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Tuesday, April 10, 2007

1 litre of tears



This japanese song is taken from 1 litre of tears. It's the love theme for the show... I love it.

Remioromen - Kona yuki
Kona yuki mau kisetsu wa
itsu mo sure chigai
hitogomi ni magirete mo
onaji sora miteru no ni
kaze ni fukarete
nita you ni kogoeru no ni

boku wa kimi no subete nado
shitte wa inai darou
sore demo ichiokunin kara
kimi wo mitsuketa yo
konkyo wa naikedo
honki de omotteru n da

sasai na ii ai mo nakute
onaji jikan wo
ikite nado ikenai
sunao ni narenai nara
yorokobi mo kanashimi mo
munashii dake

kona yuki nee kokoro made
shiroku somerareta nara
futari no kodoku wo
wake au koto ga dekita no kai

boku wa kimi no kokoro ni
mimi wo oshiatete
sono koe no suru hou e
sutto fukaku made
orite yukitai
soko de mou ichido aou

wakari aitai nante
uwabe wo nadete
ita no wa boku no hou
kimi no kajikanda te mo
nigirishimeru
koto dake de
tsunagatteta no ni

kona yuki nee
eien wo mae ni amari ni moroku
zara tsuku
asufaruto no ue shimi ni natte yuku yo

kona yuki nee
toki ni tayori naku kokoro wa yureru
sore demo boku wa kimi
no koto mamori tsuzuketai

kona yuki nee kokoro made
shiroku somerareta nara
futari no kodoku wo tsutsunde
sora ni kaesu kara

Remioromen - Powdered Snow (English translation)
We always pass by one another in the season
where the powdered snow flutters
Even though I slip away into the crowd,
we're looking up at the same sky
We're freezing,
as though we were blown by the same wind

I probably don't know
everything about you
Yet out of one hundred million people,
I found you
I have no basis for this,
but it really is what I think

There are no fights that are trivial
We can't live together
at the same time
If we can't be ourselves
Then happiness and sadness are both
just lies

Powdered snow, hey, when you coloured us white,
all the way to my heart
Could we then
understand our loneliness?

Pressing my ear
against your heart
I want to go down toward
the sound of your voice
Until I get down that deep,
let's meet up there again

I want us to understand
I was the one
who stroked the surface
Even though we were
connected by
Me holding your hand
that was numb with the cold

Powdered snow, hey,
you, in a way that is too fragile
Turn eternity
into a stain on the rough asphalt up ahead

Powdered snow, hey,
my unreliable heart wavers
And yet, I want
to keep protecting you

Powdered snow, hey, when you coloured us white,
all the way to my heart
You envelop our loneliness,
and return it back to the sky


Monday, April 02, 2007

"Joyce Soh contracted Meningitis at the young age of three. See how she struggles in overcoming the odds to truly inspire themselves and others."

I was watching this programme on Channel 5, Against All Odds, a few weeks back. Ok who am I kidding? What few weeks back? It was months loh! How long haven't I been updating already...

The above was the tagline for that particular episode. It was a touching and inspiring episode. I'll retell the story in the best way my memories allow me. It was about this girl, Joyce Soh, who had contracted Meningitis at the age of three.

It's a sad episode. Because of the disease, her intellect is suddenly 5 or 6 years backwards. She couldn't even write a simple chinese "Ren" character consisting of just 2 strokes, at the age of five. But her parents never gave up on her. They continued to exercise patience and tolerance on her.

The left side of her body doesn't function, and her left hand is deformed and pointed backwards. But she has learned to overcome the glares she received when she walks with one swinging right arm. It also means that performing daily mundane tasks is restricted to her right side.

Her ability of speech is compromised as well. Many at times, throughout her interviews, she would need to pause and think before she can come up with a suitable english word to express her thoughts and feelings.

Because of her illness, she was never able to follow her lessons, and was always excluded from any activities. She went through a lonely and friendless childhood. When her classmates are playing under the sun, she will be standing alone by the side, just watching, and she would wonder why it was her to be struck down with this illness.

Her father said this dunring one of the interviews, and I quote, "No matter how, she is still my daughter. She will always be my daughter."

Even when it became increasingly difficult for her to excel academically, she never gave up. When faced with a more challenging education system when she approached her secondary tertiary education, she persevered on, even though her results were always lacklustre. Her parents never gave up on her too, despite the school's constant suggestions to convince Mr. and Mrs. Soh to take her out.

When it was time for her 'N' Levels examinations, she put in her best efforts day and night, to prepare herself for the exams. But as fate would have it, she didn't make it. She failed her 'N' Levels.

But no, she wouldn't leave it at that. She refused to give up. She registered as a private candidate and spent the time before her exams to work doubly hard and make sure she will pass this time round. She went for her exams with anticipation and higher hopes. But unfortunately, she didn't make it too. She failed her second attempt, despite all her efforts and hard work.

The distraught Joyce decided to give it another shot, and this time round, the third time round, she made it, and got accepted into an ITE. Her mother was so happy for her. She finally made it to an ITE after taking the 'N' Levels for 3 times.

Joyce chose to go into administrative field, because she believes that administrative is the area that she will be able to excel. She worked even harder than she was before, and she finally graduated from the ITE.

Now the time has come for her to venture out into the working industry. She applied for numerous jobs, and went for numerous interviews, before she got accepted by a certain company as a Call Operator. Her mother almost burst into tears when she learnt about the news. Her mother said this and I quote, "It's even better than me winning the lottery. The prize money won't last my daughter for a lifetime, but her job will."

Before she started her job, she practised her speech by looking in the mirror everyday to ensure that she will be able to present her best over the phone. But because of the job scope and requirements, Joyce encountered numerous setbacks no matter how hard she tries. As she usually handles calls from overseas clients, she cannot afford to put them on hold for queries that she won't be able to think and react with a ready answer on the spot. The clients were also unhappy if she asked them to repeat their questions. Usually, to save overseas call costs, those clients would tend to speak faster with their own accents. It didn't help Joyce understand them better. Not forgetting that Joyce has speech problems, which doesn't allow her to speak as fast or pronounce the words in her mind as clear as the clients would have wanted it.

Needless to say, Joyce couldn't handle the basic requirements. Despite her diligent working attitude, she was asked to leave the company shortly after.

She had to continue her job search, and she landed an interview with a local hospital. I think it was NUH. She was accepted as a contract staff for 6 months, with lab administrative duties, and whether she will be given a permanent position, will depend on her six-month performance.

The medical world was a relatively new field to her. There were a lot of alien medical terms to her, and she had to grasp them all in time if she didn't want to receive the same treatment she had received from her previous company. She did her own research outside of work, to keep herself updated and current, with the nature of her job. She was determined to nail this job.

Thankfully, this time round, her hard work paid off. She was awarded a permanent position, which she was more than thankful to be given the opportunity. She has been in that job ever since.

Despite her incapabilities, she never gave up. She performs her tasks with only her right hand. She files documents, types her letters, carries her food tray, just to name a few, all with one hand.

What's so amazing about her is, she still finds time to help people who are less well-off then her. She takes time to look after the less fortunate, who are disabled, and spends time with them.

She said something during one of the interviews, which struck me greatly, and I quote, "To other people, I may be a disabled person. But to me, to myself, I'm not. I know I am not, and I can do anything as well as anyone else."

Unique individuals like her put many of us to shame. We are blessed with so many wonderful stuffs, and more often than not, we took our blessings for granted. We conveniently forgot the fact that there are many people who are less fortunate than us. And for the less-fortunate ones to be helping out the other less-fortunate people, it just shows that there is so much more we could have done and didn't.

It is truly inspiring. I learned, and I respect her. I thank her for the valuable lesson.

Against all odds, Joyce Soh didn't give up. She outshines.


Monday, March 05, 2007

  I just went for my entrance test yesterday.

For starters, I had an hour to draw an unnatural object. I spent a good ten minutes trying to pick a good object to do. And I choose to do this...

Photo-0422  

After the basic sketch, I didn't have time on my side anymore. I decided to concentrate more on the minor details and make do with color pencil colorings for the most part. Check out the wordings and fonts.

For the second part, I had 2 hours.
2 hours to do a visual representation of the words provided. I choose to do 'SNAP'. Thankfully, the photos from my magazine had an interesting red tone to it. Using magazine cuttings and a red color pencil, I came up with this...

 PHFD5D~1  

Erm... eh... I hope they look youger now. The 2 heads I mean. Left and right.
Notice the Pentel poster colors on top? Yup... that's my unnatural object.


Friday, January 26, 2007

I sleep at 6am, and I wake up at 2pm. My life is upside down. Literally. Physically.

Righhhhht.

It's not fun doing spring-cleaning. I have loads to pack, or arrange, or dispose, throw, or... whatever people wanna call it. Maybe I should tell my friends that I'm doing spring-disposing. It's that time of the year, where people throw away old stuffs to make room for new stuffs.

Ho-kay. For me, I shall start by throwing away old stuffs to make room for my existing stuffs first.

I wonder if I am going insane. I keep running through these thoughts in my head, about how I'm gonna dispose all those useless stuffs lying around at home, when my Mum's sleeping, or when she's out.

I imagine those stacks of books, piles of CDs, mountains of pens, sets or Hi-Fis, etc.. all coming together at night. And if they could talk, you know what they would say to each other?

Random novel: "My spine had stopped exercising 5 years ago. I need someone to flip through my pages and give me a breather. The silverfishes had just started their 6th generation on page 120!"

Ball-point pen: "At least you're still useful. My ink's all dried up. My ball's stopped rolling. I'm just like an old man, suffering from rheumatism from stiff joints."

Fountain pen, shaking frantically: "Brrr... I br-cant... br..."

Random magazine: "What's she saying? Gosh my pages are sticking to each other..."

Ball-point pen: "She's saying that she tip malfunctioned some time back, and that her tip is drowned by her own period, contained in her cap!"

Fountain pen shrieks: "BRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrfsej gbjks jknsga jsksg adjk!"

Ball-point pen: "She wants us to know she can't talk, only because her lips are gagged with ink! If her cap should ever be seperated from her, she'll be surging out a massive torrent of dull black ink!"

Every THING starts to turn chaotic.

Blah blah blah... Hey, they are just trying to do a prison break.

Ok stop. No I'm not crazy...

Righhhhhtttt........


Wednesday, December 13, 2006

OOH-K... I've been gone for quite a while now.

Just didn't know what else to write in.

The chalet was a SUCCESS! Haha. The wings were fabulous. The first tray is excellent. But the second tray is a lil' off taste. I wonder... not enough seasoning perhaps? We poured in Oyster sauce, Flower(Hiao) Carving(Diao) Wine, pepper... wrong it's cHuNkS of pepper , and we gave the chicken armpits a gOOoooOooD massage. When the wings came out... WOAH! The smell, I'm telling ya, it's EMPOWERING!

Lina and I worked on the stingrays. It was so HARD, we can't even chop it up. We barely did anything. Just apply nonya sambal medication, threw in some garlic and onions to kill bacteria, and then plaster it in aluminium bandage.  It turns out, everyone liked our First-Aid procedures. Appetizing.

Maureen, Wayne and I worked on the golden mushrooms and the bacon! We rolled, pressed and pierced... And everyone liked the bacon. Ok, typing about it now makes me crave for it. The mushrooms are so juicy!

I went to sleep earlier that day. I see so many people, I don't know what to say or do. So I went to zzz...

It was a good fun night. If only William was there too...



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