tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127204482024-03-08T09:57:23.079+08:00{Profound Logic}Look for the silver liningIrene Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916noreply@blogger.comBlogger150125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-68289857799015718472010-10-20T00:43:00.003+08:002010-10-20T00:57:58.796+08:00Beloved Prof Logic, finally I logged into thy pagePosting just since i've logged into blogger@gmail... Dear journal, i am grateful for this page. Reading some of these entries brought back so much memories. And I deeply missed this ranter who was capable of a little bit more creativity then than today. Drank a few more cups of coffee than i normally do in the past 2 days, due to all-day-long coffee facility at the training centre... need to cut down on sugar in the next few days and detoxify from all the eating...Irene Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-53431793050967606292009-09-06T22:13:00.000+08:002009-09-06T22:14:13.717+08:00i love this song :))<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FJ5BXfXUYwM&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FJ5BXfXUYwM&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Irene Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-16622212676194032212008-05-01T11:07:00.001+08:002008-05-01T11:08:33.997+08:00<p><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lOt7wrkRB2s&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lOt7wrkRB2s&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object></p><p>will pen down some of my thoughts later...</p>Irene Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-12961570072491932452008-04-15T00:13:00.008+08:002008-04-21T20:34:42.943+08:00<strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Training for conversion, well, not really.</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>Sunday was a most productive day - bought so much of (useful and worth for money) stuff in under 2 hours. This is probably a direct result of being constantly having to convert pounds to <em>ringgit</em> over the past 2 weeks and <em>visualising</em> an increasingly large (imaginary but not necessarily) hole in the bank account, which has probably turned into a "being-deprived-of-buying-syndrome" and hence translated into a buying spree over the weekend! I hope I get my diagnosis correct and that this is a one time thing, or else this might turn into expenses>income which translates into a deficit position and in the long run..... living a broke life. And that would be a pathetic and sad one indeed. </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>One possible remedy? Get a job which pays in the currency one <em>wants</em> to shopping in. I'm so amazed with my brilliance. Speechless, really.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>.....</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>Going for trainings, which as much as one enjoys being away from the bustle of work, will result in being fed so often in between meals (like morning tea and afternoon tea) which is really damaging to inner well-being (laugh-out-loud). Especially for certain people who has recently come to <em>light</em> how exercise does not excuse bingeing and being careless about things that one decide to digest. Which translates into a situation with totally sucks...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>On that note, it seemed that I, personally, respond better to oats (different people will respond differently though, i.e not feel hungry longer, like some people respond better to wholegrain). Am currently trying out Weetbix (a wholegrain breakfast which is the only <em>good</em> cereal found over here.. good cereal meaning highest in energy, fibre and lowest in fat per serving) which I found out after having <em>regular</em> <em>prudential consultations</em> with a would-be doctor and avid readers digest reader of that one copy she has over there. :P I had some success of skipping lunch, where only some discipline is required which speaks plenty! Which is why I've managed to persuade <em>her</em> to cart boxes of Marks&Spencer triple choc crunch when she comes back for the summer break. Feel so ripped off after buying certain <em>body-detergents</em> from them at RM20 each when I hear retails at only 1 pound over there! They probably don't have it here anyway</strong>.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>I sleep better wearing socks, even over here in hot Malaysia. Try it but don't blame me if you can't wake up..</strong></span>Irene Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-72969060385525814452008-04-13T20:12:00.002+08:002008-04-13T20:18:44.590+08:00<strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">You know you're addicted to facebook when......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">You hear the priest saying this at communion:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">"He <em><span style="color:#33ffff;">poked</span></em> the cup, gave it to His disciples and say......."</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Man, I crack myself up.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">p.s I'm NOT addicted to facebook, at least I don't think I am, just need to leave my ears in the washing machine.</span></strong>Irene Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-3337481715418113912008-04-10T04:55:00.011+08:002008-04-12T01:32:10.432+08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHPNdf_Zd2PHMkodhgkt3d3su_svDz06DEYJymMAuvs6LItu2IJ0Anx7R2LFTxP6yYTgMeqhI8hcvzRMdqrE7AywEOcgv_mSY76QXHwjvPMVBxme5QyP779Sv6g-ixaphYXNt0/s1600-h/SP_A0074.jpg"></a><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">A revelation nonetheless?<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">I have recently came to <em>light</em> about what the writers meant in the Emily Rose movie <em>(end scene: she met Mother Mary in the fields)</em> about the reason that she didn't want to go with her (i.e Mother Mary) at that very moment, hence choosing to go back to her inhospitable, dire-state body. It has somewhat been a puzzler to me what they meant by "Through you, others may come to know...and that demons exist." It was so that she could <em>write</em> that letter that Fr Moore read out in his personal testament. Which is such a simple reason. Yeah, laugh-out-loud. Now tho, I'm wondering how could she even hold a pen to write with her then horribly scratched up fingernails. It would have been excruciating. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#009900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#009900;">Such a revelation to me tho when I watched the movie again with Ivy. Righto, blur me. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#009900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#009900;">Writing this from a jet-lagging effect if you've noticed the insane hour when this piece was conceived. I've originally woken up at 3.</span></strong>Irene Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-25926608162847653802008-03-10T14:17:00.008+08:002008-03-10T23:38:06.345+08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbzd3_sLjHe3rcjnnsc__2jS8dawhQr0Ws96tkX8IOn5Yn4aocqOgoXRsRpWWxtciZI7mbKwLhjUuMf0GmZujg1ELatgSY7OME9T5t4CwjdpoubmLXhd9fi7XS-EAHcIrDc4Ap/s1600-h/baby-feet-pictures.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176003949713768226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbzd3_sLjHe3rcjnnsc__2jS8dawhQr0Ws96tkX8IOn5Yn4aocqOgoXRsRpWWxtciZI7mbKwLhjUuMf0GmZujg1ELatgSY7OME9T5t4CwjdpoubmLXhd9fi7XS-EAHcIrDc4Ap/s200/baby-feet-pictures.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">These tiny feet</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#009900;">What a relief it was<br />Especially to those who are under constant anxiety<br />Now the tension in the room has been broken </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#009900;"><br />A cry of innocence, so heavenly and majestic<br />Was it from the first time you saw the blinding light in the OT?<br />Or the fact you have been torn from the cozy refuge which has been your home for close to 9 months<br /><br />Your skin so soft and frail<br />Softer than any texture that I've set my hands on<br />Was afraid I might tear your tissues or uncompleted muscle formation using my coarse hands<br />Your bones are still in dire need of calcium<br />And in that moment, I can't imagine<br />How some of us can choose to abort such frailty in that moment of weakness<br />Using tools which can only be categorised as inhumane!<br /><br />I continue to wonder how it is like to be a newborn<br />New and fresh to a world<br />Uncertain.. whether the journey will be a wonderful and worthwhile one </span></strong>Irene Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-3084515827140723012008-03-08T19:38:00.010+08:002008-03-09T03:38:55.265+08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfy-uzBUvIJDjPWKNL-7KzG8JyvZ-WgrL_OklcBVjStAGZL-egLFAVKMkPlSr6WEyRQXnwue-ztrxVZGk4cSi8KjbsFTRdWts51qnxdQhzPMW4afai6JH_9vfXo7hnMdCvgRLK/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175354662327762690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfy-uzBUvIJDjPWKNL-7KzG8JyvZ-WgrL_OklcBVjStAGZL-egLFAVKMkPlSr6WEyRQXnwue-ztrxVZGk4cSi8KjbsFTRdWts51qnxdQhzPMW4afai6JH_9vfXo7hnMdCvgRLK/s200/Image019.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Vote: casted!</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">It is the 12th General Election today!<br />How exciting, my very first time!<br />Managed to grab a pen after receiving an sms to do so<br />Can't imagine why they should want us to vote with pencils<br />Another conspiracy like the indelible ink? Come one...<br /><br />Left the house at 10am<br />Weather was dreadfully hot and sunny</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">What a relief it is to own a pair of shades</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">The heat and brightness made me feel rather spirited, and echoed a ray of hope </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;"><br />Ice-cream man would have made loads of <em>ringgit</em> in this heat</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">But remembered those who flood the voting centers are not children, who fancies ice-cream too much</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">Plus, he probably needed to vote!<br /></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">Arrived at the school<br />The premise was rather quiet, it was strange<br />Made my way to 'stream 5' which was a classroom consisting of roughly 8 agents<br />A policeman was guarding at the exit door<br />Everyone looked sullen and dreamy </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">Did someone died? hahaa...<br />I felt a little dreamy myself, and rather blur from the sullen-ness<br />The guy sitting at the corner entrance checked my IC </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">He called my name<br />Out loud for everyone to hear<br />Felt like a criminal with a serial number attached</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">After crossing my choices, I placed them into the 2 boxes respectively<br />And strolled out into the open air</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">Vote casted! </span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">As much as I felt a milestone has been achieved in my life</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">I can't help but feel... was that experience really exciting?<br />I've always envisioned voting day to be noisier than this<br />People strewn along the corridors and feeding each other with the latest political development<br /></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">Well, maybe it was just the center I was allocated</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">May the results reflect the level of maturity of this nation</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">Fingers crossed!</span></strong>Irene Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-80384216264890913662008-03-03T00:18:00.026+08:002008-03-10T23:32:10.352+08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi30dv7VpL0mNrdegRs2mE1FWEGkHrB1L84MKOE1F97Im7YAIMbo81yOfMews49-9uUYHWqsKe1wUBvd6nJrUSxoWjdxb7ZfQnG54HU8lbkvTgWGV5lLC1zyuvlVbvtdvxxBSdd/s1600-h/Tulips.jpg"></a><div><div><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong><em>The daydreamer</em></strong><br /></span><div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">It was slightly drafty after a little rain</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">i took my little set of tools for a little dig</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">an urban archaelogist, me, in no way </span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">as i gently claw into the damp soil</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">i sprinkled some seeds onto the little void i've made</span></strong></em></div><div><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;"><em>earlier have gotten them off a flee-market, showcased on the owner's </em><em>wheelbarrow-such pretty poignant coloured-petals</em></span></strong></div><div><em><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">i'm such a fool for</span> <span style="color:#993399;">c</span>o<span style="color:#999900;">l</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">o</span><span style="color:#666666;">u</span>rs<span style="color:#9999ff;">!</span></strong></span></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">high hopes i have on those seeds...<br /></span></strong></em></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span></em></strong></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span></strong></em></div><div><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span></strong></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span></strong></em></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;"><em>my mind wandered abit to yesteryear</em><br /></span></strong></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">he was someone i hardly knew </span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">he was brilliant and charming </span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">and we have the best conversations about nothing-ness</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">like Meg Ryan would say, all this 'nothings have meant so much to me than so many somethings'</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">isn't it weird</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">i can only dream of the day when i can express how he has stayed in my mind all these years</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span></strong></em></div><div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">how i wished it hasn't been more than 10 years</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">i guess first love dies hard</span></strong></em></div></div><div><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;"><em>but how i wish it would!</em><br /><em>how i wished i could move on..</em><br /><br /></span></strong></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">a neighbour was strolling along with her child in a mini tricycle</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">i looked up, severed from my train of thoughts </span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">maybe it was the gentle cluttering from the contact between its wheels and the gravel path</span></strong></em></div><div><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span></strong></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">the little girl gave me a generous smile</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">it instantly brought a glow in me</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">i beamed</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">i covered the depression where the seeds now reside</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">the high hopes i have previously i remembered instantly</span></strong></em></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span></em></strong></div><div><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">decided to go for a walk</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">grabbed a basket to pick strawberries</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">hopefully Mr Grey is home</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">a beautiful spring day it was</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">as i continued to dream my little dream.</span></strong></em></div></div></div></div></div>Irene Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-30215768346868196232008-02-17T19:31:00.004+08:002008-02-17T22:56:50.744+08:00Okay, if you're OIAM followers, here is a little bit of juicy info for you. Contrast both the following videos:<br /><br />By current OIAM would-be finalist, Shila:<br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MFQvjemoLyM&rel=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MFQvjemoLyM&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />And the following video is by a random chinese singer, dunno what competition and from where (never bothered to find out), randomly stumbled upon it on YouTube:<br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sq5C6CBsIjk&rel=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sq5C6CBsIjk&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />"Contigo En La Distancia" - a really old spanish song which has been resung by Christina Aguilera. There is hardly any similarities between any of the old versions and Christina's. So it's quite obvious that Shila has made a little copyright infringement here. Well, maybe not legal infringement, but this is a competition where you are competing for a million bucks based on your originality! Hello! I'm deeply troubled. And I was really rooting for her after that song. Sigh.Irene Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-27824291405994338492008-02-14T23:23:00.001+08:002008-02-17T19:36:53.666+08:00Cool i'm pretty smart. 8-)<a href="http://www.stupidtester.com/ref.html"><img alt="StupidTester.com says I'm 10% Stupid! How stupid are you? 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My pillow..blanket..clothes..bags..laptop..all mine! HAHAHA<br />-Listening to "Endless Love" with my eyes closed, daydreaming... which is totally random.<br /><br />don't you think this is a rather weird post? :)Irene Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-27733507443158636702008-02-03T20:20:00.000+08:002008-02-03T20:26:27.947+08:00Ayu rawks...<object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UqVKvkzFrEQ&rel=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UqVKvkzFrEQ&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Irene Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-24736673497928175962007-12-12T15:15:00.003+08:002008-03-03T23:08:47.376+08:00Irene’s Christmas Wishlist-<del>Music box</del> got a box from dad.. >.<<br />-Cosmetics (except lipstick/lipgloss/lip-stuff, nailpolish, Bodyshop)<br />-<del>Hairbrush</del> bought myself.. >.<<br />-<del>Bathrobe</del> don't see the need for it now..in a tropical climate like this, lol.<br />-Snazzy shaped house phone<br />-"House Arrest" VCD/DVD (been searching forever...)<br />-<del>Huge huggable soft-toy (cat/dog/teddy... no doraemon, genuine cats only... not one afraid of mice. hehehe)</del> <strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">---></span></strong> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL4ELRoyTT1tXo_Vs03liJAXHtJ_XHc8OWOqp1SClusFNpbjS-o526JbySYK3y5_cm7RRdDn8JSJKMDgoM58f2ucnvkbOG7eGmsE6TB3aP8TEAI6TdF4gEHRvg5U0NpKSvw1hs/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147072275413528370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL4ELRoyTT1tXo_Vs03liJAXHtJ_XHc8OWOqp1SClusFNpbjS-o526JbySYK3y5_cm7RRdDn8JSJKMDgoM58f2ucnvkbOG7eGmsE6TB3aP8TEAI6TdF4gEHRvg5U0NpKSvw1hs/s200/Image016.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />-Tennis skirt<br />-<del>Alarm clock</del> scratch that!!! don't need it after much thought.. >.< -Digicam with tripod<br />-Smart Money board game (available in MPH)<br />-Air ticket to London (round trip, no one way... =_=")<br />-Donut pillow... haha.<br /><br />there... i updated :P<br /><br />~inspired by Iylia.. who unfortunately does not read this. haah.<br /><br />i posted the lyrics to this 2 years ago, and now here's the music video... :) mayb in the next 2 years i will get up on a table and sing, live. LOL.. i shall not frighten ppl off with such an idea. <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OFNiHVedwAs&rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>Happy Christmas.</strong></span></em>Irene Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-71985113370777420522007-11-23T20:16:00.000+08:002007-11-23T20:18:56.655+08:00HAHAHA!!! i like the human "meow" LOL<object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1JynBEX_kg8&rel=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1JynBEX_kg8&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Irene Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-45644537397898711742007-10-07T00:48:00.000+08:002007-10-07T00:51:04.456+08:00<p>How good it must be to have this wish fulfilled!</p><p>That dream, this dream, I have many, and...</p><p>All of them, all of them, all of them, he grants all of them</p><p>He grants them with his miraculous pocket</p><p>How about flying freely in the sky?</p><p>Sure, Bamboo-Copter!</p><p>Oh, oh, oh - How i love you,</p><p>Doraemon...</p><p>Oh, oh, oh - How i love you,</p><p>Doraemon...</p><p>Note: Don't you ever wonder what the lyrics mean while singing along to the Doraemon song? :P</p>Irene Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-14347715931269845802007-09-24T00:29:00.000+08:002007-09-24T00:57:16.243+08:00i had a really strange dream yesterday..a bunch of us were stranded somewhere off the south china sea, after a shipwreck..at some small island, at the mercy of the steadily ascending tide..was pretty horrifying..we initially wanted to sit on logs or make a raft of some sort to paddle ourselves to kelantan/terengganu..which was actually really really far. imagine, just logs?! there was alot of us to sit on just logs or poorly constructed rafts due to lack of resources and skill, even. a majority finally decided against it, but everyone was getting panicked easily due to the tide which could wipe us all anytime then. <br /><br />i remember me and a friend decided to call someone at the coast (and amazingly there was a phone and a working line and in my dream, it was a really brilliant idea that dunno why noone has thought of..compared to the near 0% chance of survival idea if we were to pursue the first one) but unfortunately noone there at the coast believed to come and save us. even wanted to call the national head police but probably dunno the number. haah :P <br /><br />meanwhile, we were exploring through the island (or was it one of the rooms in our ship) and found a library..lol. i remembered me and the same friend (really faceless to me now..) was looking through some law books, having a crash course which was probably the last thing you wanna do out here on a deserted island, trying to check whether we can outwit those police at the coast to believe us somehow. and i really dunno how does that link with reading law. then we had this brilliant idea to look for law students..coz we gave up with going through the law books, constantly with thoughts of death lingering close..really can't concentrate..<br /><br />found a 3rd year, who we enquired whether she knows anyone more senior than her, alive and currently in the same predicament as us..and we finally found a couple of 5th years. all i remember of the conversation we had with the law student was something about if we were to call them (coastguards/police), they can be persecuted and to be held accountable for our deaths in the event such thing is realised. so we decided to call again and threaten them with our newfound knowledge..think it worked, coz the next scene was help being rendered pretty swiftly..haha.<br /><br />so what was that about? lol<br /><br />woken up by the alarm @ 8.50am..darn..never knew what happened..<br /><br />on a side note, i feel really liberated!! dunno why..maybe i'm finally away from something that i thought i'm over with, well, at least i AM over with, now..well, here's to new beginnings! =)Irene Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-73356239431202176362007-09-19T20:01:00.001+08:002007-09-19T20:02:56.529+08:00hHAAHHAHAHAHAHah...and no, i'm not drunk...<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BdlK8JvG8ys"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BdlK8JvG8ys" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Irene Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-10303472476673419842007-09-19T19:53:00.000+08:002007-09-19T20:02:21.766+08:00CAT WASH!!!!inhumane way of washing your cat...<br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d9QwK5EHSmg"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d9QwK5EHSmg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />vs...<br /><br />a more tlc way...<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6YSyPH2UmX8"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6YSyPH2UmX8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />i think in any event, cats and water don't mix. haha.Irene Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-10173559524583040842007-09-19T19:31:00.000+08:002007-09-19T19:32:29.764+08:00LOL!!!<object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WvWGnXkcaKI"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WvWGnXkcaKI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Irene Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-40092987488042900052007-09-18T14:54:00.000+08:002007-09-18T15:28:51.734+08:00From Irene's tag request department...1. The person who tagged u is?<br />Clair<br />Joseph<br /><br />2. Ur relationship with him/her is:<br />Friends from church<br /><br />3. 5 impressions u have of him/her:<br />Easily tickled (not literally), observant, talkative, loves food, sarcastic<br />Too 'cool', a little weird, sensible, quiet, very random<br /><br />4. The most memorable thing he/she has done for u:<br />Remembered that my ankle is still sprained eventhough I myself have half-forgotten about it<br />Entertain me on msn when I'm so bored<br /><br />5. The most memorable thing he/she has done for u:<br />Isn't this a repeat? bleh<br /><br />6. If he/she becomes ur lover, u will:<br />SCREAM! Wake me up from this nightmare!<br />How ya doing? =P<br /><br />7. If he/she becomes ur lover, things he/she has to improve on will be:<br />AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhh......how come still haven't woken up?!<br />Don't act too 'cool'....it's a little weird....chill more....smile more....>confident<br /><br />8. If he/she becomes ur enemy, u will:<br />Be very sad...=(<br />Steal all his pets at home<br /><br />9. If he/she becomes ur enemy, u will:<br />Hey, it's a repeat again! What a conspiracy<br /><br />10. The most desirable thing u want to do for him/her now is:<br />If only Rain's heart can be purchased....HAHA<br />I desire him to drive me around in his soon-to-be-new black MyVi. HAHA<br /><br />11. Ur overall impression of him/her is:<br />Gossiper....source of news....can be newscaster with words shooting out 200wpm...<br />A little weird and arrogant at times...<br /><br />12. How u think ppl around u will feel about u:<br />Shy and lanci, heartless? Bad listener....actually I'm not wei....lol<br /><br />13. The characteristic that u love about urself is:<br />Pretty inside and out =P<br /><br />14. The characteristic u hate about urself is:<br />Shy and self-conscious<br /><br />15. The most ideal person u want to be is:<br />Someone confident and matured in speech and thought<br /><br />16. For ppl that care and like u, say something to them:<br />Thanks for caring. You will be greatly rewarded..... =)Irene Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-69003158534227364212007-09-13T20:48:00.000+08:002007-09-13T20:53:49.673+08:00Excellente!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgttgyk1w5tLCP0SGK-9A1MErutyrDTdC7GDMNK47jqwNLTx2GQsA7ZEhVzRqD4bXvkAkBU83GeL_4i2fa39xnUXyAE9E7TZNOVQVHWZfvYS-ZBXGLrdOoEJ78EAjvaPToT7OPl/s1600-h/1370537748_8f214dd13c.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109670147214046466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgttgyk1w5tLCP0SGK-9A1MErutyrDTdC7GDMNK47jqwNLTx2GQsA7ZEhVzRqD4bXvkAkBU83GeL_4i2fa39xnUXyAE9E7TZNOVQVHWZfvYS-ZBXGLrdOoEJ78EAjvaPToT7OPl/s400/1370537748_8f214dd13c.jpg" border="0" /></a> Always wanted to get one of these...it is INDEED, the greatest gift, for ME. Only RM400. Cheap what. LOLIrene Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-72170776896197051632007-09-06T23:43:00.000+08:002007-09-06T23:45:21.875+08:00Happy Belated Merdeka, Malaysia<object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o8iSM8_VS5M"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o8iSM8_VS5M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Irene Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-56918729290896494352007-08-29T00:34:00.000+08:002007-08-29T01:10:21.639+08:00Ratatouille - one word, scrumptuous! Just loved the animation, and Paris, o how lovely! lol...Movie makers should make more food-related movies...and take my advice, if you're gonna watch this show for the first time on the big screen (which I highly doubt anyone will be), buy some popcorn! My stomach was literally rumbling halfway through the show, made me repeatedly regret for not going in with the slightest bit of food!! (OR, just don't go in with an almost-empty stomach like I did)<br /><br />Absolutely love this kind of food show...hehe =P More food show!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />Glorious food..................<br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-3ehEQXJ0c7H5Rh_2T4R1oCnFWt9tsauEICi_dLhtnimlQfdTYOjm3KfbvRntJ4Yygb_wbrEenTf69gPHRoRRDKsom12gMazjliVeNB0DJ22RmWTw1cu8DFNIAMelI1ewYXSY/s1600-h/IMG_1074.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103798769047295330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-3ehEQXJ0c7H5Rh_2T4R1oCnFWt9tsauEICi_dLhtnimlQfdTYOjm3KfbvRntJ4Yygb_wbrEenTf69gPHRoRRDKsom12gMazjliVeNB0DJ22RmWTw1cu8DFNIAMelI1ewYXSY/s400/IMG_1074.JPG" border="0" /></a> Example of food =P</p>Irene Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-74851035638940608192007-08-13T12:34:00.000+08:002007-08-13T12:45:02.112+08:00You and I Both (Jason Mraz)Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me<br />Oh things are gonna happen naturally<br />Oh taking your advice I'm looking on the bright side<br />And balancing the whole thing<br />But often times those words get tangled up in lines<br />And the bright lights turn to night<br />Until the dawn it brings<br />Another day to sing about the magic that was you and me<br /><br />Cause you and I both loved<br />What you and I spoke of<br />And others just read of<br />Others only read of the love, the love that I love.<br /><br />See I'm all about them words<br />Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words<br />Hundreds of pages, pages, pages for words<br />More words then I had ever heard and I feel so alive<br /><br />Cause you and I both loved<br />What you and I spoke of<br />And others just read of<br />And if you could see me now,<br />Oh love, no<br />You and I, you and I<br />Not so little you and I anymore, mmm...<br />And with this silence brings a moral story<br />More importantly evolving is the glory of a boy<br /><br />Cause you and I both loved<br />What you and I spoke of<br />And others just read of<br />And if you could see me now<br />Well I'm almost finally out of<br />I'm finally out of<br />Finally deedeedeedee<br />Well I'm almost finally, finally<br />Well I'm free, oh, I'm free<br /><br />And it's okay if you have to go away<br />Oh just remember the telephone works both ways<br />And if I never ever hear them ring<br />If nothing else I'll think the bells inside<br />Have finally found you someone else and that's okay<br />Cause I'll remember everything you sang<br /><br />Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of<br />and others just read of and if you could see now<br />well I'm almost finally out of.<br />I'm finally out of, finally, deedeeededede<br />well I'm almost finally, finally, out of words.<br /><br />:) my idea of singing...Irene Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916noreply@blogger.com1