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June 29 Plastic SurgeryI have a chance to watch the Oprah Winfrey's Show the other day. The issue discussed was plastic surgery addiction. There was 3 women being invited to speak for their experience with plastic surgery. The first, a 26-year old woman who had 26 surgery and still counting!, the second, a housewife who addicted to lipo-suction and obsessed with small thighs and the third, a young woman who constantly dissatisfied with her look which eventually posed for nude in order to finance the 'fix'.
Every each of them has their story to tell and you will be amazed on their superficial outlook about beauty. At least, one of the among 3 admitted that she was SICK and she seeks help by having counselling sessions. The most funny part was, when Winfrey asked the husband whether he has any problem with the wife's fat thigh or small breast. He said not at all! He never had any issue with them. Can you imagine, one of them can't breathe properly bcos of the re-engineered nose for narrower nasal passage!! Gosh, that's really too much. Terrible bunch.
Anyway, Winfrey has tried her might to point out to the trios in viewing beauty in different perspectives but with little success. Personally, I think these women are sick! Not with their nose or chin .. but their MIND.
You know, I'm going to hit the three-O in 2 months time. I noticed I've 'lines' on my face!! I screamed .. holy smokesss!!!! .. I've WISDOM linesssssssss!! heeeeeheeeeeeeeee ..
P/s : err .. frankly speaking, I don't afraid of dying, but PAIN definitely will scare out of sh...t of me. Their threshold of pain is A++++ and I think I'm a 'F' for that. So, 3 cheers for them! June 27 SistersI met up with my sisters over the weekend for lunch. We met, eat and bitch everything under the sun. We did all the sisters stuff and had plenty of retails therapy. Awww .. pockets with deep hole! hehehee
I have 3 sisters and I'm the 2nd. From young, I always lamented that we have too many girls in the family. We got to share many many things and alot of times, have to fight for it. I remembered we used to fight for instant noodles! hehe .. Mom seldom cook instant noodles as we always served with home cooked food. We fight for the biggest bowl and time has changed since. I wonder if the instant noodles in the 80s tastier than now. We trying to get the smallest bowl. Oh well, everyone afraid of getting FAT! hahhaa .. so ironic. June 22 Everything has a genderHey, this is good and funny. Lighten up!
EVERYTHING HAS A GENDER You may not know this but many non-living things have a gender. Ziploc Bags are Male, because they hold everything in, but you can see right through them. Copiers are Female, because once turned off; it takes a while to warm them up again. It's an effective reproductive device if the right buttons are pushed,but can wreak havoc if the wrong buttons are pushed. A Tire is Male, because it goes bald and it's often over-inflated. A Hot Air Balloon is Male, because, to get it to go anywhere, you have to light a fire under it, and of course, there's the hot air part. Sponges are Female, because they're soft, squeezable and retain water. A Web Page is Female, because it's always getting hit on. A Subway is Male, because it uses the same old lines to pick people up. An Hourglass is Female, because over time, the weight shifts to the bottom. A Hammer is Male , because it hasn't changed much over the last 5,000 years, but it's handy to have around. A Remote Control is Female. Ha! You thought it'd be male , didn't you? But consider this - it gives a man pleasure, he'd be lost without it, and while he doesn't always know the right buttons to push, he keeps trying! June 21 Too FreeIt has been 2 weeks since my hellish schedule and now, life has been feather light. I can take my own sweet time to walk the road, talked with 'proper' sentence in humane speed and chew at least 20 times before I swallow my food.
Am I too exaggerating in my convoluted statement above? hahaha .. I bet I'm a little but believe me, I experienced it. My coursemate asked me take a moment when I choked while trying to spit out few yards of words in one breath.
Now, I have all the time in the world, relaxing and being downright lazy. It was fun and enjoyable initially but the 'euphoria' starts to wear off. I started to feel restless and the last thing I know, I'm having STRESS for being too free. Hmmppff .. I'm just into 2nd stress-free-'licensed' to be lazy week and I start complaining too free??. What a confusing being I am. June 20 NoiseWhatever sound that is unwarranted, undesired, uncalled-for or excessive is NOISE.
I usually travel to work by bus. It is a daily affair for me to get on to one at 7.30am so that I can reach office by 8.40am. I love the morning hour as my timing is still considered early and the morning rush hasn't set in yet. I used to enjoy my cool and breezy morning routine. What irritate me most is the TV Mobile in the bus! Spare me with all the LOUD news and tv advertisements! Its all for the wrong timing for these!!! Plurrreeessseeee!
For those who are not aware, Singapore has superb public transport. Air-conditioned, clean seats, convenient, fast service and we even have tv on board! TV Mobile they proudly called it and has been driving me CRAZY!
I done a little exercise lately by observing the passengers behavior in the bus. None pay attention to the stupid tv. Half of them busy entertaining themselves via the FM radio in their mobile, quarter of them snoring! and the balance nursing their morning daze.
Is it ETHICAL for the bus company to increase the transport fare every year and at the same time getting their other pockets full with advertising revenues? Poor us, the commuters, EVERYDAY bombarded with these annoying advertisments and programs blasting thru the stupid stereo. Yea, I'm complaining bcos my ears are suffering.
June 18 The Law of The SeedWhenever you saw me posting none other that my own write-up, that means I don't have any to contribute for the day.
This article has been my all time favorites. It changed my perspectives in many ways. Have a relaxing read and I hope it does to you too. Happy reading!
P/s : Sorry, I don't have the name of this brilliant writer, so I didn't put the source at the end of the article.
Take a look at an apple tree.
There might be five hundred apples on the tree, but each apple has just ten seeds. That's a lot of seeds! We might ask, "Why would you need so many seeds to grow just a few more apple trees?" Nature has something to teach us here. It's telling us: "Not all seeds grow. In life, most seeds never grow. So if you really want to make something happen, you had better try more than once." This might mean: a) You'll attend twenty interviews to get one job. b) You'll interview forty people to find one good employee. c) You'll talk to fifty people to sell one house, one car, one vacuum cleaner, one insurance policy, or a business idea.
d) And you might meet a hundred acquaintances just to find one special friend. When we understand the "Law of the Seed", we don't get so disappointed. We stop feeling like victims. We learn how to deal with things that happen to us. Laws of nature are not things to take personally. We just need to understand them - and work with them. IN A NUTSHELL Successful people fail more often. But they plant more seeds. When Things Are Beyond your control, here's something that you must NOT DO so as to avoid misery in your life: a) You must not decide how you think the world SHOULD be. b) You must not make rules for how everyone SHOULD behave. c) Then, when the world doesn't obey your rules, you get angry! d) That's what miserable people do! On the other hand, let's say you expect that: a) Friends SHOULD return favors. b) People SHOULD appreciate you. c) Planes SHOULD arrive on time. d) Everyone SHOULD be honest. e) Your husband or best friend SHOULD remember your birthday. These expectations may sound reasonable. But often, these things won't happen! So you end up frustrated and disappointed. There's a better strategy. Demand less, and instead, have preferences! For things that are beyond your control, tell yourself: "I WOULD PREFER "A", BUT IF "B" HAPPENS, IT'S OK TOO!" <-- Me : I absolutely agree with this! This is really a change in mindset. It is a shift in attitude, and it gives you more peace of mind ... You prefer that people are polite ... but when they are rude, it doesn't ruin your day. You prefer sunshine ... but if it rains, it is ok too! To become happier, we either need to a) Change the world, or b) Change our thinking It is easier to change our Thinking! IN A NUTSHELL It is not the problem that is the issue, but rather it is your attitude attending to the problem that is the problem. It's not what happens to you that determine your happiness. It's how you think about what happens to you! June 16 I'm sick todayI'm sick today. I couldn't drag myself up in morning and had decided call in for sick leave. I've all the flu symptoms and my throat is burning! I went to see the doc at the local polyclinic and I felt so lucky that the clinic is just a stone throw away.
This polyclinic is a government clinic and I'll have to wait for almost 2 hours to see the doc. The place crowded with old aunties and uncles. Yeah, a lot of them with sickly face and of cos, I 'm one of them. I self-helped with some magazines while waiting for my queue no. to be shown on the digital board.
I picked up some local health magazine that features nothing but aging issues. As you may aware, Singapore is facing real problem about rapid greying population. The aging rate is faster than the replacement rate e.g. low birth rate.
It is a national debate now in the parliament. Many initiatives taken by the government in order to keep this pool of older folks occupied and self-sufficient. A lot of goodies and incentives are given to entice young couples to get married and have kids. I'm not sure if the today X-generation are prepared, be ready and obediently to answer the calls for more births. Do you know that majority of them are having DINC Syndrome. DINC = Dual.Income.No.Children. I guess many developed countries facing the same problem nowadays.
OK, you know what, I would like to type more but sick ppl (me) need to rest now. I hope I'll be ok soon with few more doses of drugs. And dang .. the doc prescribed all the drowsy type. I slept like a corpse today!! June 14 HoroscopeIt has been a long time since I bought and read the newspaper daily. I've not been following local/world news except thru the few mins or so news reporting from the tv. Anyway, I don't think there would be any interesting news except the whole world is running a temperature with World Cup. Wives became 'soccer widow' and the children became 'soccer orphan'! Daddy seems soo busy nursing his soccer match! hahaha
Soccer never my cup of tea. My sis was 'influenced' by the bf and became a Chelsea fan. She told me lots of names and tactics which enough to make my eyes wide shut! Ahhh .. boring! :P
Okay, no to deviate from the title of this entry of which I suppose to talk about. If I'm not wrong, in every newspaper, there should be a dedicated section for Horoscope. I wonder how many of you out there bother to read it and to believe what it tells you.
I do. I read it religiously but I don't exactly believe it. Am I contradicting myself? Reading the Horoscope is like having a cup of
Today's reading caught my attention and I had decided to make it as today entry. It said :
"Compassion is only compassion when it is applied to everyone. If it is applied selectively, then it just becomes judgment and hurts more than it helps. So this person is not with the programme. Can you help?" - LEO
Interesting and meaningful somehow. I totally agree with the statement. If compassion applies selectively, it will become judgment that loaded full with tinted perceptions! Compassion is compassion, it supposed to be undifferentiated and unconditional. :P If you know Dhamma, you should know what I mean. For those who don't, feel free to drop me a message. I'll try to explain in greater detail.
I don't know if there anyone that is "not in the programme" who needs my help??? Anyway, I don't use my small brain to crack the 'code'. Means, trying very very hard to intepret the statement or to speculate any possible meanings. I'm no sooth-sayer. Excuse me, I've much better things to do. I'm a busy Executive! Hrmmmm ... and the better things to do is spend time typing all this 'CRAP'??? hahahaaa June 12 Older woman and a boy?Last Fri, I met up with a friend at airport and I got some presents. He is kind to have bought me some polo shirts and DVDs during his business trip in China. I don't wish to complain but the shirts simply NOT SO ME! I looked so funny in it. My sis said, I looked like a Filipino maid with an oversized white polo.
Hrmmm ... I guess I've to pass it on to someone who can take the size. If he happend to ask me about it, l'll just say .. 'oh, it fit me 'nicely' Shesssh .. this to encourage him to buy me more stuff!!! hahahaaa *greedy*
He bought me couple of DVDs too. I just watched one which titled "Prime" starred by Uma Thurman and Meryl Streep. It talked about Rafi (Uma), a newly divorced 37 years old career woman from Manhattan met a talented 23 years old painter boy which happend to be Rafi's therapist (Meryl) son. This 'boy' later falls in love with her. And of cos the therapist mom devastated after knowing the affair.
Personally, I don't particularly enjoy the show as I found it ridiculous in the first place. Logically, I don't think it is realistic to accept let alone to fall in love to a boy younger than 14 years!!! Yea yea, "Demi Moore & her toyboy-turned husband" can be potentially a living proof. The question here is how sustain in 10-20 years to come? When time passes, the age gap related issues will widen indefinitely. Physical and emotional issues are enough to kill you. Nowadays, a 'normal setting couple' has problem sustaining their relationship. Least to say to older woman & boy couple who has more odds to overcome. I don't mean to be skeptic but errr .. can't help it. I'm so sorry. My mind maybe too narrow and my values are too conservative perhaps.
I don't mean to question those who are in the midst of this type of relationship, you'll have my purest wishes for happiness. :) To me,
1 year younger : it is ok, preferably not.
2 years younger : errrr ... it may be still ok, but rather no no
3 years younger : hey ..its already a huge struggle. Unless this boy can
'brain-washed' me that he is the worthiest guy on earth
that I must grab tightly! hahaaa
3 years and above : NO, no, no and nooooooo, I will rather become a NUN
Anyway, I do learn something from the show. When a single woman in her mid or late thirties, she is a clock-fighter, a time runner! That just soo unfair!
P/s : Ah hem, I need to say that first as I'll be in that group very soon!!! Uuhhhuhh You've got to find what you love,' Steve Jobs saysI know this article is super long but it is worth the read. That's why I took the risk to bored you to death by pasting it here. Trust me, it worth your time.
Steve Jobs' speech at Stanford University. This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005. I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories. The 1st Story is about CONNECTING THE DOTS. I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out? It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student , and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college. And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuitio n. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting. It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5ý deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceles s later on. Let me give you one example: Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating. None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later. Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something - your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life. My 2nd Story is about LOVE & LOSS. I was lucky - I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation - the Macintosh - a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating. I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dr opped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me - I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over. I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life. During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds fi rst computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I retuned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together. I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle. My 3rd Story is about DEATH. When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something. Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything - all external expectations, all pride, a ll fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart. About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy a s possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes. I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now. This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept: No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true. Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other peopleýs thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary. When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Ste wart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions. Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you grad uate to begin anew, I wish that for you. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. Thank you all very much. Steve Jobs June 11 Lazy Sat!As I've promised myself, I spent the whole Sat doing practically nothing. I guess I'm having post-exam effect now. My room is messy, dirty sneakers, piled up laundry and sticky floor! hahahaha .. I was lucky as my sis' friend is coming over to stay for this weekend. So, she has no choice but to clean up before she comes or else, it would be embarassing to let her see our "dog house".
It was a mad mad period. I'm seriously need a haircut, a facial and some foot reflexology. And .. some retail therapy tooo!
June 07 Virtual is crap?Somebody "harrassed" me after knowing I kept a blog. I relented after a few push and gave him my blog web. The first thing he said was what sort of CRAP I'm doing on the virtual world? Why wasting time and resources typing crap stories online which he sees little value of. His reason was why virtual and not be realistic? Live the life, he said. I was a bit hurt getting this un-kind remarks. And I thought, hey, who the hell is he to say my effort of keeping a blog is crap? His insensitive behavior is in his blood. Well-known for it. So, I just ignored him. A bit regret of letting him know in the first place. Hope he will not be visiting this page anymore.
You must be curious to know who is he. Errmm .. he is someone who has all the spoilt-brat syndrome. That's him, my least preferred friend who is brown in color.
Phewww .. I just finished my exam. I'm really glad it finally OVER. I'm officially discharged of study duties for at least 2-3 months. Yeahh!!!! I deserve this break. Money is tight recently so I may not have the luxury to take holiday package. Maybe I should visit some zoo or bird park or couch potatoes at home .
June 04 Obese catsAs usual, like any other mornings I went down to the nearest hawker centre for food with sis. While we walked, we saw few obese cats lying so cooly on the floor near the shops. Looked at the way they slouched lazily on the cemented floor, I felt so darn critical. It must be something wrong with me, I'm fussing up an issue with these cats?!?!!
Pointing to the cats, I jokingly said to my sis .. Life is a BITCH!! Look at them. Great life and getting fat! I don't think cats in any other developing countries have that kind of good life. If they're in China, I'm afraid they have just made their way to the menu, become one of the exotic delicacies.
It has been my usual tagline to say "Life is a BITCH".
P/s : I wonder if these obese cats have risk of getting stroke due to high cholesterol. Hrmm.. I guess the owners need to put them on diet. hahaa ... yeah .. I'm being critical here. My sis says, give me a breakkkk. Leave the poor cat alone! :P June 02 Gruesome hoursSpending 3 gruesome hours scribbling non-stop is really a challenge for the small fingers. Tensed muscle, quicken heartbeat and electric speed of mental activities are common signs in the exam hall. You got to vomit out whatever you've revised and constantly "wow" the lecturer with your out-of-norm theories in your papers in order to score an A. Of course, you can't deviate much as you still need to answer to the question. No ifs, no buts but total compliance.
Although mind is a bit hazy and fainty now but I'm really glad it was over. Need to conserve more energy for the next paper in Wed. Wish me luck! June 01 Lost PhoneHiya .. what a day for me. I guess all the late nights study and enormous textbooks content clouded my mind for weeks. Unable to think straight till I've no idea how my mobile gone missing. This really unnecessary man!
Mobile phone nowadays become a device that inseparable with the owner. Recently, a 17 years old student in local polytechnic became the headline of whole Singapore for her explicit self-made phone sex video. The news had caused quite a furore in the local media. I read that the few mins video had made its way to illegal VCD market and sold in Penang, Malaysia!!
For your info, my phone is CLEAN. I lost some pictures of friends and family members. Eh .. I don't remember I have any of my picture saved in there! yeh yeh! I'm smart, don't you think? hahaa I'll surely miss my cute niece recorded voice. She sang quite a no. of tunes which I managed to record it down. *sigh* .. and all the contacts. What an unfortunate loss.
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