Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Im a Chinese.. Am I?

I think I seriously need to brush on my Chinese. I cant even converse properly in Chinese and Im a Chinese! Its embarrassing.. haha.. these cases will prove my point ya.

Scenario 1 – teaching tuition


Was reading a comprehension passage with him when we came across the word ‘pigeon’.

Me: So, you know what’s a pigeon? (was expecting him to say don’t know or yes, it’s a bird)

Him: I know! Ge Zi!

Me: ….. ( thinking what on earth is ge zi..)
Erm, ya.. correct! Ok.. Pigeon is a type of bird ok.. Ok, lets continue.

Thank goodness it was correct. So embarrassing!

Scenario 2 - Was working and serving a group of Chinese nationals.

They took a figurine of the merlion and asked in Chinese

Them : What is this?

Me: … (How am I supposed to answer in Chinese????)

Them: Orh.. its *^&^%&*%$&^$ ( Merlion in Chinese).

Me: AH! Dui! ( Actually I agar-agar)

Sigh.. what a loser.

These are just 2 scenarios out of the many that Ive encountered to make me embarrassed enough. Sigh, what an embarrassment to the Chinese. Maybe I should colour myself.. blue?

Sunday, June 19, 2005

Thank You

Its Fathers’ Day! Happy Fathers’ Day to all Dads! Really cant thank God enough for giving me such a great Dad! And of course, my family too!

Of course, besides my family, there are many other people in my life that I’ve really been blessed with. Being a more passive person (well, other than crapping), I know I’m pretty behind in taking the initiative to let you all know how much you all mean to me. So, here in words, Im dedicating a blog entry to you guys to convey my most sincere thanks.

My Bestest Scanaemok Friend & My Property:

You both have been the best friends I could ever ask for! Through the years in netball, in PL, doing His work, the Muskeeters, Keropi JC, cas-kes-pek days, punning like nobody’s business, etc.. those were the days! Hey Ros, rem both of us getting caught during prayer time while we were trying to align our feet into a straight line? PC, rem those sitting-by-the-rd days? Haha.. what will I do w/o you both. Thanks for always being there, being my pillars of support all these while. It really has been God’s Love that held us 3 together. You both mean so so much to me. Love you both to bits.

My Fragrant Flower Friend ( hahaha..):

4 semesters together in NUS already! Wahahaha.. always saying we will not slack that certain sem, but somehow, it never come to pass! Haha.. Hey, things were pretty rocky for awhile for both of us, & I wasn’t exactly a very good friend. Sorry.. give you a kiss? Hehe.. But still, I appreciate what you have done for me. Don’t worry about being a bother to me really. You are not. You are a gem. I just wish for you to find the happiness you so deserve. Smile girl. =)

My Momok “Mirror Image” Friend:

I see myself in you, so much that its freaky! Haha.. But you have been one great understanding friend. Your advice always made me reflect and I always get this weird feeling that you seem to know me more than I know myself! Haha.. thank you so much for just being there, for just being understanding. You make the jigsaw puzzle complete. (sounds cheesy man).

My Meanie Beanie Meano Beano Friend:

You have definitely been far from mean actually. In fact, Im really grateful for your care and concern. Whatever it is, whatever that happens, remember that I could and can never would have been where I am without you.

My Penguin Lover cum Pig Friend:

Hope you do realise I’m talking about you, given your wisdom is gone. Waha.. you are my new confidante ya. Could say our r/ship have became stronger, and I’ve learnt much from you. You certainly gave me one of the greatest lessons in my whole life now. Yup, certainly! Lets continue learning from each other! Oh, but you still remain the dumbest friend I have. Joking la. You have been fab. =P

S21 :

You guys certainly gave me the time of my life in my whole education life! Really enjoyed myself so much in the company of you guys! So miss those crazy days we had as a class, struggling through Econs, sleeping through GP and Physics, slacking through Maths, and playing through Chinese (Cant remember studying for Chi man!). Haha, and despite us all leading different and separate lives, am appreciative of the effort every1 makes to come down for gatherings and chalets. S21 would have been a boring class w/o all of you. You guys never fail to put a smile to my face.

Yupz.. I really do thank God for all of you. You all mean so much to me. Love You all. =)

Friday, June 17, 2005

Beauty is only skin deep, but true ugliness cuts right to the bone

My youngest sis said this to me just 2 days ago, “You got so many pimples, nobody will love you.”

Right.. I was quite amused actually. What a bold statement coming from a 9 year old kid whom has probably seen the society through the television set. Yet, its really quite true to a certain extent actually. With massive advertisements going on about being slim (Slimming Ads), having a perfect face (Extreme Makeover), or just having that glossiest lip that is so kiss worthy.. its no wonder that the concept of outer beauty shadows that of having a beautiful soul and personality.

Frankly, I do get a kick out of watching Extreme Makeover. Watching the so-called ugly duckling turning into a swan, seeing them getting all emotional because the ‘right’ attention they have always wanted to get will be coming their way. Watching them getting the boost of confidence they have always wanted. Watching them being so happy. Watching their relatives going, “OH MY GOSH!”

There’s nothing wrong with dolling oneself up; to look presentable, to look good. Who does not want to look good? I do. What a boost of self esteem it will be! But is that all that matters? What struck me was that whenever the person who went through the makeover comes out, and the relatives and friends are interviewed, this line always pops out. “She was so beautiful to begin with, both INSIDE and outside.”

Here’s an article to look through.

Business Basics Good Looks, Good Pay? Scott Reeves, 05.05.05, 6:00 AM ET
"Beauty and the Beast" is the fable of a young woman who frees her prince from the body of a beast with love.
But a similar tale--call it "Beauty and the Labor Market"--finds pay differentials based on looks and doesn't have a happy ending for just plain folks.
Two university researchers say the penalty for plainness is 5% to 10% lower pay in all occupations, or slightly larger than the premium for good looks.
Daniel S. Hamermesh, an economist at the University of Texas, Austin, and Jeff Biddle, an economist at Michigan State University, held demographic and job types constant and concluded that looks are a key element in earning power.
"Better-looking people sort into occupations where beauty is likely to be more productive," the researchers conclude. "But the impact of individuals' looks on their earnings is mostly independent of occupation."
Rule of thumb for all of us who aren't fashion plates: Play to your strengths.
"I suggest that you rely on characteristics that make you productive," Hamermesh says from his office in Texas. "If you're smart, rely on brain power; if you're strong, rely on muscle; and if you're personable, rely on your personality."
The researchers controlled for variables such as experience and education. Surprisingly, looks are more important for men than women. In the mid-1990s when the study was completed, the ugly penalty for men holding full-time jobs totaled about $2,600 in reduced pay per year, and the pretty-boy premium came to about $1,400. For women, the penalty for bad looks was $2,000, and the premium for good looks was $1,100 per year.
Unattractive women are less likely than their average or good-looking counterparts to hold jobs and are more likely to be married to men with what the researchers call "unexpectedly low human capital."
That's a polite way of saying little talent, drive or prospect of success. We like to think the meritocracy is immune to high cheekbones, button schnozzes and a good head of hair, but the researchers found that looks count even in law, a competitive, performance-based field.
In another research project, Hamermesh and Biddle reviewed the earning power of law students graduating from the same law school from 1971 to 1978 and 1981 to 1988. A panel of four people reviewed pictures of each law student, including one person younger than 35 and at least one older than 35 from each sex. The law students were ranked on a scale of one to five, with five as the best looks score. The four ratings were averaged to create a student's overall rank on the looker scale. There was no objective standard for determining good looks, but participants knew it when they saw it.
The researchers found that, five years after graduation, males who ranked one notch above average earned about 10% more than fellow students who ranked one notch below average. Fifteen years after graduation, the premium for good looks grew to 12%. The researchers say the pay differential held for lawyers working in both the private and public sectors.
In a another study, the researchers found that spending great gobs of money on makeup, haircuts and fancy duds does little to improve the perception of people with so-so looks and doesn't increase their earning power. Other researchers, using pictures of the same people as children and in middle age, found that people with a mug that could wreck a freight train in their youth didn't become better looking over the years.
However, it may be that customers prefer to work with people who are easy on the eyes. If higher earning power comes from customer taste--not employer discrimination--that would appear to undercut the premise of much employment discrimination law. "
Other researchers found that young obese women earn 17% less than women within the recommended Body Mass Index range. But women who gained a significant amount of weight during the 1981 to 1988 study period earned only slightly less than women within the average weight range.
Some research has found that there's a premium for height, and that taller men generally earn higher pay than their average or short counterparts, including men in top management positions such as that of chief executive officer.
But even if you look like a toad, the key to your low pay and diminished prospects could be that you act like a toad.
In a research paper for the Federal Reserve Bank of St. Louis, researchers Kristie M. Engermann and Michael T. Owyang said, "Certain characteristics, such as appearance, might affect productivity in ways that are not as easily measured (or as obvious) as are other characteristics, like education or experience. Appearance, for example, can affect confidence and communication, thereby influencing productivity."
Height and weight might also influence productivity through health or self-esteem. Some researchers have theorized that height may increase the participation of high school students in social activities, giving them the opportunity to develop the interpersonal skills that boost productivity in the workplace. If so, it\'s not hard to see why such people are prized--and rewarded--by a range of companies such as General Motors, Wal-Mart or Wells Fargo.
Still, pay differentials could be the result of raw discrimination. Maybe employers and co-workers simply don't like being around fat, ugly people. But if fat, ugly people develop a bad attitude over time, discrimination apparently based on looks may not tell the full story.
So, remember your grandmother's wisdom: Beauty is only skin deep, but true ugliness cuts right to the bone.
Translation: A good attitude and hard work can do a lot to overcome that rutabaga nose, but nasty people are just foul.

On a lighter note, I had this conversation with my 2nd sister yesterday.

I was saying I wanted to watch Batman Begins.

Sis : Hey, You know why Batman became Batman right?

Me: (Being blur as usual) Huh? What? Why?

Sis: Aiyo.. He was scared of bats ma. So he wanted to overcome his fear of bats. That’s why he’s Batman.

Me: Erm.. Ok.. Then?

Sis: What if he was scared of cockroaches?

Together: Cockroach Man! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Jokers. =P

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

The Dark Room

http://www.cryofthespirit.com/darkroom.html

Take a look at e url above. Dont get put off by the music initally, its not eerie like the music AT ALL.

Quite food for thought when u get to the end of the flash. Shant spoil the fun then.. and a reminder, you dont need to click on anything during the whole flash. Just sit back and let it erm.. flash? =)

Friday, June 10, 2005

The Wemmicks (A Long Read!)


The Wemmicks were small wooden people. Each of the wooden people was carved by a woodworker named Eli. His workshop sat on a hill overlooking their village.

Every Wemmick was different. Some had big noses, others had large eyes. Some were tall and others were short. Some wore hats, others wore coats. But all were made by the same carver and all lived in the village.
And all day, every day, the Wemmicks did the same thing: They gave each other stickers. Each Wemmick had a box of golden star stickers and a box of gray dot stickers. Up and down the streets all over the city, people could be seen sticking stars or dots on one
another.

The pretty ones, those with smooth wood and fine paint, always got stars. But if the wood was rough or the paint chipped, the Wemmicks gave dots. The talented ones got stars, too. Some could lift big sticks high above their heads or jump over tall boxes. Still others knew big words or could sing very pretty songs. Everyone gave them stars.

Some Wemmicks had stars all over them! Every time they got a star it made them feel so good that they did something else and got another star.

Others, though, could do little. They got dots. Punchinello was one of these. He tried to jump high like the others, but he always fell. And when he fell, the others would gather around and give him dots. Sometimes when he fell, it would scar his wood, so the people would give him more dots.

He would try to explain why he fell and say something silly, and the Wemmicks would give him more dots. After a while he had so many dots that he didn't want to go outside. He was afriad he would do something dumb such as forget his hat or step in the water, and then people would give him another dot.

In fact, he had so many gray dots that some people would come up and give him one without reason. "He deserves lots of dots," the wooden people would agree with one another. "He's not a good wooden person." After a while Punchinello believed them. "I'm not a good wemmick," he would say. The few times he went outside, he hung around other Wemmicks who had a lot of dots. He felt better around them.

One day he met a Wemmick who was unlike any he'd ever met. She had no dots or stars. She was just wooden. Her name was Lucia. It wasn't that people didn't try to give her stickers; it's just that the stickers didn't stick. Some admired Lucia for having no dots, so they would run up and give her a star. But it would fall off. Some would look down on her for having no stars, so they would give her a dot. But it wouldn't stay either.

'That's the way I want to be, thought Punchinello. 'I don't want anyone's marks.' So he asked the stickerless Wemmick how she did it.

It's easy," Lucia replied. "every day I go see Eli."

Eli?"

"Yes, Eli. The woodcarver. I sit in the workshop with him."

"Why?"

"Why don't you find out for yourself? Go up the hill. He's there." And with that the Wemmick with no marks turned and skipped away.

"But he won't want to see me!" Punchinello cried out. Lucia didn't hear. So Punchinello went home. He sat near a window and watched the wooden people as they scurried around giving each other stars and dots.

"It's not right," he muttered to himself. And he resolved to go see Eli. He walked up the narrow path to the top of the hill and stepped into the big shop. His wooden eyes widened at the size of everything. The stool was as tall as he was. He had to stretch on his tiptoes to see the top of the workbench. A hammer was as long as his arm. Punchinello swallowed hard. "I'm not staying here!" and he turned to leave.

Then he heard his name.

"Punchinello?" The voice was deep and strong.

Punchinello stopped.

"Punchinello! How good to see you. Come and let me have a look at you."

Punchinello turned slowly and looked at the large bearded craftsman. "You know my name?" the little Wemmick asked.

"Of course I do. I made you."

Eli stooped down and picked him up and set him on the bench.

"Hmm," the maker spoke thoughtfully as he inspected the gray circles. "Looks like you've been given some bad marks."

"I didn't mean to, Eli. I really tried hard."

"Oh, you don't have to defend yourself to me, child. I don't care what the other Wemmicks think."

"You don't?"

"No, and you shouldn't either. Who are they to give stars or dots? They're Wemmicks just like you. What they think doesn't matter, Punchinello. All that matters is what I think. And I think you are pretty special."

Punchinello laughed. "Me, special? Why? I can't walk fast. I can't jump. My paint is peeling. Why do I matter to you?"

Eli looked at Punchinello, put his hands on those small wooden shoulders, and spoke very slowly. "Because you're mine. That's why
you matter to me."

Punchinello had never had anyone look at him like this--much less his maker. He didn't know what to say.

"Every day I've been hoping you'd come," Eli explained.

"I came because I met someone who had no marks."

"I know. She told me about you."

"Why don't the stickers stay on her?"

"Because she has decided that what I think is more important than what they think. The stickers only stick if you let them."

"What?"

"The stickers only stick if they matter to you. The more you trust my love, the less you care about the stickers."

"I'm not sure I understand."

"You will, but it will take time. You've got a lot of marks. For now, just come to see me every day and let me remind you how much I care."

Eli lifted Punchinello off the bench and set him on the ground.

"Remember," Eli said as the Wemmick walked out the door. "You are special because I made you. And I don't make mistakes."

Punchinello didn't stop, but in his heart he thought, "I think he really means it."

And when he did, a dot fell to the ground.

-Max Lucado -

Thursday, June 09, 2005

Little Superhero Girl

L I T T L E S U P E R H E R O G I R L
written by Corrinne May Ying Foo
Copyright 2003, Corrmay Gourmet Music (ASCAP)

I feel like a little girl
Trying to conquer the whole wide world
Everybody wants a piece of me
And I just don't know where to turn
I've got work piled up to my head
All I want to do is jump into bed
And wash away my troubles
with lemonade
Play hide and seek
with the boy next door
Take a trip to Singapore and
Imagine how I'll make the world
a better place

All I need is a good disguise
One where nobody can recognise
That I'm feeling so small
All I need is a secret weapon
I've gotta have faith
Zapping monsters into outer space
I'm gonna be a Superhero

Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-
Yeah

If I were a little girl
Trying to clean up the whole wide world
I'd kick the bad boys back to school
Teach them fighting's just not cool
I'd give every kid a teddy bear
Turn starving people into millionaires
Break glass ceilings with dynamite
sprinkle a little sugar and spice
Turn the bullies that terrorize
Into pink poodles that bark,
but don't bite

All I need is a good disguise
One where nobody can recognise
That I'm feeling so small
All I need is a secret weapon
I've gotta have faith
Zapping monsters into outer space
I'm gonna be a Superhero

Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-
Yeah

Little Superhero Girl
Little Superhero Girl
Save me
Little Superhero Girl
Little Superhero Girl
Save me from myself

I feel like a little girl
Trying to conquer the whole wide world


My current fav song now.. Corrinne May's Little Superhero Girl.

If you had superpowers or a secret weapon, how would U use it? To zap the evil or to zap those U dislike? To use it to your advantage? Use it to the advantage of others but at your disadvantage? Or does it really matter at all?

Think for quite a number of us, many 'what ifs' fill our minds, causing us to neglect or forget the current situation or whatever that is happening ard us at the present time. As a result, we worry unneccesarily and make judgements that cld have been more sensible. Let us chuck aside the 'what ifs' for now and enjoy the life that we have been so blessed with. And one of the greatest blessing of all - a heart to love and the chance to be loved.

P/S: Oh, not forgetting that U have been blessed with an internet connection to access this blog. haha! =)

1st post

Ha!! I finally got dwn to gettin a blog! Neva thought I wld actually get a blog.. plus it doesnt seem to be the very in-thing now!!

Oh well, since im so free.. and there seems to be lesser things to do online now.. thot i try sumthing new.. Hey all! I finally got a blog up! waha..

Thinking of what i shld actually use this blog space for.. to babble crap? to just post inspiring & motivating articles? To bitch abt things? lets see.. hahaha.. I might actually disappear after a few blogs! Ho..

And for a 1st post.. think im actually typing alot. Hmm.. looks like i hv to find out more abt settin a much more proper blog than juz typing an entry.. Come to think abt it, The ST do publish blogs worth commenting on.. maybe i do hv this teeny weeny fantasy tt i'll see a pic of myself, and them describing the blog as "a very relaxing and humorous read, yet able to make 1 ponder abt life. An inspiring & motivating blog, it serves to reach out to those who may be feeling frustrated, lost or tired. Did leave feeling cheered up and with the urge to spread this cheer to others. "

DUH.. but it'll be quite cool if these happen eh? but quite dots too. HAHA.. alrite! tts all for the 1st entry! stay tuned & be back fer more! (Well.. I hope.. haha!)