Intoxi'Kath'ing Whispers

One reason why I don't like sitting in front of the idiot box. I become an idiot. -.-' An idiot who is addicted to drama series... Help. One episode and I am hooked. How can this be?? I remember during secondary school , Form 6 and University, I followed a lot of different series. Thai series, Japanese series, Indonesian series, Filipino series, Taiwanese Hokkien series, Spanish series and last but not least, the Korean series. Hehehe. See how well diversified I am? *Bleah* By the way, I followed all of them on TV. No downloading on the computer from the internet, no cheating by jumping to the last episode to see who ends up with who and no staying up till the wee hours of the morning just to see that girl or guy you're rooting for get kissed. I vigilantly followed the series, everyday or weekends, for that ONE  hour. Eesh. Internet is so much more fun now isn't it? ;) But yeah, I haven't been following any series much, except my Monday ones. :) Crime d

Ok... Blogger changed their layout. Great! Not. Now I have to take some time getting used to it. Grrr... Facebook had better not change my profile layout to timeline too. Timeline my foot. It just makes me all the more lost looking the time thingie. Till we were born.. Speaking of time, let's go to the age topic. An issue a lot of women are sensitive about. Ask them, "How old are you?" They will start shooting you with so many nonsensical answers. But they never reveal their true age. Me? I wonder if I am in some sort of trouble. A lady thought I was 22 years old. An unlce thought I was in high school. Like are you kidding me??? When I go out with Eileen, people tend to assume I'm the younger one and she's the older one. *shocked face* So.... When I hang out with younger people, I blend in so well, they forget that I am the oldest among them. Not good. Ah well, not going to worry so much about it. When it comes to the crunch, I should be able to handle myself

Dear KT, Yes, you have long been waiting for this post, haven't you? Hahaha. I can imagine your thoughts when you see this post's title. It should go something along the lines of this: "Now only write about me, people die already also never care. Slow poke." Hahahaha. Correct? *big wide grin* See la, jump and run around after eating le... that's why you get appendicitis. *referring to Jenny's grandma* Yes, I know that's not true. If you are expecting a sympathy or a caring post, you're not going to get it. Hahaha. Just kidding. I hope you have been doing good. Don't strain yourself please. As for our Mount Kinabalu expedition, here are my thoughts. The selfish part of me would definitely want you to come. One, you're a guy. We need guys.... Two, I don't know the others. You're like our middleman. Thank goodness Jenny is coming. Three, cause it will be fun. But.... The  more logical and unselfish part of me says you s

"Robert Frost wrote, “ Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired .” There is some truth in that. We all want to be loved but just do not how to do it. However, to truly allow someone to love you all barriers have to be dropped. Walls must be broken down. You must allow yourself to be vulnerable. I detest my vulnerability. Again, I am a coward. I don’t like to let people in. I don’t want them to know that I am worn out; I am tired; I am jaded. I have been hurt one too many times. I have misjudged what love really is one too many times. Ultimately, my inability to let those who would love me into the deepest core of my being is based on my fear that this will result in my loss. " My sentiments exactly.... The writer above literally took the words out of my mouth. Enough said. :) God bless.

Sometimes, you never know. You never know that the person, with whom you are friends now, used to suffer from low self esteem. She used to be depressed, felt worthless and could never learn to love herself. She despised how she looked and wished truly with all her heart, how she could look just like other girls out there. Prettier, smarter, cooler. She struggled with herself for years... Going to school with only a cup of Milo for breakfast, resisting the urge to eat at recess, holding that hunger in check till she went home for lunch. How she drastically cut down her rice intake at home, from one bowl to half to a quarter and sometimes to two thirds of it. You never know what happened during her younger days, her history which she keeps hidden and untold, because of the humiliation and pain she endured. You never know that the person, whom you have become friends with, work with, exercise with, chat with, yum cha with, was once ponited at and called ugly by the opposite sex. In

Dear major players of the fashion industry, One thing I have to say to you, you guys (and girls, of course) have really changed the fashion trends that goes on around the world. Be it the Korean wave, Japanese, Ethnic, Hippie, 90's etc style, you got it, you cash in on it and you make it big. However, I dislike one of your current and upcoming (I fear) trends. Not in the clothes aspect, but the accessories. You know, the bling blings that girls (and some guys) adorn themselves with, some glittering so bright that it outshines the natural beauty these girls have.... I don't care about the bling blings. BUT I care about this. Do you know what this is? This, is what Catholic Christians call, the Rosary. It is used by us in some of our daily/weekly/monthly prayers. THIS is our prayer beads. It is sacred and meaningful to us, as we reflect on Jesus's life and our own. Why did I bring this up? You people have started using this as a FASHION accessory. Walk into Cott