Posted by: PMS | February 18, 2008


Watching S-Pop on Ch U now, and I kinda think that the best Asian female singers are those who have a low talking voice.

People like Stefanie Sun, Tanya Chua, Elva Hsiao, A*Mei, Cai Qin, Na Ying, Coco Li etc.

Somehow their voices just have more 磁性 and are more captivating. Not to mention they can hit the super low notes (I can too! Think Jacky Cheung. Don’t play play.) and also the high notes, hence widening the vocal ranges and the songs they can attempt.


Posted by: PMS | February 18, 2008


If you were to use one word to describe Singaporeans (as in a trait to represent a typical SG-rean), which word would you use?

Posted by: PMS | February 17, 2008


Out of curiosity I clicked on my Akismet Spam page, and I realized a few of you kind readers have gotten your comments somehow blocked as spam!

I didn’t realize until now! Sorry sorry. Got Dida lah.. hornicole lah.. Vanessa lah.

I unblocked those comments liao.


Posted by: PMS | February 17, 2008

Interesting conversation

Me (to Mops & Pops): “Ay ay! FF gave me a bus ticket to Penang! She initially planned to return home for a short visit, but suddenly got company retreat so she cannot go already. So she give me the bus ticket lor!”

M & P: “Shi meh? When is it? The journey very long right you can meh.”

P: “You going back Sydney liao you still want to go so far.”

Me: “Can lah.. don’t waste mah! $35 leh!”

M & P: “Wah. So good got company retreat ah. Go where?”

Me: “Errr… Bintan!”

No objections! No crazy you-kena-take-nekkid-pictures har! No cannot go! 

Hellloooo orh jian! Hellloooo kway teow tng! Hellooooo fattybombom!


Posted by: PMS | February 17, 2008

Jo, Vi, Wast!

You know what is 无赖 in English?



Posted by: PMS | February 16, 2008

Top Alert


Image taken from here.

I have been searching for this All My Life (ever since I graduated from primary school).

Whoever sees this anywhere, please Please PLEASE let me know where I can get this!


Posted by: PMS | February 14, 2008

Saint Valentine’s Day

I was going to start this entry by showing off the presents I got from my faraway Valentine.

However, I am sick of hearing some overused-to-death stuff and I decided to blog about it first.


Poor old St Valentine died for a reason. You can go Wiki or Google it.

Valentine’s Day exists FOR a reason – for lovers to express their feelings to each other. Which is precisely why it is named Valentine’s Day, and not Meng Keong’s Day, or Choon Huat’s Day, or Sang Nila Utama’s Day.

I am sick of hearing how people (single or double-but-can’t-get-to-celebrate) yadda on and on in those irritating holier-than-thou manner, about how “Ohhhhhh everyday is a Valentine’s Day if a couple is really truly deeply madly in love! I don’t need silly commercialized days like that to celebrate my love! It’s like SO commercialized it’s silly! Spend so much money and just walk around doing nothing but show off the forests of roses and compare teddy bears!”

News flash!!

Valentine’s Day has a MEANING to it. It is your problem if you fail to comprehend the meaning behind this special day, or you misconstrue its meaning, hence falling prey to the commercialization of the day. If to you, V-day is all about flowers, dinners and presents, then you are a sorry-ful person, because you don’t know what is Valentine’s Day.

Having Valentine’s Day does NOT mean you can neglect your partners for the rest of the 363 (minus V-day and birthday), and only “love” back when it’s V-day. It means that on top of showering TLC on them for the entire year, you get ONE day to do something reeeeaaallllyyy special to express your love! Hurray!

It’s really just too bad that those businesses out there decided to hinge onto the day and commercialize it really badly. I mean, what else have Singaporeans not taken advantage to make money from anyway? In places like England and Europe, the whole lurve-is-in-the-air mood is like dunno how thick and authentic lor! It’s just like a true-blue Singaporean to cheapen every special thingamajit with the money-making schemes, no? You can bake your own cookies ah. Or make your own paper flowers. Or make your own card. Or design a something. Or fold stars. Whatever happened to good old classic ways of love expressions? Too bad for you if you nabbed yourself a materialistic one who demands LVs lor. But if you willingly splurge on your partner then that’s an entire different story altogether.

Just because you don’t get a date, or you don’t have a date, or for any reason you’d be alone for the day (like meeeee *sniff*), don’t get all holier-than-thou and preach ok? You can be sour, you can be bitter, you can be miffed. But you don’t go around acting all snooty and say stuff like “Ohhhhh everyday is a V-day if you have true love!”

I definitely know how it’s like to be alone on a V-day lor, given how I was (really) ugly for the better half of my life and always missing out on ‘going steady‘ *gags*. In fact, I spent three V-days with Dodo (today third time). I was envious, I was bitter, I was every other emotion, but I never once thought V-day was just-any-other-day. It is a day designated for couples (why do you think throngs of people get married today?!) and if you don’t have a date, it really is quite sian.

Then with that logic of the holier-than-thous, if a Hindu is very pious, then that poor man must carry kavadi and step on burning coals everyday lah?! Or can we do without Easter Day, or Vesak Day, or Hari Raya? Since if you pious and holy, then every other day pious can already. Don’t need a special day to commemorate one lah hor?

If you could get a date, who’d really want to be alone on this day?



Look what came from far far away!






Spent the V-day with Dodo for the third time!

2003 at TP’s computer lab rushing her FYP, 2004 with her Thunder God and I with YJ at Suntec dunno doing what, and 2008 watching Ah Long Pte Ltd and stuffing ourselves with Ajisen.

“Ay? Sen me sen?”



BFF phones! Got them together and even had adjacent numbers with the last two digits ending as our birth years.

After movie Dodo came back to my place and we mahjonged with my parents.

Heh heh heh.

Sent her home while blasting Britney Spears in the car.

Thus concluding the little love day.

Happy Valentine’s Day to all happy couples, and may the still-single boys and girls quick quick find a Valentine soon!

Posted by: PMS | February 11, 2008

We are big (bored) eaters

Effy says (11:10 AM):
i wonder ah.. if one day ahhhhhhhh we get caught in an avalanche and i have to eat you to survive

Wan Yi says (11:10 AM):
with a sunny side up

Effy says (11:10 AM):
how long will u last me

Wan Yi says (11:10 AM):

Effy says (11:10 AM):
such a deep question huh

Effy says (11:10 AM):
i am such a deep person

Wan Yi says (11:10 AM):

Wan Yi says (11:11 AM):
ur byebye very deep

Effy says (11:11 AM):
one neh is like maybe 2 days?

Wan Yi says (11:11 AM):

Wan Yi says (11:11 AM):

Effy says (11:11 AM):
yes lor.. i small eater

Wan Yi says (11:11 AM):
i think 1 day

Effy says (11:11 AM):

Wan Yi says (11:11 AM):
i hope i dun get stuck with ting

Wan Yi says (11:11 AM):

Effy says (11:11 AM):
i will throw away the byebye

Effy says (11:11 AM):

Effy says (11:11 AM):
i also dun want ting

Posted by: PMS | February 10, 2008


I’ve lived with mediocrity all my life.

I was always contented with what I was, with what I had, with what I was given.

I was honestly contented, and I was easily contented. I never saw the need to fight for things, never saw the need to fight for opportunities, never saw the need to fight for The Stage.

Just mediocre.

And that lack of ambition is precisely what made me who I am now.


I had a bit of a quiet time just earlier on, amidst the bustling chingchong festive season.

I was watching some YouTube videos of this singer I like, and it hit me hard, exactly how mediocre I am, after watching how the singer “blossomed” as I watched the videos in approximate chronological order.

Perhaps it struck something in me because of the ‘proximity’ (for want of a better word).

It disgusts me, the way I actually allowed myself to be mediocre. We were offered the same (at least similar) opportunities, yet the singer had already climbed Way Up There, and I am still… me.

I was given chances. Many many chances. Chances that were thrown at my feet to let me step on, which would have propelled me Way Up There.

If only I had made good use of those chances. Perhaps I abused the chances given to me, because they were given to me. If I had to fight it out and grab those chances, instead of being offered on a silver platter, I might have had treasured them so much more, instead of waving them away like the spoilt princess I was, thinking that those opportunities would always be available to me somehow, due to connections.

I was the type that would never die out, because I would do (only) enough to stay afloat, yet I was also the type that would probably never shine (unless I did something about it), because I am lazy and full of shit excuses.

The ironic part is, I believe if you want to do something, then do it to the best. Otherwise, don’t even begin.

Yet to date, I have never excelled in anything, not studies, not sports, not singing.

I was always contented with what I had, and for some warped reason, I was contented being in the half-fucked category – neither the worst, nor the best.  I yearn for radical changes, yet I always felt for the need of familiarity, hence the perpetual struggle to decide whether to step out of my comfort zone, or simply remain status quo.


How very apt.

Yep. That’s me.

Posted by: PMS | February 5, 2008

I laugh very long leh

The headlines for The New Paper today screamed:“Taiwan celebs poke fun at our (Singapore) English”




Eerrrhhhhh, at the very least, Singaporeans don’t go “Happy Burst-day” leh.

And that’s really just the tip of the iceberg lor.


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