Sunday, May 15, 2011

Heard this song on the radio and the voice is so sweet and pure. As any female who fancies a sweet crush and yet is shy to confess, I bet the lyrics just seem to match well with the voice. I guess it is like having sweet caramel melting at the tip of your tongue. Silly yet a definite rush of happy endorphin. Listen to the acoustic guitar in the song and I'm seriously amazed that it's by Sungha Jung. He's only 14 years old!

Enjoy! Brown Eyed Girls' Narsha with I'm in Love.




Vote for My Party Leh


Casualties for the "Omnipotent" Party, rising social issues among peasants like me and the sandwiched group, unnecessary drama, and people rising to fame overnight through the social media..YAM, TPL and NS. And of course, other than the Straits Time which posted huge coverages on the Omnipotent Party, the TODAY paper which was dutifully delivered to my doorsteps every Mon to Sat mysteriously disappeared few days before the polling day.

It is a smorgasbord of politics and verbal and non-verbal form of social/peer influences. The most interesting thing was my Facebook turning to a pro-Opposition Party platform or forum with friends slamming the Omnipotent Party. I see continuous stream of updates none other than related to the GE. So much so that I refused to be on Facebook or else risked being a victim of group influence.

Anyway, just an analogy. Some people may have read Amy Chua's Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother. Chua has being criticized for her harsh parenting model and has being referred to raising "cubs" rather than children. But I still love her book for its genuineness and humor..you tell me..how many busy working mothers are willing to sit through their child's music lessons and patiently write down points and prepare practicing notes for their child?

Surprisingly, Chua's strict parenting model still succumb when being delivered to her younger daughter, Lulu. Lulu is the defiant daughter who would rather be punished and standing in the windy chills than obey or apologize for her mistakes. She would also chopped off her hair in a jagged manner in protest of her mother not bringing her to the hairdresser. Not many Asian kids of her age will do these. I will never have done that and somehow will still apologize grudgingly when threats are imposed. But the GE is just a reflection on how we became the rebellious and Generation-Y Lulus. We no longer succumb to threats such as "regret" and "repent" that may see our positions being altered. We vote wisely knowing that it will only be 5 years later that the next GE will be held. It just took a few young voices from the Opposition Party to tip the long-time balance of the Omnipotent Party and set a slightly fairer playing field in parliament.

We are Just so Complex

At least for me, I think that human beings are complex creatures.

Just for laugh. I was having a bonding session with my peers through dinner when we started a guessing game on which courses we took back in poly. Surprisingly, all of them said I was from nursing school. Another day, my eyes were super dry from the late nights, so I wore specs to school. 5 of my friends were horrified and said, "Oh gosh, you remind me of someone. Are you from Cedar Girls' or some girls' school!"


In his book, The Tipping Point, Gladwell mentions that we think in absolute terms and miss out on the role of situations when it comes to personality. And yes, he also sort of solves my looming question on why people's character around me are changing and yet I still think that I am like a wheel that is stuck in the same rut.

"Character..isn't a stable, easily identifiable set of closely related traits, and it only seems that way because of a glitch in the way our brains are organize. Character is more like a bundle of habits..dependent on circumstance and context. The reason that most of us seem to have a consistent character is that most of us are really good in controlling our environment." - Malcolm Gladwell

Indeed, this book is a page turner and a warrior dance in some tropical Hawaii or Maldives beach for me.

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