Bumblebee & A New Friend

Call me crazy, when I got this watch as a present from Yee Hau, I called it Bumblebee. The colour combination reminds me a lot of Bumblebee.

I wanted to get this watch simply because of the step counter that comes with it. Besides, it tells you how much calorie you burnt. (Girls love this) It tells me I walked average 15km per day during my backpacking travel. I'm proud of it. I've been loving it.


However, there's a problem with the rubber strap. It stains easily. At first, water is good enough to clean it. Then, I have to start using soap water. Then now, soap water doesn't do a good job too.

It struck me while I was watching TV, "Why didn't I try wet tissue?". Please don't call me aunty, but I always have the habit to keep the wet tissue given by restaurant. Hence... after shower, I was cleaning my Bumblebee with wet tissue. And it works! Now it's clean!!! :)

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But there's one problem with Bumblebee, it's too sporty. It doesn't go well with all my outfit (Girls... *roll eyes*). So, I've been eye-ing the white watch from Casio for some time.

Then, finally I had my friend to get this for me all the way from HK! It's $40 cheaper, how can you blame me? :P

And for the record, this is the first watch I ever bought for myself. Like, seriously.

Will I regret for it's pure white? I guess I will. But I'm loving it for this moment.


So, no more watch for ... I dunno, another few years.

我们又上国际新闻了

No news is good news.

有时候，我真的相信这个。报章上的新闻，90％都不是好消息。

打开互联网页，大家都在谈Bersih。政府一塌糊涂的谎言，让人觉得愚蠢。这是什么年代了，怎么还把子民当作笨蛋来看待？

一个干净的政府，似乎是最遥不可及的梦想。我面对网站上让人心痛、心碎的映像、照片、文字，只能够默默流泪。

应该保护人民的警察，平时捉贼没有那么英勇。面对手无寸铁的人民，却表现的如此“威武”。国家应该是我们觉得安全的地方，政府应该以人民为主。可是，我们的国家，真的安全吗？

我看见国外的其中一个新闻影像，结束前，记者说：“This is democracy, the Malaysian way”。好啊，我们又成为别人的笑柄了⋯⋯

陀飞轮

最近，姐姐、毓豪和我，忙着为八月六日陈奕迅的吉隆坡演唱会做准备。除了一些机票酒店等事情，我们忙着练习。对于陈奕迅的旧歌，我们再熟悉不过，不过，近期的两张专辑，还没有很熟悉，所以很努力 :P

从来没有注意“陀飞轮”这首歌词。昨晚因为Eason的现场演唱太过感动，搜了歌词，在房里大声唱。现场的版本，比专辑的好多了。为什么，他的现场总可以这样动人？

真的真的，很感动。

我等不及啦！！！！


作曲 : Vincent Chow　
填词：黄伟文
编曲 : Gary Tong
监制 : Alvin Leong

过去十八岁 没戴表 不过有时间
够我 没有後顾 野性贪玩
霎眼廿七岁 时日无多 方不敢偷惰
宏愿纵未了 奋斗总不太晚

然 後突然今秋
望望身边 应该有 已尽有
我的美酒 跑车 相机 金表 也 讲究
直到世间 个个也妒忌 仍不怎麽富有
用我尚有 换我没有 其实已 用尽所拥有

曾付出几多心跳 来换取一堆堆的发票
人值得 命中减少几秒 多买一只表
秒速 捉得紧了 而皮肤竟偷偷松了
为何用到尽了 至知哪样紧要

劳力是 无止境
活着多好 不需要 靠物证
也不以高薪 高职 高级品 搏尊敬 wo~
就算搏到 伯爵那地位 和萧邦的隽永
卖了任性 日拼夜拼 忘掉了为甚麽高兴

曾付出几多心跳 来换取一堆堆的发票
人值得 命中减少几秒 多买一只表
秒速 捉得紧了 而皮肤竟偷偷松了
为何用到尽了 至知哪样紧要

记 住那 关於光阴的教训
回头走 天已暗
你献出了十寸 时和分
可有换到十寸金

还剩低几多心跳 人面胀水晶表面对照
连 自己 亦都分析不了 得到多与少
也许真的疯了 那个倒影多麽可笑
灵魂若变卖了 上链也没心跳

银或金都不紧要 谁造机芯 一样了
计划了 照做了 得到了 时间却太少 no~
还剩低几多心跳 还在数赶不及了
昂贵是这刻 我觉悟了
在时计里 看破一生 渺渺

伟文的歌词一向都很好，不过，如果歌手演绎得不好，再好的词，也是一塌糊涂的音乐。就像方文山写给周结论的词，往往我都觉得被糟蹋了。

痴痴的笑～

最近，我常常在地铁里痴痴的笑。无他，全是郭靖的错！

中学时期，姐姐老是尝试要我看金庸的小说。我看的第一套，是《笑傲江湖》。第二套，是《射雕英雄传》。可是，看到一半，家人竟然怀旧追TVB黄日华、苗乔伟演的连续剧。结果看到一半的射雕，永远搁着。

后来，我看《天龙八部》。可是屡看不成。第一次，因为段誉实在太讨厌；第二次，因为虚竹真的很笨。第三次，忍着看完。

我也看《鹿鼎记》。然后，重看《笑傲江湖》，因为我真的太喜欢令狐冲。

射雕快看完了，下一部该看《神雕侠侣》吧？

看这些武侠小说有个很大的问题，就是黄日华老是浮现我的脑海。他曾是郭靖、也曾是萧峰、还曾经是大笨蛋虚竹，看小说时脑里满是他。够力！

看完射雕以后，我应该会很空虚。还是慢慢看好。

父亲节快乐！

一直觉得这首个是很感动的父子歌。

父亲节快乐！

Life in Boxes

For the past one week, we've been busy packing our belongings into boxes and luggages.

When I stared at the pile of boxes, I felt funny. On the first day of packing, we're organized, we tried to put things in order. I can almost see my life in different categories, i.e. "for my memory", "sentimental", "personal secrets" etc. And of course, the other normal things like clothings, shoes, bags, books and electronic stuffs. As if I've put up an exhibition of my life and I'm the only person who is allowed to walk through all the secret paths.

At the very last minutes, time is tight, we can't afford to be perfect and nostalgic anymore... And, we packed a lot of random boxes that we do not know how to categorize, or rather, we do not have time to categorize anymore.

Is that how we live our life? When we have time, we try to make things perfect. But when we're out of time, we give ourselves excuses, and we start to put everything together, without considering the consequences. (Of course, in this case, the consequence is that we took longer time to unpack the random boxes)

Maybe, it's time for me to sit still and organize bits of pieces of my life. Because I really hate those random boxes!!!

I'm Loved!

We were busy packing our stuffs to move on Saturday afternoon. I have a bad habit when it comes to packing. I would sit there, soak myself into the memory lane... And wander for a long time.

Over the years, I have stuffed sentimental little things into a little box. And the little box got full, turned into bigger box, and bigger, and eventually it is an IKEA storage box. Among the things I have, I precious the letters and cards, the MOST. They always have a separate box.

Yesterday, I tried to rearrange them so I threw them all over the floor. And before I knew it, I was starting to read some of them.

Then, I rearranged them into categories of senders. And housed them into a cuter box.

Right now, I am really considering to consolidate those I keep in my hometown and these together, so I have a full collection of them :)

With these much ♥, how could I ever giving up sending things to my friend?

P.S I found some handmade cards by Yee Hau back in those days when we're still VERY much romantically in ♥. Hee Hee ^.^

Anyway, Yee Hau said I can refer to these letters when I need to write a biography of myself when I grow old :P

I Have My Regrets

I do have my regrets, and sometimes they came into my mind. Today, I do not know why, I decided to write them down. Maybe because I always believe when you talk them out, they are out of your mind.

You know how people tell you college life is the best time of your life? But you know what? After my graduation, when I started to work, I didn't have any bit of intention to get back to study. Really.

I didn't suffer through the 4 years, they weren't hell, but they weren't heaven too. During my first semester, I somehow managed to get myself into scholarship officer's office to "talk" about my results. Then, in my second semester, I got a book prize and of course I never went into that awful office anymore. But the awful office, was just awful!

Study aside, I wasn't active. Unlike my secondary, I can do everything for my orchestra. But during my college, no activity seems to hold my attention long enough. I didn't join them with my passion, more to just collect some points to stay in the hall. I hate to admit this, but I really hated this kind of intention behind.

I stucked with mostly Malaysian students most of the time until 3rd year of my study, when I went to Beijing. I realized the way I lived my college life was wrong. When I came back to Singapore after internship, I became solitude, I read a lot of self help and inspiration books. 4th year, I moved out from hostel with my friends.

I never got crazy for my entire college life.

I never got as active as I could.

I never got fantastic in academic as well.

The only thing I didn't regret was spending a semester in Beijing. What a shame.

Sometimes I wonder, why my college life didn't sound like me at all? Why would I find it difficult to fit in? And what the hell was wrong with me that I took 4 years to try to fit in?

I can't explain myself.

Someone Like You by Adele

She sings this so beautiful, so sad. It moves me to tears...

It's really more than words to describe. I love the album version so much, but when I found this live version, I think this is my favourite! I've repeated this more than 30 times just today.

I heard that you're settled down,
That you found a girl and you're married now,
I heard that your dreams came true,
Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you,
Old friend, why are you so shy?
Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light,

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited,
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it,
I had hoped you'd see my face,
And that you'd be reminded that for me it isn't over,

Nevermind, I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you, too,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,"
Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead, yeah,

You know how the time flies,
Only yesterday was the time of our lives,
We were born and raised in a summer haze,
Bound by the surprise of our glory days,

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited,
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it,
I had hoped you'd see my face,
And that you'd be reminded that for me it isn't over,

Nevermind, I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you, too,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,"

Nothing compares,
No worries or cares,
Regrets and mistakes, they're memories made,
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

Nevermind, I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,"

Nevermind, I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you, too,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,"
Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead.

That creepy old thing!

It's getting on my nerve because

I can't seem to control my appetite for potato chips.

I can't seem to control my appetite for hot and sour food.

I can't seem to control my mood.

Mood swings and crazy appetite!

Sigh...