M.I.L.K Alert

With all the hype and attention on the "melamime" issue with milk products from China, people are fast staying away from consuming milk, anything tat contains milk or milk by-products.

I personally LOVE milk. I can finish a whole 1 litre packet of milk in a day easily, treating it as I would plain water.

It is only after I read the following article from an email a fren forwarded that I am having 2nd thoughts abt drinking milk (read below).

Some months back, I was drinking milk regularly...a packet of HL milk a day! In fact, I usually finish my daily packet of milk by early afternoon. Then after some time, I kept having these recurring chest pains in the late afternoons and/or evenings. It occurred to me tat I may have consumed a little bit more lactose than my body could take and tat was the reason I stopped tat daily milk consumption.

Come to think of it, maybe it wasnt just the lactose wearing my body down...maybe the other contents in the milk are also not good when I overconsume milk.

Ok, I should remind myself this "Everything should be in proportion". Of coz, this include the food we eat...


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By Prof. Jane Plant, PhD, CBE ­ "Why I believe that giving up milk is the key to beating breast cancer..."

Extracted from Your Life in Your Hands, by Professor Jane Plant.

I had no alternative but to die or to try to find a cure for myself. I am a scientist - surely there was a rational explanation forthis cruel illness that affects one in 12 women in the UK?

I had suffered the loss of one breast, and undergone radiotherapy. I was now receiving painful chemotherapy, and had been seen by some of the country's most eminent specialists. But, deep down, I felt certain I was facing death. I had a loving husband, a beautiful home and two young children to care for. I desperately wanted to live.

Fortunately, this desire drove me to unearth the facts, some of which were known only to a handful of scientists at the time.

Anyone who has come into contact with breast cancer will know that certain risk factors - such as increasing age, early onset of womanhood, late onset of menopause and a family history of breast cancer - are completely out of our control. But there are many risk factors, which we can control easily.

These "controllable" risk factors readily translate into simple changes that we can all make in our day-to-day lives to help prevent or treat breast cancer. My message is that even advanced breast cancer can be overcome because I have done it.

The first clue to understanding what was promoting my breast cancer came when my husband Peter, who was also a scientist, arrived back from working in China while I was being plugged in for a chemotherapy session.

He had brought with him cards and letters, as well as some amazing herbal suppositories, sent by my friends and science colleagues in China.

The suppositories were sent to me as a cure for breast cancer. Despite the awfulness of the situation, we both had a good belly laugh, and I remember saying that this was the treatment for breast cancer in China, then it was little wonder that Chinese women avoided getting the disease.

Those words echoed in my mind. Why didn't Chinese women in Chinaget breast cancer? I had collaborated once with Chinese colleagues on a study of links between soil chemistry and disease, and I remembered some of the statistics.

The disease was virtually non-existent throughout the whole country. Only one in 10,000 women in China will die from it, compared to that terrible figure of one in 12 in Britain and the even grimmer average of one in 10 across most Western countries. It is not just a matter of China being a more rural country,with less urban pollution. In highly urbanized Hong Kong,the rate rises to 34 women in every 10,000 but still puts the West to shame.

The Japanese cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki have similar rates. And remember, both cities were attacked with nuclear weapons, so in addition to the usual pollution-related cancers, one would also expect to find some radiation-related cases, too.

The conclusion we can draw from these statistics strikes you with some force. If a Western woman were to move to industrialized, irradiated Hiroshima, she would slash her risk of contracting breast cancer by half.

Obviously this is absurd. It seemed obvious to me that some lifestyle factor not related to pollution, urbanization or the environment is seriously increasing the Western woman's chance of contracting breast cancer.

I then discovered that whatever causes the huge differences in breast cancer rates between oriental and Western countries, it isn't genetic.

Scientific research showed that when Chinese or Japanese people move to the West, within one or two generations their rates of breast cancer approach those of their host community.

The same thing happens when oriental people adopt a completely Western lifestyle in Hong Kong. In fact, the slang name for breast cancer in China translates as 'Rich Woman's Disease'. This is because, in China, only the better off can afford to eat what is termed 'Hong Kong food'.

The Chinese describe all Western food, including everything from ice cream and chocolate bars to spaghetti and feta cheese, as "Hong Kong food", because of its availability in the former British colony and its scarcity, inthe past, in mainland China.

So it made perfect sense to me that whatever was causing my breast cancer and the shockingly high incidence in this country generally, it was almost certainly something to do with our better-off, middle-class, Western lifestyle.

There is an important point for men here, too. I have observed in my research that much of the data about prostate cancer leads to similar conclusions.

According to figures from the World Health Organization, the number of men contracting prostate cancer in rural China is negligible, only 0.5 men in every 100,000. In England, Scotland and Wales, however, this figure is 70 times higher. Like breast cancer, it is a middle-class disease that primarily attacks the wealthier and higher socio-economic groups ¨C those that can afford to eat rich foods.

I remember saying to my husband, "Come on Peter, you have just come back from China. What is it about the Chinese way of life that is so different?"

Why don't they get breast cancer?

We decided to utilize our joint scientific backgrounds and approach it logically.

We examined scientific data that pointed us in the general direction of fats in diets. Researchers had discovered in the 1980s that only l4% of calories in theaverage Chinese diet were from fat, compared to almost 36% in the West.

But the diet I had been living on for years before I contracted breast cancer was very low in fat and high in fibre. Besides, I knew as a scientist that fat intake in adults has not been shown to increase risk for breast cancer in most investigations that have followed large groups of women for up to a dozen years.

Then one day something rather special happened. Peter and I have worked together so closely over the years that I am not sure which one of us first said, "The Chinese don't eat dairy produce!"

It is hard to explain to a non-scientist the sudden mental and emotional 'buzz' you get when you know you have had an important insight. It's as if you have had a lot of pieces of a jigsaw in your mind, and suddenly, in a few seconds, they all fall into place and the whole picture is clear.

Suddenly I recalled how many Chinese people were physically unable to tolerate milk, how the Chinese people I had worked with had always said that milk was only for babies, and how one of my close friends, who is of Chinese origin, always politely turned down the cheese course at dinner parties.

I knew of no Chinese people who lived a traditional Chinese life who ever used cow or other dairy food to feed their babies. The tradition was to use a wetnurse but never, ever, dairy products.

Culturally, the Chinese find our Western preoccupation with milk and milk products very strange. I remember entertaining a large delegation of Chinese scientists shortly after the ending of the Cultural Revolution in the1980s.

On advice from the Foreign Office, we had asked the caterer to provide a pudding that contained a lot of ice cream. After inquiring what the pudding consisted of, all of the Chinese, including their interpreter, politely but firmly refused to eat it, and they could not be persuaded to change their minds.

At the time we were all delighted and ate extra portions!

Milk, I discovered, is one of the most common causes of food allergies . Over 70% of the world's population are unable to digest the milk sugar, lactose, which has led nutritionists to believe that this is the normal condition for adults, not some sort of deficiency.

Perhaps nature is trying to tell us that we are eating the wrong food.

Before I had breast cancer for the first time, I had eaten a lot of dairy produce, such as skimmed milk, low-fat cheese and yoghurt. I had used it as my main source of protein. I also ate cheap but lean minced beef, which I now realized was probably often ground-up dairy cow.

In order to cope with the chemotherapy I received for my fifth case of cancer, I had been eating organic yoghurts as a way of helping my digestive tract to recover and repopulate my gut with 'good' bacteria.

Recently, I discovered that way back in 1989 yoghurt had been implicated in ovarian cancer . Dr Daniel Cramer of Harvard University studied hundreds of women with ovarian cancer, and had them record in detail what they normally ate. wish I'd been made aware of his findings when he had first discovered them.

Following Peter's and my insight into the Chinese diet, I decided to give up not just yoghurt but all dairy produce immediately. Cheese, butter, milk and yoghurt and anything else that contained dairy produce - it went down the sink or in the rubbish.

It is surprising how many products, including commercial soups, biscuits and cakes, contain some form of dairy produce. Even many proprietary brands of margarine marketed as soya, sunflower or olive oil spreads can contain dairy produce .

I therefore became an avid reader of the small print on food labels.

Up to this point, I had been steadfastly measuring the progress of my fifth cancerous lump with callipers and plotting the results. Despite all the encouraging comments and positive feedback from my doctors and nurses, my own precise observations told me the bitter truth.

My first chemotherapy sessions had produced no effect - the lump was still the same size.

Then I eliminated dairy products. Within days, the lump started to shrink.

About two weeks after my second chemotherapy session and one week after giving up dairy produce, the lump in my neck started to itch. Then it began to soften and to reduce in size. The line on the graph, which had shown no change, was now pointing downwards as the tumour got smaller and smaller.

And, very significantly, I noted that instead of declining exponentially (a graceful curve) as cancer is meant to do, the tumour's decrease in size was plotted on a straight line heading off the bottom of the graph, indicating a cure, not suppression (or remission) of the tumour.

One Saturday afternoon after about six weeks of excluding all dairy produce from my diet, I practised an hour of meditation then felt for what was left of the lump. I couldn't find it. Yet I was very experienced at detecting cancerous lumps - I had discovered all five cancers on my own. I went downstairs and asked my husband to feel my neck. He could not find any trace of the lump either.

On the following Thursday I was due to be seen by my cancer specialist at Charing Cross Hospitalin London. He examined me thoroughly, especially my neck where the tumour had been. He was initially bemused and then delighted as he said, "I cannot find it."

None of my doctors, it appeared, had expected someone with my type and stage of cancer (which had clearly spread to the lymph system) to survive, let alone be so hale and hearty.

My specialist was as overjoyed as I was. When I first discussed my ideas with him he was understandably skeptical. But I understand that he now uses maps showing cancer portality in China in his lectures, and recommends a non-dairy diet to his cancer patients.

I now believe that the link between dairy produce and breast cancer is similar to the link between smoking and lung cancer. I believe that identifying the link between breast cancer and dairy produce, and then developing a diet specifically targeted at maintaining the health of my breast and hormone system, cured me.

It was difficult for me, as it may be for you, to accept that a substance as 'natural' as milk might have such ominous health implications. But I am aliving proof that it works and, starting from tomorrow, I shall reveal the secrets of my revolutionary action plan.

Extracted from Your Life in Your Hands, by Professor Jane Plant.

Madonna - Give It 2 Me

Heard this song during a commercial break featuring the new season of "Desperate Housewives".

A rather familiar song which I don't recognize except for the repetitive
"...on and on and on..."

Liking the song, I decided to put it into my blog entry to share it with you guys. So, I took quite a long time to search for the song on both youtube and imeem until I finally caught the words "give it to me" when the commercial reran on TV.

Was happy to learn that Madonna is the singer for this song...who would have guessed! Ok, Madonna was my favourite English Pop Singer in the past when I was listening to english songs, so the familiarity makes it more favourable.

Please enjoy this music video...

Kallang Paya Lebar Expressway (KPE)

Hey all, for those who are not aware, I am back in Singapore!...actually I was back on Sat...so am now trying to settle back into my job.

Before I starting posting pics for my Hong Kong trip, decided to jot this short post.

Was working late just now and took a cab back home coz I was lazy and trying to save a little time.

The cab driver helpfully suggested going by the KPE as an alternative route from my usual CTE journey. I was then pleasantly surprised to find out that the KPE had just been opened on 20 September 2008. Yeah!

Excited to see how the new expressway looks like, I decided to go along with his suggestion. Bad bad decision...apparently the driver doesnt know the route well (having only been on KPE twice) and came out from the exit named "Bartley Road East". While exiting, he kept mumbling that he never heard of the road and wonder if its new (obviously right, since he's a cabby and never been on the road).

So he ended up driving round and round in Kaki Bukit area while trying to find the right route to bring me home -_-

My cab fare turned out to be S$16+....NOT CHEAP LOR!!! NOT SHORT ROUTE LOR!!!

"Boxes"

It has been a busy few weeks, pre-holiday buzz I hope...

Anyway, I am watching the Formula One (F1) trial race on TV right now while I blog. Ok, not so much watching than listening...coz it gets rather boring after watching a few rounds of the cars going round and round. Gosh, those race cars looks like TOYS! Haha..Plastic looking and all...

I know I should be really excited abt my upcoming trip to Hongkong but strangely, I am just looking forward to the break. Need some time away from the tiring work. And maybe if I am lucky, I may be able to see some fireworks on my first day to Hongkong...hmm...well, we shall see...will TRY to take more pics.

Sidetrack...I did some interesting recording. Trying to understand how much time I spend looking at "boxes" (as in TV, Computers, PSP...anything with a square screen), I decided to note down the number of hours I look at these "boxes" in a week.

Day One (Sat)
9am+ to 10am+ : 1 hr PSP
10am+ to 12pm: 1 1/2 hrs Computer (Mapling)
12pm+ to 1pm: 1/2 hr PSP
1pm to 2pm: 1 hr Computer (Mapling)
2pm+ to 3pm+: 1 hr TV
4pm+ to 5pm+: 1 hr TV
5pm+ to 6pm+: 1 hr PSP
11pm to 11pm+: 1/2 hr PSP
1am to 3am: 2 hrs TV & PSP
9-1/2 hrs

Day Two (Sun)
12pm to 1pm: 1 hr Computer (Mapling)
4pm+ to 5pm+: 1 hr PSP
6pm to 1am: 7 hrs TV
9 hrs

Day Three (Mon)
8am to 8am+: 1/2 hr PSP
9am to 6pm: 7 hrs Computer (Work)
7pm+ to 12am: 4 1/2 hrs TV & PSP
12 hrs

Day Four (Tue)
4am+ to 6am: 1 1/2 hrs PSP
7am+ to 8am+: 1/2 hr PSP
9am to 6pm+: 7 1/2 hrs Computer (Work)
8pm+ to 11pm+: 3 hrs TV & PSP
12-1/2 hrs

Day Five (Wed)
7am+ to 8am+: 1 hr PSP
9am to 8pm+: 10 hrs Computer (Work)
9pm to 11pm+: 2 hrs TV
13hrs

Day Six (Thu)
4am+ to 7am: 2 1/2 hrs PSP
9am to 7pm: 9 1/2 hrs Computer (Work)
8pm+ to 11pm+: 3 hrs TV & Computer (Mapling)
15hrs

Day Seven (Fri)
7am+ to 8am+: 1/2 hr PSP
9am to 7pm+: 9 hrs Computer (Work)
7pm+ to 8pm: 1/2 PSP
10hrs

81 hrs a week!!!

Gosh...I din expect tat figure...ok tat was abt 2 weeks ago and probably one of the rare weeks when I dun sleep well and woke up real early...4am!

Ok, it might seems like I am spending too much time on the "boxes" and dun have a life.........oh wait! Yah! I dun have a life!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Jokes Time

Decided to share some laughters with all of u...here are some jokes I lifted from emails that have been forwarded around. Hope there will be no issues of infringement of copyright coz I have no idea who are the authors of these jokes.

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THE SIZE OF HELLHELL EXPLAINED BY CHEMISTRY STUDENT

The following is an actual question given on a Washington State University chemistry mid-term.

The answer by one student was so 'profound' that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well :

Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?

Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant.

One student, however, wrote the following:
"First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell.

With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially. Now, we look at the Rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added. This gives two possibilities:

1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.

2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.

So which is it?

If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my Freshman year that, 'It will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you,' and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number two must be true, AND thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over. The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct......leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting 'Oh my God.' "

THIS STUDENT RECEIVED THE ONLY 'A'


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THE HUSBAND STORE

A store that sells husbands has just opened in New York City, where a woman may go to choose a husband.

Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates:

You may visit the store ONLY ONCE! You may choose any man from a particular floor, or you may choose to go up a floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the Building!

So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband.

On the first floor the sign on the door reads:
"Floor 1 - These men have jobs and love the Lord"

'I wonder what is on the next floor' she goes to the second floor and the sign reads:
"Floor 2 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, and love kids."

'Maybe the next floor will be better' she continued up to the third floor and the sign reads:
"Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, and are extremely good looking"

'Wow,' she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going. She goes to the fourth floor and the sign reads:
"Floor 4 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop dead good looking and help with the housework."

'Oh, mercy me!' she exclaims, 'I can hardly stand it!' Still, she goes to the fifth floor and the sign reads:
"Floor 5 - These men have jobs, love theLord, love kids, are drop- dead gorgeous, help with the housework and have a strong romantic streak."

She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor and the sign reads:
"Floor 6 - You are visitor 5,363,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please. Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store. Watch your step as you exit the building, and have a nice day!"


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LIZARDS

If you have raised kids (or been one), and gone through the pet syndrome, including toilet flush burials for dead goldfish, the story below will have you laughing out loud!

Overview: I had to take my son's lizard to the vet. Here's what happened:

Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was "something wrong" with one of the two lizards he holds prisoner in his room. "He's just lying there looking sick," he told me. "I'm serious, Dad. Can you help?" I put my best lizard-healer expression on my face and followed him into his bedroom.

One of the little lizards was indeed lying on his back, looking stressed. I immediately knew what to do. "Honey," I called, "come look at the lizard!"

"Oh, my gosh!" my wife exclaimed. "She's having babies."

"What?" my son demanded. "But their names are Bert and Ernie, Mom!"

I was equally outraged. "Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we didn't want them to reproduce," I said accusingly to my wife.

"Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?" she inquired. (I think she actually said this sarcastically!)

"No, but you were supposed to get two boys!" I reminded her, (in my most loving, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth).

"Yeah, Bert and Ernie!" my son agreed.

"Well, it's just a little hard to tell on some guys, you know," she informed me. (Again with the sarcasm!)

By now the rest of the family had gathered to see what was going on. I shrugged,
deciding to make the best of it. "Kids, this is going to be a wondrous experience," I announced. "We're about to witness the miracle of birth."

"Oh, gross!" they shrieked.

"Well, isn't THAT just great? What are we going to do with a litter of tiny little lizard babies?" my wife wanted to know.

We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like a tiny foot would appear briefly, vanishing a scant second later.

"We don't appear to be making much progress," I noted.

"It's breech," my wife whispered, horrified. "Do something, Dad!" my son urged.

"Okay, okay." Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed the foot when it next appeared, giving it a gentle tug. It disappeared. I tried several more times with the same results.

"Should I call 911?" my eldest daughter wanted to know. "Maybe they could talk us through the trauma." (You see a pattern here with the females in my house?)

"Let's get Ernie to the vet," I said grimly. We drove to the vet with my son holding the cage in his lap. "Breathe, Ernie, breathe," he urged.

"I don't think lizards do Lamaze," his mother noted to him. (Women can be so cruel to their own young. I mean what she does to me is one thing, but this boy is of her womb, for God's sake.)

The vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the little animal through a magnifying glass.

"What do you think, Doc, a C-section?" I suggested scientifically.

"Oh, very interesting," he murmured. "Mr. and Mrs. Cameron, may I speak to you privately for a moment?" I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside.

"Is Ernie going to be okay?" my wife asked.

"Oh, perfectly," the vet assured us. "This lizard is not in labor. In fact, that isn't EVER going to happen . . . Ernie is a boy. You see, Ernie is a young male. And occasionally, as they come into maturity, like most male species, they um . . . um . . . masturbate. Just the way he did, lying on his back. " He blushed, glancing at my wife.

We were silent, absorbing this. "So, Ernie's just . . . just . . excited," my wife offered.

"Exactly," the vet replied, relieved that we understood.

More silence. Then my vicious, cruel wife started to giggle. And giggle. And then even laugh loudly.

"What's so funny?" I demanded, knowing, but not believing that the woman I married would commit the upcoming affront to my flawless manliness.

Tears were now running down her face. "It's just . that . . . I'm picturing you pulling on its . . . its . . . teeny little . . .." She gasped for more air to bellow in laughter once more.

"That's enough," I warned. We thanked the vet and hurriedly bundled the lizard and our son back into the car. He was glad everything was going to be okay.

"I know Ernie's really thankful for what you did to help him, Dad,"he told me.

"Oh, you have NO idea," my wife agreed, collapsing with laughter.

Two lizards: $140.

One cage: $50.

Trip to the vet: $30.

Memory of your husband pulling on a lizard's winkie: Priceless!

Moral of the story: Pay attention in biology class. Lizards lay eggs.


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FIRST DATE

On her first date... something embarrassing happened...

Jay Leno went into the audience to find the most embarrassing first date that a woman ever had.

The winner described her worst first date experience. There was absolutely no question as to why her tale took theprize!

She said it was midwinter...Snowing and quite cold...and the guy had taken her skiing in the mountains outside Salt Lake City , Utah . It was a day trip (no overnight). They were strangers, after all, and truly had never met before. The outing was fun but relatively uneventful until they were headed home late that afternoon.

They were driving back down the mountain, when she gradually began to realize that she should not have had that extra latte. They were about an hour away from anywhere with a rest room and in the middle of nowhere! Her companion suggested she try to hold it, which she did for a while.

Unfortunately, because of the heavy snow and slow going, there came a point where she told him that he had better stop and let her go beside the road, or it would be the front seat of his car. They stopped and she quickly crawled outbeside the car, yanked her pants down and started.

In the deep snow she didn't have good footing, so she let her butt rest against the rear fender to steady herself. Her companion stood on the side of the car watching for traffic and indeed was a real gentleman and refrained from peeking. All she could think about was the relief she felt despite the rather embarrassing nature of the situation.

Upon finishing however, she soon became aware of another sensation. As she bent to pull up her pants, the young ladydiscovered her buttocks were firmly glued against the car's fender.

Thoughts of tongues frozen to poles immediately came to mind as she attemptedto disengage her flesh from the icy metal. It was quickly apparent that she had a brand new problem due to the extreme cold. Horrified by her plight and yet aware of the humour of the moment, she answered her date's concerns about "what is taking so long" with a reply that indeed, she was "freezing her butt off"and in need of some assistance!

He came around the car as she tried to cover herself with her sweater and then, as she looked imploringly into his eyes, he burst out laughing. She too, got the giggles and when they finally managed to compose themselves, they assessed her dilemma.

Obviously, as hysterical as the situation was, they also were faced with a real problem. Both agreed it would take something hot to free her chilly cheeks fromthe grip of the icy metal! Thinking about what had gotten her into the predicament in the first place, both quickly realized that there was only one way to get her free.

So, as she looked the other way, her first-time date proceeded to unzip his pants and pee her butt off the fender. As the audience screamed in laughter, she took the Tonight Show prize hands down. Or perhaps that should be "pants down." And you thought your first date was embarrassing.

Jay Leno's comment..."This gives a whole new meaning to being pissed off." Oh, and how did the first date turn out? He became her husband and was sitting next to her on the Leno show.

Little Imps

I decided to share this little incident which happened on Teacher's Day.

Child care centre was closed and my mum had to babysit my niece and nephew. They came over early in the morning when I was about to leave home for work.


I joked with Charmaine and asked, "敏敏，要陪姑姑去做工吗？"

"不要！" Charmaine answered immediately.

"你可以站在旁边，姑姑会拿东西给你photostat" I continued.

Charmaine giggled and repeated, "不...要！"

Then I turned my attention to Ray and said, "弟弟，不然你跟姑姑去做工啦。"

Ray shook his head vigorously and giggled with Charmaine.

I turned back to Charmaine, "来啦，敏敏，快点陪姑姑去做工。"

Charmaine replied, "我会把你的东西弄乱！"

I said to Ray, "弟弟，走，快跟姑姑去做工。"

"我会把你的东西撕掉！" Ray said mischeviously.

。。。从头到尾，他们一直在笑。。。


Haha...dunno whether I ought to laugh or cry at their response...where did they learn all that from???

Korean Belle

I got into a debate with my colleague recently abt which Korean actress is pretty.


Limited by the K-dramas tat we have watched so far...we came to consensus that we like Choi Ji-woo 崔智友 and I personally find Kim Tae-hee absolutely gorgeous (both actresses acted in the K-drama "Stairways to Heaven"...their pictures are below:

Choi Ji-woo

Kim Tae-hee

Maybe I am a little bias since Kim Tae-hee is Lee Wan's sister...Gorgeous siblings!

Anyway, the debate started when we touched on the topic about the main actresses:

Juhua 菊花 from Hearts of Nineteen "加油！菊花" (some know this as "十九岁的清纯")

VS

Jinshun 金顺 from Be Strong-Geum Soon "加油！金顺".

Both actresses in the dramas started off somewhat looking like country bumpkins but improved with the progression in the shows.

Just to prove tat beauty is in the eyes of the beholder and differs from person to person.

Let's vote!

Who do you think is prettier?
	Koo Hye-seon a.k.a. Juhua
	Han Hye-jin a.k.a. Jinshun
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A New Look ^^

A new look for me....



A new look for my blog..."gone are the pigs, leaving a trail of fallen leaves"

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After years of keeping my hair longer than shoulder length, I finally had it cut short. Got some good feedback from friends and colleagues that I look younger and fresher with this new look...wat do u think?

Am just damn glad tat I dun turn out looking like a tomboy just like wat I did when I last had short hair in my Secondary school days...phew!

Touching Tale

I just read one of the forwarded emails and was really TOUCHED by it. My fren asked why I did not cry after watching the video clip...I sound heartless? The fact tat I din cry doesnt mean I am not touched...rather tat the video gives me a lot of food for thought and plenty more to thank for in my life.

Here's the email and video clips...hope it touches u too and brings some enlightening into ur fortunate lives.

"A son asked his father, 'Dad, will you take part in a marathon with me?' The father who, despite having a heart condition, says 'Yes'. They went on to complete the marathon together.
Father and son went on to join other marathons, the father always saying 'Yes' to his son's request of going through the race together.

One day, the son asked his father, 'Dad, let's join the Ironman together.' To which, his father said 'Yes'. For those who didn't know, Ironman is the toughest triathlon ever. The race encompasses three endurance events of a 2.4 mile (3.86kilometer) ocean swim, followed by a 112 mile (180.2 kilometer) bike ride, and ending with a 26.2 mile (42.195 kilometer) marathon along thecoast of the Big Island. Father and son went on to complete the race together."


View this video clip: Click on the link below to view the duo.

http://www.godtube.com/view_video.php?viewkey=8cf08faca5dd9ea45513

"SHA LE WO BA"!!! - Kill Me!!!

T_T sob sob...

I feel like dying...cry...I woke up this morning...and...was getting ready to go to work...and since its Friday, casual dressing....but...but...

I CAN'T FIT INTO MY FAVOURITE PAIR OF JEANS!!!!!!!!!!!!

*broke into fits of hysteria and sobbing non stop*

Too much 'bing-ing' on good food and no exercise is the culprit of my state right now. T_T

YAH, I know its my fault... *banging my head into the wall*

So, frens...I know u meant well when u call me to meet up for lunches, dinners and drinks...but I shall now restrict myself to a maximum of 1 such gathering per week (first come first serve).

Plus, I shall endeavour to do the following:
- no more junk food & tidbits for myself
- to skip breakfast whenever possible
- drink more plain water instead of other drinks
- weekday lunches shall encompasses soupy stuff and less starchy food
- try to go for at least 1 yoga class per week

Hopefully the result of the above will be a slimmer me with more savings too.

Wish me luck!