tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85912139700122686682024-03-06T04:43:40.846+08:00random thots...Anuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930786939172984964noreply@blogger.comBlogger109125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591213970012268668.post-85479146776874234122010-06-08T22:46:00.003+08:002010-06-08T22:52:00.108+08:00it'll all be worth it...<div align="center">Wow... I haven't felt this excited in ages!! </div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">My heartbeat quickens at the thought of Friday approaching.. Literally... </div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">All the primping up makes me look forward to surprising him...</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">Waiting for these 3 days to pass in eager anticipation...</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">In the middle of sth, I'll break out into a wide smile.. =D </div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">I'm so thankful to all my friends who are as happy for me.. </div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">I'm sure it'll all be worth it!!! =)</div><div align="center">~</div>Anuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930786939172984964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591213970012268668.post-63757344743323264682010-05-23T17:43:00.002+08:002010-05-23T17:54:28.092+08:00ShrekLoved the movie.. In 3D... =D<br />Moral of the story: Be contended with what you have.<br /><br />Carpenters - Top of the World<br /><br /><em>Such a feelin's comin' over me</em><br /><em>There is wonder in most everything I see</em><br /><em>Not a cloud in the sky</em><br /><em>Got the sun in my eyes</em><br /><em>And I won't be surprised if it's a dream</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Everything I want the world to be</em><br /><em>Is now coming true especially for me</em><br /><em>And the reason is clear</em><br /><em>It's because you are here</em><br /><em>You're the nearest thing to heaven that I've seen</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>(*) I'm on the top of the world lookin' down on creation</em><br /><em>And the only explanation I can find</em><br /><em>Is the love that I've found ever since you've been around</em><br /><em>Your love's put me at the top of the world</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Something in the wind has learned my name</em><br /><em>And it's tellin' me that things are not the same</em><br /><em>In the leaves on the trees and the touch of the breeze</em><br /><em>There's a pleasin' sense of happiness for me</em><br /><em>There is only one wish on my mind</em><br /><em>When this day is through I hope that I will find</em><br /><em>That tomorrow will be just the same for you and me</em><br /><em>All I need will be mine if you are here</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Repeat (*) twice </em>Anuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930786939172984964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591213970012268668.post-61967491612903262092010-05-11T20:10:00.000+08:002010-05-12T11:13:31.591+08:00Healthy...<div align="center">Mon - Yoga</div><div align="center">Tue - Run with colleagues to flyer & back</div><div align="center">Fri - Aerobics class with mum & cuzzie</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">July 25 - SHAPE run!! 5 km!!</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.shape.com.sg/promo/2010/shaperun/">http://www.shape.com.sg/promo/2010/shaperun/</a></div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I think i'm going crazy.. & building calf muscles... =D</div><div align="center">~</div>Anuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930786939172984964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591213970012268668.post-85125339124933555042010-05-02T20:37:00.003+08:002010-05-02T23:19:32.468+08:00Going crazy...<div align="center"><em><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">If there's a knock on my door,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">Whenever someone calls out my name,<br /></span></em><em><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">Every time</span></em><em><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"> my phone rings,<br />Anytime any of the above happens,<br /></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">I wish it were u.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">I think I'm going crazy...<br />No..<br />I know I must be crazy..<br />~<br /></span></em></div>Anuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930786939172984964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591213970012268668.post-10974015518957923922010-05-01T19:45:00.000+08:002010-05-01T19:45:00.983+08:00Dedicated to my darlin Janice-y...<div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Ain't no sunshine when she's gone.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>It's not warm when she's away.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Ain't no sunshine when she's gone</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>and she's always gone too long</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>anytime she goes away.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Wonder this time where she's gone,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>wonder if she's gone to stay</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Ain't no sunshine when she's gone</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>and this house just ain't no home</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>anytime she goes away.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>I know, I know, I know</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Hey, I ought to leave the young thing alone,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>but ain't no sunshine when she's gone,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>ain't no sunshine when she's gone,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>only darkness everyday.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Ain't no sunshine when she's gone,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>and this house just ain't no home</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>anytime she goes away.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Anytime she goes away.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Anytime she goes away.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Anytime she goes away.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Anytime she goes away.</em></span></div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I miss u dear...</div><div align="center">~</div>Anuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930786939172984964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591213970012268668.post-48726092523413944262010-04-27T20:23:00.002+08:002010-04-29T21:12:09.370+08:00Ranjha Ranjha lyrics from Raavan movie (ARR magic)<div align="left"><strong>Song Name: Ranjha Ranjha<br />Film/Album: Raavan<br />Singer(s): Rekha Bhardwaj, Javed Ali, Anuradha Sriram<br />Music Director: A R Rahman<br />Lyricist: Gulzar</strong><br /><br />Ranjha ranjha kardi ve main aape ranjha hoyi<br />Ranjha ranjha saddo ni mainu heer na aakho koyi<br />(note: the above two lines are by Bulleh shah)<br />(I have been chanting the name of Ranjha so much that I myself have<br />become Ranjha)<br />(Call me Ranjha, there is nobody with the name Heer here)<br /><br />Oo ranjha ranjha na kar heere jag badnami hoye<br />Patti patti jhar jaave par khushboo chup na hoye<br />(o Heer, don't chant the name of ranjha because it would lead to<br />infamy in the world)<br />(the petals of the flowers wither away, but the fragrance doesn't<br />become silent and is still there in withered petals)<br /><br />Begunah pakda gaya (yaaro), ishq mein jakda gaya (yaaro)<br />Aankh ke dosh mein dil (yaaro), bewajah pakda gaya (yaaro)<br />(the one who was innocent got nabbed, o friends.)<br />(he got shackled in the love)<br />(it was a mistake of the eye that it saw the beloved, and it was the<br />heart that got caught for no reason)<br /><br />Aankh se hatt ti nahin, arrey hatt ti nahin, arrey hatt ti nahin<br />Sotey sotey bolta hoon, kabhi bolte bolte sota hoon<br />Kya jaane kya hota hai, kabhi jalti aag dadolta hoon<br />Ek baar to aake dekhe woh bhi<br />(her image doesn't leave my eyes)<br />(I start to speak while asleep)<br />(whereas sometimes I fall asleep while talking)<br />(I don't know what happens to me)<br />(sometimes I explore burning fire)<br /><br />Ranjha ranjha kardi ve main aape ranjha hoyi<br />Ranjha ranjha saddo ni mainu heer na aakho koyi<br />Oo ranjha ranjha na kar heere jag badnami hoye<br />Patti patti jhar jaave par khushboo chup na hoye<br /><br />Jal ja, jal ja ishq mein jal ja, jale se kangan ho<br />Jalti raakh laga le maathe lagey to chandan hoye<br />Ranjha ranjha kardi ve main<br />Ranjha ranjha kardi ve main aape ranjha hoyi<br />Ranjha ranjha saddo ni mainu heer na aakho koyi<br />(get ignited, get burnt, get burnt in the fire of love, by getting<br />burnt, one becomes a bracelet)<br />(by putting the burning ash to the forehead, it will feel cool like<br />sandalwood)<br /><br />Waqt katt ta bhi nahin, waqt rukta bhi nahin<br />Dil hai sajde mein magar, ishq jhukta bhi nahin<br />Bina tere raatein, arrey raatein kyun lambhi lagti hain<br />Kabhi tera gussa, teri baatein kyun achchi lagti hain<br />Yeh jalte koyle, arrey koyle ab rakhna mushkil hai<br />(the time doesn't pass, the doesn't even stop)<br />(the heart is bowing to someone, but the love doesn't even stoop)<br />(without you, why do the nights appear longer)<br />(sometimes your anger, sometimes your talk, why do they feel good)<br />(these burning coals, it has now become difficult to keep them)<br /><br />Ranjha ranjha kardi ve main aape ranjha hoyi<br />Ranjha ranjha saddo ni mainu heer na aakho koyi<br />Oo ranjha ranjha na kar heere jag badnami hoye<br />Patti patti jhar jaave par khushboo chup na hoye<br />Jal ja, jal ja ishq mein jal ja, jale se kangan ho<br />Jalti raakh laga le maathe lagey to chandan hoye<br /><br />Chal, chal junoon chalte rahein, tu kahin theher nahin<br />Dil agar aa bhi gaya, woh tera shehar nahin<br />Bina tere saansein, arrey saansein kahin khatam na ho jaayein<br />Sabi teri yaadein, sabi yaadein kahin basam na ho jaayein<br />Sulagte koyle, arrey koyle ab bujhna mushkil hai<br /><br />(let us move on together, o my madness, we keep on moving on, you<br />should not halt anywhere)<br />(if you heart likes a place, that is still not your destination)<br />(without you, hope the breaths don't get finished up)<br />(all your memories, all memories, hope they don't get burnt to ash)<br />(coals are burning, o coals, it is now difficult to stop burning)<br /><br />Ranjha ranjha kardi ve main<br />Ranjha ranjha kardi ve main aape ranjha hoyi<br />Ranjha ranjha saddo ni mainu heer na aakho koyi<br />Ranjha ranjha kardi ve main aape ranjha hoyi<br />Ranjha ranjha kardi ve main aape ranjha hoyi<br /><br />Oo ranjha ranjha na kar heere jag badnami hoye<br />Patti patti jhar jaave par khushboo chup na hoye<br />Ranjha ranjha kardi ve main aape ranjha hoyi - 4 times<br /></div><div align="center">~</div>Anuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930786939172984964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591213970012268668.post-66782976267933736222010-04-26T22:16:00.000+08:002010-04-27T20:33:23.411+08:00Cambodia tales...<div align="left">OMG!! how could everyone who told us how beautiful the place is not mention how scarily hot it is???!!!! I got heat stroke and almost died!! OK, that's an exaggeration. But truthfully, I suffered alot.. had fever, sorethroat, cold, runny nose... I had to keep popping pills like they were sweets.. arghhhh.. food sucked.. msg was their main ingredient...</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="left">But then there were moments.. of just astounding beauty... Sunset over the temple, sunrise at Angkor Wat, the beautiful sculptings on the walls, stories of Hinduism and Buddhism, the sad tales of how religions clashed back then itself.. Not to forget Happy Angkor Pizza.. hahah....</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="left">Someone betta give me a medal for having gone thru Cambodia.. But I feel confident to take on <em><span style="color:#6600cc;">Nepal</span></em> next.. Anyone interested?? =D</div><div align="center">~</div>Anuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930786939172984964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591213970012268668.post-60489656242780555572010-04-21T20:13:00.000+08:002010-04-21T20:13:00.491+08:00Yet another exotic destination... Cambodia...<div align="center">Siem Reap, here we come...</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">Maersketeers, I'm glad we've made this an annual event... =D</div><div align="center">~</div>Anuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930786939172984964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591213970012268668.post-40610469517976381732010-04-21T08:48:00.001+08:002010-04-21T08:48:00.601+08:00Happiness abounds...<div align="center"><em>The whale has a bump, no! not a hump, but a queery kind of lump right opposite her rump.</em> - courtesy of my pregnant fren...</div><div align="center">~</div><div align="center">Once upon a time, I thought all my frens were getting married.. Now, they're all getting pregnant!!! Happiness abounds...</div><div align="center">.</div>Anuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930786939172984964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591213970012268668.post-21199593337034121252010-04-18T08:45:00.000+08:002010-04-18T08:45:00.714+08:00Home...<div align="center"><em><span style="color:#6600cc;">7th Heaven<br />When I see their happy faces,<br />smilin' back at me...<br />7th heaven<br />I know there's no greater feelin' than the love of family<br />Where can you go<br />When The world don't treat you right?<br />The answer is home!!!!!!!!!<br />That's the one place that you'll find,<br />7th heaven.<br />Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!<br />7th Heaven<br />7th heaven</span></em></div>Anuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930786939172984964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591213970012268668.post-12217265477692222682010-04-17T09:32:00.000+08:002010-04-17T09:32:00.404+08:00Dilbert's Words of Wisdom<div align="center"><strong><u><em>Dilbert's Words of Wisdom</em></u></strong></div><div align="left"><br />- I can please only one person per day. Today is not your day. Tomorrow isn't looking good, either.<br />- I love deadlines. I especially like the whooshing sound they make as they go flying by.<br />- I'd explain it to you, but your brain would explode.<br />- Tell me what you need and I'll tell you how to get along without it.<br />- I don't have an attitude problem. You have a perception problem.<br />- On the keyboard of life, always keep one finger on the Escape key.<br />- I don't suffer from stress. I'm a carrier.<br />- Never argue with an idiot. They drag you down to their level.<br />- Don't be irreplaceable --> if you can't be replaced, you can't be promoted.</div><div align="left">- After any salary raise, you will have less money at the end of the month than you did before.</div><div align="left">- You are always doing something marginal when the boss drops by your desk.</div><div align="left">- If it wasn't for the last minute, nothing would get done.</div><div align="left">- When you don't know what to do, walk fast, carry a clipboard, and look worried.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center">~</div>Anuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930786939172984964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591213970012268668.post-32988002211267053292010-04-16T12:27:00.000+08:002010-04-16T12:27:00.543+08:00Blindsided...I wish I were elsewhere right now...<br /><br />-----<br />Written by Adrian Tan, author of The Teenage Textbook (1988), was the guest-of-honour at a recent NTU convocation ceremony. This was his speech to the graduating class of 2008.<br />-----<br /><br />I must say thank you to the faculty and staff of the Wee Kim Wee School of Communication and Information for inviting me to give your convocation address. It’s a wonderful honour and a privilege for me to speak here for ten minutes without fear of contradiction, defamation or retaliation. I say this as a Singaporean and more so as a husband.<br /><br />My wife is a wonderful person and perfect in every way except one. She is the editor of a magazine. She corrects people for a living. She has honed her expert skills over a quarter of a century, mostly by practising at home during conversations between her and me.<br /><br />On the other hand, I am a litigator. Essentially, I spend my day telling people how wrong they are. I make my living being disagreeable.<br /><br />Nevertheless, there is perfect harmony in our matrimonial home. That is because when an editor and a litigator have an argument, the one who triumphs is always the wife.<br /><br />And so I want to start by giving one piece of advice to the men: when you’ve already won her heart, you don’t need to win every argument.<br /><br />Marriage is considered one milestone of life. Some of you may already be married. Some of you may never be married. Some of you will be married. Some of you will enjoy the experience so much, you will be married many, many times. Good for you.<br /><br />The next big milestone in your life is today: your graduation. The end of education. You’re done learning.<br /><br />You’ve probably been told the big lie that “Learning is a lifelong process” and that therefore you will continue studying and taking masters’ degrees and doctorates and professorships and so on. You know the sort of people who tell you that? Teachers. Don’t you think there is some measure of conflict of interest? They are in the business of learning, after all. Where would they be without you? They need you to be repeat customers.<br /><br />The good news is that they’re wrong.<br /><br />The bad news is that you don’t need further education because your entire life is over. It is gone. That may come as a shock to some of you. You’re in your teens or early twenties. People may tell you that you will live to be 70, 80, 90 years old. That is your life expectancy.<br /><br />I love that term: life expectancy. We all understand the term to mean the average life span of a group of people. But I’m here to talk about a bigger idea, which is what you expect from your life.<br /><br />You may be very happy to know that Singapore is currently ranked as the country with the third highest life expectancy. We are behind Andorra and Japan, and tied with San Marino. It seems quite clear why people in those countries, and ours, live so long. We share one thing in common: our football teams are all hopeless. There’s very little danger of any of our citizens having their pulses raised by watching us play in the World Cup. Spectators are more likely to be lulled into a gentle and restful nap.<br /><br />Singaporeans have a life expectancy of 81.8 years. Singapore men live to an average of 79.21 years, while Singapore women live more than five years longer, probably to take into account the additional time they need to spend in the bathroom.<br /><br />So here you are, in your twenties, thinking that you’ll have another 40 years to go. Four decades in which to live long and prosper.<br /><br />Bad news. Read the papers. There are people dropping dead when they’re 50, 40, 30 years old. Or quite possibly just after finishing their convocation. They would be very disappointed that they didn’t meet their life expectancy.<br /><br />I’m here to tell you this. Forget about your life expectancy.<br /><br />After all, it’s calculated based on an average. And you never, ever want to expect being average.<br /><br />Revisit those expectations. You might be looking forward to working, falling in love, marrying, raising a family. You are told that, as graduates, you should expect to find a job paying so much, where your hours are so much, where your responsibilities are so much.<br /><br />That is what is expected of you. And if you live up to it, it will be an awful waste.<br /><br />If you expect that, you will be limiting yourself. You will be living your life according to boundaries set by average people. I have nothing against average people. But no one should aspire to be them. And you don’t need years of education by the best minds in Singapore to prepare you to be average.<br /><br /><strong>LIFE’S A MESS<br /></strong><br />What you should prepare for is mess. Life’s a mess. You are not entitled to expect anything from it. Life is not fair. Everything does not balance out in the end. Life happens, and you have no control over it. Good and bad things happen to you day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment. Your degree is a poor armour against fate.<br /><br />Don’t expect anything. Erase all life expectancies. Just live. Your life is over as of today. At this point in time, you have grown as tall as you will ever be, you are physically the fittest you will ever be in your entire life and you are probably looking the best that you will ever look. This is as good as it gets. It is all downhill from here. Or up. No one knows.<br /><br />What does this mean for you? It is good that your life is over.<br /><br />Since your life is over, you are free. Let me tell you the many wonderful things that you can do when you are free.<br /><br /><strong>RESIST THE TEMPTATION TO GET A JOB. INSTEAD, PLAY.</strong><br /><br />The most important is this: do not work.<br /><br />Work is anything that you are compelled to do. By its very nature, it is undesirable.<br /><br />Work kills. The Japanese have a term “Karoshi”, which means death from overwork. That’s the most dramatic form of how work can kill. But it can also kill you in more subtle ways. If you work, then day by day, bit by bit, your soul is chipped away, disintegrating until there’s nothing left. A rock has been ground into sand and dust.<br /><br />There’s a common misconception that work is necessary. You will meet people working at miserable jobs. They tell you they are “making a living”. No, they’re not. They’re dying, frittering away their fast-extinguishing lives doing things which are, at best, meaningless and, at worst, harmful.<br /><br />People will tell you that work ennobles you, that work lends you a certain dignity. Work makes you free. The slogan “Arbeit macht frei” was placed at the entrances to a number of Nazi concentration camps. Utter nonsense.<br /><br />Do not waste the vast majority of your life doing something you hate so that you can spend the small remainder sliver of your life in modest comfort. You may never reach that end anyway.<br /><br />Resist the temptation to get a job. Instead, play. Find something you enjoy doing. Do it. Over and over again. You will become good at it for two reasons: you like it, and you do it often. Soon, that will have value in itself.<br /><br />I like arguing, and I love language. So, I became a litigator. I enjoy it and I would do it for free. If I didn’t do that, I would’ve been in some other type of work that still involved writing fiction – probably a sports journalist.<br /><br />So what should you do? You will find your own niche. I don’t imagine you will need to look very hard. By this time in your life, you will have a very good idea of what you will want to do. In fact, I’ll go further and say the ideal situation would be that you will not be able to stop yourself pursuing your passions. By this time you should know what your obsessions are. If you enjoy showing off your knowledge and feeling superior, you might become a teacher.<br /><br />Find that pursuit that will energise you, consume you, become an obsession. Each day, you must rise with a restless enthusiasm. If you don’t, you are working.<br /><br />Most of you will end up in activities which involve communication. To those of you I have a second message: be wary of the truth. I’m not asking you to speak it, or write it, for there are times when it is dangerous or impossible to do those things. The truth has a great capacity to offend and injure, and you will find that the closer you are to someone, the more care you must take to disguise or even conceal the truth. Often, there is great virtue in being evasive, or equivocating. There is also great skill. Any child can blurt out the truth, without thought to the consequences. It takes great maturity to appreciate the value of silence.<br /><br />In order to be wary of the truth, you must first know it. That requires great frankness to yourself. Never fool the person in the mirror.<br /><br /><strong>BE HATED.</strong><br /><br />I have told you that your life is over, that you should not work, and that you should avoid telling the truth. I now say this to you: be hated.<br /><br />It’s not as easy as it sounds. Do you know anyone who hates you? Yet every great figure who has contributed to the human race has been hated, not just by one person, but often by a great many. That hatred is so strong it has caused those great figures to be shunned, abused, murdered and in one famous instance, nailed to a cross.<br /><br />One does not have to be evil to be hated. In fact, it’s often the case that one is hated precisely because one is trying to do right by one’s own convictions. It is far too easy to be liked, one merely has to be accommodating and hold no strong convictions. Then one will gravitate towards the centre and settle into the average. That cannot be your role. There are a great many bad people in the world, and if you are not offending them, you must be bad yourself. Popularity is a sure sign that you are doing something wrong.<br /><br /><strong>LOVE ANOTHER HUMAN-BEING</strong><br /><br />The other side of the coin is this: fall in love.<br /><br />I didn’t say “be loved”. That requires too much compromise. If one changes one’s looks, personality and values, one can be loved by anyone.<br /><br />Rather, I exhort you to love another human being. It may seem odd for me to tell you this. You may expect it to happen naturally, without deliberation. That is false. Modern society is anti-love. We’ve taken a microscope to everyone to bring out their flaws and shortcomings. It far easier to find a reason not to love someone, than otherwise. Rejection requires only one reason. Love requires complete acceptance. It is hard work – the only kind of work that I find palatable.<br /><br />Loving someone has great benefits. There is admiration, learning, attraction and something which, for the want of a better word, we call happiness. In loving someone, we become inspired to better ourselves in every way. We learn the truth worthlessness of material things. We celebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul.<br /><br />Loving someone is therefore very important, and it is also important to choose the right person. Despite popular culture, love doesn’t happen by chance, at first sight, across a crowded dance floor. It grows slowly, sinking roots first before branching and blossoming. It is not a silly weed, but a mighty tree that weathers every storm.You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less important than the brain, and the body is less important than the heart.<br /><br />You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your love is not reciprocated. You are not doing it to be loved back. Its value is to inspire you.<br /><br />Finally, you will find that there is no half-measure when it comes to loving someone. You either don’t, or you do with every cell in your body, completely and utterly, without reservation or apology. It consumes you, and you are reborn, all the better for it.<br /><br />Don’t work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.<br />~Anuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930786939172984964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591213970012268668.post-44046830305321446412010-04-13T08:19:00.000+08:002010-04-13T08:19:00.658+08:00age catches up...<div align="center">I'm old enough to buy a home PC... 8(</div><div align="center">~</div><div align="center">UPDATES: I've thought about it... I'm not ashamed of my age.. </div><div align="center">I only grow more confident with the added experience.. =P</div>Anuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930786939172984964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591213970012268668.post-354417461177265982010-04-11T20:26:00.004+08:002010-04-15T16:44:06.532+08:00Dresses...<div align="center">My <a href="http://bonitochico.livejournal.com/">bonitochico</a> dresses are still not here!!! =(</div><div align="center">~</div><div align="center">UPDATE: they're here!!! Arrived on 14 Apr (Wed)!!!</div><div align="center">& they're purrrrfect...</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center"> </div>Anuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930786939172984964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591213970012268668.post-70003349976587599942010-04-10T09:48:00.001+08:002010-04-11T19:18:25.650+08:00gd things come in small packages...<div align="center">Thought about it long and hard...<br /></div><div align="center">Especially after "Wax in the City" & "Wellness Village"... </div><div align="center">But then I decided to take the risk...</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">So now, I have a package with Strip... =P</div><div align="center"></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458835624196733826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjowGtvoJXbx-pSBqiSi9-02jDIqkL37lc-MHg0stEdU0WEOwng-PPKJxjARTdXdNk9NXRf1fAaoDxpPPlijJ8G4fMExqHAKxcLK4SEzmj-YkbTlJyAHK1wBg5Qz0hkXSMCtKANBx6lyVQ/s200/strip+logo.JPG" border="0" /></p><p></p>Anuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930786939172984964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591213970012268668.post-17472281866516562162010-03-07T20:46:00.005+08:002010-04-14T16:14:12.523+08:00Long overdue updates...Hi all,<br /><br />Long overdue.. Yeah, I know... *Yoda speaks* haha...<br /><br />1. Official overseas trip<br /><br />Doris & myself went to LA, SF & Seattle.. So much to update yet so lil time...<br /><br />2. Re-org in PMO PSD<br /><br />There's a major re-org in my organisation and it greatly impacts my portfolio and department.. We are now at major cross-roads and I have yet to determine the path to follow.. In fact, I hardly even have much idea of what the reorg looks like becos I was away in the USA on business...<br /><br />UPDATES: I've made my choice & the coming week will be the revelation...<br /><br />3. Return of the long-lost son<br /><br />He's returning in April or May!! =) FOR GOOD!!! I'm soooo looking forward to it...<br /><br /><br /><br />Luv,<br />Anu<br /><br />.Anuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930786939172984964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591213970012268668.post-88499483738204358042010-01-15T18:41:00.001+08:002010-01-15T18:41:00.239+08:00happy song..<div align="center"><em>In the mornin, the beautific mornin... </em></div><div align="center"><em>Suresh soars the sky...</em></div><div align="center"><em>.</em></div><div align="center"><em>(sung to the tune of "In the Jungle"...)</em></div>Anuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930786939172984964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591213970012268668.post-23025863671284429642009-12-28T23:56:00.003+08:002009-12-30T18:32:36.621+08:00X'mas 09<div align="center">Xmas - tis the season to be jolly... Was busier than Deepavali even...</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">Had like a million parties and get-togethers to attend.. </div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">Zombified @ work.. </div><div align="center">.</div>Anuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930786939172984964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591213970012268668.post-19233666308344860532009-12-26T21:06:00.001+08:002009-12-30T18:30:35.697+08:00iphone!!<div align="center"><em>iPhone baby iphone!!! =D</em></div><div align="center"><em>.</em></div><div align="center"> </div>Anuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930786939172984964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591213970012268668.post-42945508994650572832009-12-23T08:36:00.001+08:002009-12-30T18:30:10.046+08:00another round of Tabooooooo... =P<span style="color:#000099;">Here's a contender for Satti - Bobo in playing Taboo... </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">N: What do you say if you can't find sth...looking for 'what' in a haystack?</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">P: SHIT! (Ans - Needle)<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">N: Not badminton but ... ??</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">P: Karate!! (Ans - Tennis)</span><br /><br />Other funny incidents during Sleepover @ Karthik's place:<br /><br />K: (while driving on the road) KEEP LEFT!!! when he actually meant Turn Left on the expressway exit. =P<br /><br />B: (at Prata Place @ Evans Road) "Extra milo powder for Milo dinosaur for lil sis pls.."<br /><br />wahahahah...Anuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930786939172984964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591213970012268668.post-77202677780602512822009-12-13T20:04:00.005+08:002009-12-14T15:32:12.706+08:00Home alone..It was quite an experience being home alone.. Well, I was technically never ALONE cos my maid was home.. But still... Parents and bro were outta town on holidays... I had been left behind since I'd already blown 2 wks of my leave in Australia & NZ..<br /><br />Anyways, I made sure that besides work, I was kept occupied tat whole 1 wk during the evenings so that I dun feel too lonely..<br /><br /><strong>Day 1</strong> - Went airport to send off cuzzie Gayu.. Had dinner with them (Kiran, Gayu & Banu) since her flight was delayed fr 2 hrs.. Took pics next to the Dynamite! haha... =)<br /><br /><strong>Day 2</strong> - Went for a run @ raffles place, to esplanade and around.. Met up with cuzzies (Kiran, Banu & Ranjev), had dinner & watched Taken @ Yishun.. Excellent movie.. Loved Liam Neeson in it.. But MY dad's betta! =P N we talked and talked til 2.30am!! Took a cab home & only managed catch a few winks before waking up at 6am for work again.. Totally stoned at work.. hahah..<br /><br /><strong>Day 3</strong> - Met up with the guys & Rani 4 dinner.. Totally bullied!! They are tryin to ruin my life.. They have promised me as much.. Y do I put up with it?? I have come to believe that it's true that if u are in an abusive r/ship, u simply go back for more.. U just can't live w/o them.. In this case, I just can't live w/o them.. =D<br /><br />It was they to made me realise that 13 Dec was a Sun and not Sat. I was under the impression that 13 was a Sat n my parents were coming home then.. So when I found out this awful truth, I begged them to spend Sat with me... =P We made plans to meet up on Fri evenin..<br /><br /><strong>Day 4</strong> - Met lovelies Alicia & Ying Chia for dinner.. Alicia's leaving in Jan to pursue Medicine in Australia.. Will surely miss that babe!! =( Let me know when ur flight's confirmed babe.. I will try to make it to the airport..<br /><br /><strong>Day 5</strong> - Had meetings the entire day.. Came home earlier.. Blue Sky Friday... Met the bullies for dinner.. Sleepover at my place.. Played games all nite long.. Satti was the winner of the nite.. haha.. Pics uploaded in a private album in facebook... =P We went down to send off Rani @ 3am.. She couldnt stay all nite as she was leaving for Bintan the following day.. Then we went down at 8am for breakfast (prata) @ a coffeeshop..<br /><br /><u><em>Taboo</em></u><br />N : For breakfast, what do you eat with bread?<br />S : Toast! [Ans - Butter]<br /><br />N : When I came for sleepover here, what do I bring with me to the toilet?<br />S : Suitcase! [Ans - Towel] {He claimed he didn't hear the 'to the toilet'}<br /><br />K : What does Beema carry?<br />N : Gadam!! [Ans - Mace]<br /><br /><u><em>Charades</em></u><br />A : [walkin as though marching]<br />N : Marching! Walking!<br />A : [sashayed with hands on hips]<br />N : Miss World! Miss Universe!!<br />BINGO!!!<br /><br /><u><em>Poker</em></u><br />We all took turns being winners.. Posing with the chips..<br /><br /><br /><strong>Day 6</strong> - Caught up on lost sleep.. As we had spent all nite awake, playing games..<br /><br /><strong>Day 7</strong> - Woke up at 5am & went to fetch parents from the airport.. They were an hr late cos of flight delay..<br /><br />Looking forward to<br />- Dinner with Durkesh next wed..<br />- Sleepover over the wkend..<br />.Anuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930786939172984964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591213970012268668.post-21096428393198382532009-11-03T20:20:00.002+08:002009-11-03T20:37:50.832+08:00Chat with the other half...S was stressed studyin for his exams.. So I tried to cheer him up with some lame jokes.. Stuff I'd heard from frens.. =D<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">Me: Do u know stressed is desserts spelled backwards?<br />S: hahaha...<br />Me: char siew pau & plain pau went for a movie. It was so touchin that char siew pau cried thru'out the movie.. But plain pau didn't shed a single tear.. Y?<br />S: Not sure.. Y?<br />Me: Cos char siew pau has 'fillings'... muahahaha...</span></em><br /><br />But this wasn't the highlight.. ;D<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">Me: Where can u find mickey mouse, donald duck n goofy on ur body?<br />S: brain, face (expressions) ??<br />Me: Nope.. Good guesses though.. Ans is dis-knee. *pointing to my knee*<br />S: hahaha... useless..<br />Me: which part of ur body can u find a gal's name?<br />S: wrist?<br />Me: Where got gal named 'wrist'? It's de knees (denise) *pointing to my knees*<br />S: I'm soooo gonna kill u..<br />Me: what edible item has no knees?<br />S: ....... hhahahahahahah.....<br />Me: MAYON</span><span style="color:#000099;">NAISE!!! *mei yo knees</span><br /></em><br />*rolls off chair laughing.. sorry peeps, pte joke..<br />.Anuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930786939172984964noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591213970012268668.post-78250281993117765772009-11-03T19:30:00.002+08:002009-11-03T21:03:56.580+08:00Mummy love..My mum occasionally says things that are freakishly HILARIOUS.. Like once, I was lying on my parents bed watchin my mum dry her hair after her shower talkin abt somethings..<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Me: Mum, see so many marriages are failing.. So I think it's betta that I live here @ home & S lives at his place.. N we continue to be bf/gf... </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">*trying to provoke a reaction from mum*</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Mum: *long silence*</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Me: Hello... No comments?</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Mum: Smart people dun talk alot..</span></em><br /><br />I was just stumped... hahahah... Then I literally fell off her bed laughing & ran to tell my bro what happened.. hahha..<br />.Anuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930786939172984964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591213970012268668.post-58418613945100049232009-11-02T22:16:00.001+08:002009-11-03T20:20:47.082+08:00parents luv..Dad calls as I'm walkin home @ 8pm..<br />.<br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">Dad: Where r u?</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">Me: Walkin home...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">Dad: Mum's still in office u know..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">Me: hhaha.. I shouldve called her.. Could haf cabbed home with her..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">Dad: I asked her to come home quick & she asked y, y, y? I said I missed her.. hahaha..</span></em><br />.<br />Gosh.. I've never seen a couple more in love.. =)<br />.Anuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930786939172984964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591213970012268668.post-89764710382643333822009-11-01T12:26:00.002+08:002009-11-01T12:31:54.865+08:00Wkend happenings...Yet another sleepless Fri nite.. 1-nite Chalet with PSD mates was awesome..<br />Can't rem half of wat we did but it was awesome.. Played Wii & cards & mahjong even..<br /><div align="center">.</div>Felt soooo sick on Sat and couldnt make it to Jivz place for Diwali gathering..<br />Still feelin sick actually..<br /><div align="center">.</div>Waiting for a certain someone's call now... Haiz..<br /><div align="center">.</div>Anuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930786939172984964noreply@blogger.com0