I like to imagine,
That I'm a fish,
Swimming across the ocean,
Deep, blue, and clean.
I like to imagine,
That I'm a bird,
Cutting through the clear sky,
Unpolluted and bright.
I like to imagine,
That I'm a tree,
Standing tall and proud,
Living a century or so.
I like to imagine,
That I'm an angel,
Doing no mistakes,
Perfect and flawless.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?
Ah... the famous quote from fairytale. Well, so the question is, who sets the standards for who's the fairest of them all question.
I just came back from Mid Valley, and well, I read this article there in MPH about this woman who lost both her legs because of liposuction. Here's the story.
This woman had always been unsatisfied with the way she looked, because of her flabby tummy. One day, she saw this show about liposuction and how liposuction actually help diabetes. So she decided to go for liposuction after getting comfirmation from a doctor that liposuction really did help diabetes. Her husband loved her despite her size, but he supported her anyway, because he wanted her to be happy. So after the liposuction, she was sick and sore all over the body with fever. It turned out that during liposuction, the doctor had actually injured her bowel and well, in the end, she had to have a bag attached to her body for her waste disposal.
Her husband was sweet enough. He helped her through her hard times, but it wasn't the end of all. She found black mark on her foot, and the doctor said she had to either cut off her leg or lose her life. Her legs that she was so fond of because they were all firm and nice. After one year, when she was finally getting her life back, and getting use to her fake leg, she found another black mark on the other leg. It was horrible, she couldn't feel her leg and it smelt like dead meat. And in the very end, she lost both her legs from liposuction when all she wanted was to be thin. She spent the rest of her life in a wheelchair.
It was just so sad, how everyone seems to think that being thin is beauty. I don't deny that I don't have that kind of thinking, which I do, but personally, I don't think resorting to plastic surgery or the likes of liposuction is the solution. You can complain all you want about how your look or how much you weight, but if you want to change, lose weight, or whatever, you should always do it the safe way. Eat healthily, exercise. Learn to love the way you look, because it's a gift from God and your parents. It's better than hating yourself for how you look like.
It's always all over the news that this artist or that artist is suffering from eating disorder, whether it's Aneroxic or Bulimia. I understand how it feels to feel as though you are fat even if you are definitely not. It's not easy to battle eating disorder, and those who has never been through it will never understand. And those who think that having eating disorder is no big deal, all I can say is, wake up!
The point is, we shouldn't really let other people judge us whether we are pretty or not just by being underweight or overweight. That's just rubbish! People might think that I'm just trying to be deep and meaningful, but I truly believe if you have a good heart and good personality, it will shine through and make you beautiful, no matter how you look like. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and there's no one in this world who is perfect. You cannot possibly please everyone. People have different view on what's beautiful, and right now, for me, the most beautiful people are those with kind heart and good personality.
Until then, I think everyone should just settle for being who they are. After all, despite how you look, there's always people like your family or friends who love you for who you are, not whether you are underweight or overweight.
Besides, who are they to judge whether you are pretty or not even if you are not stick thin? The mirror never said the thinnest is the fairest of them all, no?
I just came back from Mid Valley, and well, I read this article there in MPH about this woman who lost both her legs because of liposuction. Here's the story.
This woman had always been unsatisfied with the way she looked, because of her flabby tummy. One day, she saw this show about liposuction and how liposuction actually help diabetes. So she decided to go for liposuction after getting comfirmation from a doctor that liposuction really did help diabetes. Her husband loved her despite her size, but he supported her anyway, because he wanted her to be happy. So after the liposuction, she was sick and sore all over the body with fever. It turned out that during liposuction, the doctor had actually injured her bowel and well, in the end, she had to have a bag attached to her body for her waste disposal.
Her husband was sweet enough. He helped her through her hard times, but it wasn't the end of all. She found black mark on her foot, and the doctor said she had to either cut off her leg or lose her life. Her legs that she was so fond of because they were all firm and nice. After one year, when she was finally getting her life back, and getting use to her fake leg, she found another black mark on the other leg. It was horrible, she couldn't feel her leg and it smelt like dead meat. And in the very end, she lost both her legs from liposuction when all she wanted was to be thin. She spent the rest of her life in a wheelchair.
It was just so sad, how everyone seems to think that being thin is beauty. I don't deny that I don't have that kind of thinking, which I do, but personally, I don't think resorting to plastic surgery or the likes of liposuction is the solution. You can complain all you want about how your look or how much you weight, but if you want to change, lose weight, or whatever, you should always do it the safe way. Eat healthily, exercise. Learn to love the way you look, because it's a gift from God and your parents. It's better than hating yourself for how you look like.
It's always all over the news that this artist or that artist is suffering from eating disorder, whether it's Aneroxic or Bulimia. I understand how it feels to feel as though you are fat even if you are definitely not. It's not easy to battle eating disorder, and those who has never been through it will never understand. And those who think that having eating disorder is no big deal, all I can say is, wake up!
The point is, we shouldn't really let other people judge us whether we are pretty or not just by being underweight or overweight. That's just rubbish! People might think that I'm just trying to be deep and meaningful, but I truly believe if you have a good heart and good personality, it will shine through and make you beautiful, no matter how you look like. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and there's no one in this world who is perfect. You cannot possibly please everyone. People have different view on what's beautiful, and right now, for me, the most beautiful people are those with kind heart and good personality.
Until then, I think everyone should just settle for being who they are. After all, despite how you look, there's always people like your family or friends who love you for who you are, not whether you are underweight or overweight.
Besides, who are they to judge whether you are pretty or not even if you are not stick thin? The mirror never said the thinnest is the fairest of them all, no?
Friday, March 23, 2007
The beauty of finance
So I have spent quite a few dreadful hours trying to study my upcoming Finance test. It's really sad, really, since it's only 15% of my coursework marks, but oh-so-important is that 15%. If only I don't care.
After studying, and more studying, I still can't get the beauty of finance. Oh, don't get me wrong. I might be feeling half dead from all the maths things, but hey, I'm no quitter. So what if I have to remember the same things but in different terms? It's just bummer, but for the sake of the test, I'm willing to scoop down to the level of a bummer.
I shudder to think what I will do if I have to do finance for the rest of my life. Maybe halfway through my zombie-half-dead-half-alive state, I might learn to appreciate finance. But until then, I think I will keep the only finance part of my life just strictly to spending money and receiveing money instead of all the bonds, shares, securities, present value, future value, coupon rate, interest rate, and required return.
After studying, and more studying, I still can't get the beauty of finance. Oh, don't get me wrong. I might be feeling half dead from all the maths things, but hey, I'm no quitter. So what if I have to remember the same things but in different terms? It's just bummer, but for the sake of the test, I'm willing to scoop down to the level of a bummer.
I shudder to think what I will do if I have to do finance for the rest of my life. Maybe halfway through my zombie-half-dead-half-alive state, I might learn to appreciate finance. But until then, I think I will keep the only finance part of my life just strictly to spending money and receiveing money instead of all the bonds, shares, securities, present value, future value, coupon rate, interest rate, and required return.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
No music, No life
Well... maybe the condition isn't that bad, without music. I won't say I will die without music, maybe a little bit, but the thing is, music plays such a big part in my life now. I can't recall back a day when I did not spend at least half an hour listening to songs. Even though I can't play any music instruments to save my life, but like almost all the teenagers out there, I'm kinda obsessed with music.
Alas, it's sad to say that my taste in music has changed dramatically. From bubblegum pop, I now listen to those heavy beat and loud bass music. No more slow and mellow songs. And I'm definitely not proud to say that almost 90% of the songs I listen to now are all, well, not what you will call thought provoking. Oh, the tune is so deliciously good, just tempting you to shake your hair loose and do some stupid dance, but hey, the lyrics will kill whatever intelligence you have. I'm serious.
And those songs that actually have meaningful lyrics, I'm just too impatient to actually listen to those slow mellow songs. Why don't they just combine great tune and great lyrics so I won't get bored of them? Probably cause great lyrics don't fit heavy beat and loud bass. And the songs that I find the lyrics meaningful, are unfortunately in another language, say Japanese, which I have no idea what the singer is singing, until I read the translation and fell in love with it, that's it.
By the way, don't even get me started on the voice of the singers. If I was to lift my hand up and really count those singers who can really sing, not those sing that everyone can do, but those hitting high notes and low tune, well, I don't think I can count until ten.
Can't complain though. I think really, if one day I have to stop listening to music, I might just die of boredom. And besides, who am I to complain about thought provoking and meaningful lyrics? I'm the one who loves songs that involve you not to focus on the lyrics and books that have so lame storylines that you couldn't resist finish reading it just so you can laugh at it at the end.
Alas, it's sad to say that my taste in music has changed dramatically. From bubblegum pop, I now listen to those heavy beat and loud bass music. No more slow and mellow songs. And I'm definitely not proud to say that almost 90% of the songs I listen to now are all, well, not what you will call thought provoking. Oh, the tune is so deliciously good, just tempting you to shake your hair loose and do some stupid dance, but hey, the lyrics will kill whatever intelligence you have. I'm serious.
And those songs that actually have meaningful lyrics, I'm just too impatient to actually listen to those slow mellow songs. Why don't they just combine great tune and great lyrics so I won't get bored of them? Probably cause great lyrics don't fit heavy beat and loud bass. And the songs that I find the lyrics meaningful, are unfortunately in another language, say Japanese, which I have no idea what the singer is singing, until I read the translation and fell in love with it, that's it.
By the way, don't even get me started on the voice of the singers. If I was to lift my hand up and really count those singers who can really sing, not those sing that everyone can do, but those hitting high notes and low tune, well, I don't think I can count until ten.
Can't complain though. I think really, if one day I have to stop listening to music, I might just die of boredom. And besides, who am I to complain about thought provoking and meaningful lyrics? I'm the one who loves songs that involve you not to focus on the lyrics and books that have so lame storylines that you couldn't resist finish reading it just so you can laugh at it at the end.
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