical. For example, if a mosquito bites me, I'll slap my own left leg to kill the mosquito. Then, I'll proceed to slap my right leg (probably not as hard, just to get a slapping feeling) too. I just feel that it's so imbalanced if I slap one side and not the other.

I get this symmetrical feeling the strongest especially when it comes to things like cutting my finger nails or digging my ear of wax. I'll definitely do it on both sides. Otherwise, I'll get this nagging feeling and it'll gnaw at me until I give up and actually do it to the other side of my body.

What about you? Do you do that too? Are you as weird or symmetrical yourself?

Tiring Sleep

I went back to Malaysia over the weekend. I slept a lot but felt so lethargic. You'd think that one would feel fresh and re-charged after much sleeping but it's not true. I feel absolutely tired, sleepy and so restless! Here's my story:

I went back to KL on Friday night right after work. It is a 5-hour bus (coach) ride from the Singapore to KL bus station. I slept all the way except for the part where the bus stops at Ayer Hitam for a ½ an hour supper/ toilet break. As soon as I reached, my boyfriend Shin and best friend Lyn came to pick me up from the bus station. Immediately after at about 12:30 midnight, we went to have some fun.

We went to this club in town called Passion. It's pretty reasonable. There's no cover charge. One just pays & buys the 1st drink. We clubbed there for awhile... dancing and drinking only our 1st drinks. None of us felt like drinking last night so that was all we had.

At about 2:30+, we sent Lyn home. Then I went back to sleep. Slept all the way to about 10 a.m. the next day. Woke up with a heavy head. I didn't wanna wake up but I had to. I didn't want to sleep the weekend away. Went out for breakfast then my sister Niu cooked lunch.

Had a nice filling lunch. She can cook quite well, that girl. There was a stir-fried fish, fried chicken, vegetables, stir-fried chicken and white rice. My sister then drove us both back to my hometown Malacca (ahh... used to be known as "Sleepy Hollow" but has blossomed into a tourist attraction in recent years - very rich in historical wonders) in her Range Rover. Once again, I slept all the way. It's a 2-hour ride from KL to Malacca.

Once we got to Malacca, we just ate, slept and watched TV. It was raining pretty heavily every day so there's nothing much that we can do outdoors. Our little homemade pool was filled to the brim with rainwater.

On Sunday, I took a bus back from Malacca to Singapore. The journey takes about 3 hours by car but by bus it stretches to about 5 hours. Once again, I slept all the way. When I finally reach home in Serangoon... it was close to 11 p.m. I slept at around that time and woke up at 6:40 a.m. today. That's close to 8 hours' sleep!

Yet, I feel so sleepy/ tired/ lethargic/ restless. I wonder why.