Achy

Creak! Crack? Croak.

That's probably what you'll hear when I walk pass you. Yes, I'm back from Perth and now practically doing my dirty laundry and trying to keep myself away from all the yummy food that awaits me at the nearby hawker centre. You don't know how desperate I am from all the sandwiches, and fried battered food I had in OZ that made me crave for local delights in Singapore! Like what I always tell Aveline and Samantha, I can eat a cow!

Cheers mate!

Anyway, as I know you guys are still patiently waiting my update of OZ, I have to apologize. As much as I want to update about OZ, I've got a gazillion photos yet to be recieved and much editing to be done so those might take time. I would most likely blog about OZ next week? :) Your wait is truly appreciated.


Meanwhile waiting, why not catch an awesome movie I've caught with Samantha called Mozart and the Whale, this awesome film starring Josh Hartnett and Radha Mitchell? A soul lifting, sweet and cute (of course, with Josh Hartnett in it), dramatic, romantic comedy inspired by the lives of two people with Asperger's Syndrome, a form of autism, whose emotional dysfunctions threaten to sabotage their budding romance. By the way, we both love the entire film, so if you're wondering if it's worth watching, go figure.

Whee, now that I'm done with what I wanna say, I'm off to my beauty sleep. :)

BANG! I'm Dead.

I thought I was dead. Literally, dead.

Shot in the head and the shoulder blade by a kingpin. Attemptiing to protect my sister from the terrorizing people with rifles slung across their shoulders, shooting random innocent people around the neighborhood, not I'm not spared either.

The shootings came in abruptly from nowhere. It was so random, nobody expected something horrible like that would actually happened, let alone the two of us. We were eating when suddenly, out of nowhere came this gunshot sound. The target was a guy seating at the table next to mine, which he immediately collapsed, with blood oozing from his chest.


Everyone started screaming, whereas I panicked because I have no idea where to head for escape. So I grabbed my sister and we headed for the escalators, which was already too late. The terrorists combed the entire building...with people dead or injured. Women and children weren't spared either and fear was constantly building up you could feel my heart pumping in a hard, rhythmic pattern.

We went flat on the ground and started crawling, hoping nobody would notice us when someone with sharp eyesight caught us from a distance, we were called upon.

Ignoring them, we continued crawling when the kingpin was so furious, he took his subordinate's rifle and started shooting aimlessly when it actually shot me on my shoulder blade. It never felt so painful in my entire life but I still ignore them protecting my sister when another gunshot was released.

This time, I wasn't so lucky. I got shot at the head, and my life swiftly. The last thing I've heard was my sister crying...then it's over.

You know they say when one dies, they see light?

I saw THE light. This bright light that beckons me to go over, which I did and the next moment I was seated in a room with a lady who slammed a bowl of pig intestine noodles on the table and demanded me to finish it up.

I can't breathe. I was struggling and never felt so miserable in my life. I knew it's a dream but I can't seem to wake up. I keep on chanting continuously, "It's just a dream, it's just a dream, it's just a dream.." Which I then forced myself up from my sofa.

Was it just really a dream? It was surreal however at the same time a part of me just wants to believe it. It was hell scary and I still have the jitters.

"Blog About Others At Your Peril..."

If you don't read it, there's one particular entry I've got to point out by star blogger Jamie Yeo, who pointed out something that many bloggers do without realizing it.

"Should blogs which are very personal, so much so that they damn and hurt the innocent and seek revenge of the guilty, enter the public domain?"

-Jamie Yeo

I realized that I'm one of those who tend to make such mistakes without even realizing the outcome.

So to whoever I have hurt, I seek your forgiveness as I blog only to what I think deems right but not thinking about how you feel about the issue.



Blogging, be it a job or a passion, could be the best thing that has ever happen to you. But blogging has it's own limitations. You can't be possibly blogging about something that might hurt or stain your country, friends or families with bad reputation or bitching about your job for not being the most idealistic one you seek. If you think it's personal, choose writing a diary or would you rather hurt people or yourself in the process?

I just can't picture blogging to ruin one's life by just a simple blog entry. To one, it might be worth the effort, but to me, it's just plain dumb, don't you think?

*Picture taken from HERE.

My 2 Cents: You Got Molested, Got Flamed And Get Upset?

You got molested, why do you even bother even blogging about it? In fact, which victim who got molested blogs about her ordeal?

Amy did. Amy got molested and she blogged about her ordeal, which raised eyes of many netizens who either flamed her or gave her the courage she needs. But seriously, then again, is this a cry for sympathy or just a call for attention for other females out there touring with a group of guys?

Here's my 2 cents.


As stated on the papers, people who "flamed" her mentioned that it's a come-on sign, which I thought could be partially true. What was she wearing that night? Why travel alone with just a guy? I think pointers like this matters a lot when it comes to staying in the room with another guy whom you thought you knew him since forever. Reservation mistake? Shouldn't she be complaining to the manager? Can't the guy sleep on the ground or sofa? Why didn't she file a police report in Korea instead coming back then file one? Questions like these just make you ponder twice, don't they?

Nice, isn't good enough. It's how much you are able to trust and rely a friend. Jim, obviously, isn't the so called Mr. Nice Guy? The saying "Trust no one but yourself." works well in this situation.

I don't see why there's any reason she shouldn't be flamed. She caused an uproar, and all of these happened for a reason: She shouldn't have blogged about the incident at all and let law and justice do the job.

Why court for more trouble when it can all be handled by the law?

Amy: I don't know what's going to happen here. You stay strong and treat this incident as a lesson.

Jim: Don't think you can get away scott free. Also, Apologize for Pete's sake.

Failed To Understand

Here's something I always fail to understand. Why do people try so hard to be someone else and not their own?

Their interest (certain), the speech, the fashion sense (just look around everyone dresses about the same way), the way one BLOGS?!?!...

Isn't there a sense of originality in us somehow? Why we rather follow someone else rather than following our hearts?

Now you know why there's such a phrase : Monkeys See, Monkeys Do?



Oh well, if only someone could give me an answer.


Picture: Courtesy from How Original Are You?

Do Not Mock At Pregnant ManThomas Beatie!

Do you remember the movie, Junior starring Arnold Schwarzenegger as a pregnant man?


Now, with that, watch this.




This Oregon resident, Thomas Beatie decided to keep his female reproductive organs when he became transgender but he had a chest reduction and underwent testosterone therapy. Yes, Thomas Beatie used to be a hot looking woman, but chose to believe that she's born in the wrong body.

BEFORE: Tracy Beatie

AFTER: Thomas Beatie

The 34 year old, who will be due in weeks is happily married to his wife, whom obviously did not really care what he used to be is anxiously waiting for that miracle too.

2 In Love

I don't get it. How can people mock at him when he is willing to do everything just to give birth to a healthy baby? It might sound wrong and unacceptable to the society, but why can't people just give way to men like Thomas? What's wrong being the first "Man" to be impregnated? At least he isn't the first guy to know his pregnancy and aborting it on the spot. Now that's just unacceptable. Let's show some respect, dude!

Ever Wonder What's The Worst Job Ever?

Have you ever wondered what is the worst job ever?

In my personal opinion, I think the worst job ever has got to be...ARMPIT SNIFFERS! Just take a look at this!

*sniff* Hmm...smells like chicken!

Deodorant companies hire professional armpit sniffers to sniff the pits just to make sure the product they sell will be a wipe out! Yikes!!! Now whenever I look at my deodorant, I will look it in a different way. :0

It's just odd to be sniffing pits of different people at the same time. I mean, it's totally different with those garbage collectors because most garbage just smell like garbage, don't they? But armpit sniffers?! God, have mercy on them!

Now, I just wonder how's the pay like. =?

The Dumb & Naive

22 year-old Morris Williams was the second guy to be put behind bars after having sex with a minor Alicia Dean, 13. He claimed that "the victim" told him that she's 18 and that she picked him up, had conversations and had sex.

Alicia Dean's MySpace profile states that she's 19, divorced and obviously available.


Because of the false statements, two guys were "conned" and sent to jail, while dear Miss Alicia Dean goes scott free? Even Dean's family admits Alisha still stays out late and has yet to delete her misleading MySpace page.

Girls/Guys like Alicia Dean, are gross as hell. If you're one of those people using social networking community, why give out misleading details of yourself? Using that to attract someone's attention is like killing them softly. Oh and using pictures of other people telling others that whoever that person in the picture is you isn't cool okay?

I don't even know why she's the victim here. It takes two to clap and tango when it comes to sex? I was speculating Dean being a nympho but assuming doesn't works well here. Anyway it just disgusts the shit out of me. Just tell me why did that girl go scott free? Argh!

But then again, those two desperate guys are just too gullible, isn't it?

You Are A Laughing Stock

This might sound dramatic but it happened to someone I knew before.

PS: I forgot to tell this to Alicia and Chris earlier on. So now I'm going to relate the incident using e-media.

Guys pick up girls on the street. I believe quite a number of guys do that to at anywhere, anytime. But can you imagine the girl being fooled after giving her number to the guy? Be it in bed, or by means of wealth or fame or just for the sake of fun, that girl is a laughing stock.

I had this experience when I went for a movie outing at Cineleisure with a group of girls. When we were about to enter the building, the Cine kids(or so I thought), approached one of my friends and asked for her number. Flushing red, my girlfriend browsed around and finally gave her number to the "full-package" guy (cool, good looking, a sk8r boy too) after a round of persuasion from the rest of his friends. When she finally did everyone cheered on, leaving me looking like an ass for not being "a friend". Some asked if I was green with envy...Uh, not really. I had this bad feeling so I thought I better shut up. And I was right!


That scenario was so awkward we decided to mingle around Rocky Masters and came the same guy who asked for my girlfriend's number. He took a glance at my friend and started sniggering real hard, so hard I thought his esophagus was going to explode anytime. "Hey there girl, don't be angry if you allow me to say this, but I took a bet with my friends that I'm able to get your number within 10 minutes. All thanks to you he's buying me a movie ticket. Don't worry I will delete your number from my phone." He completed his sentence, immediately flashed his phone at her face and deleted her number running back to his friends who were already laughing at the corner.

She flushed again, this time infuriated and pissed. One of of my girlfriends stood up and flashed the finger and the guys went "OOOOH..." which obviously doesn't bother them. In my mind, I was like, "Morons are meant to be morons. No mistake in that."

We took our last coffee sip and left for the theatre immediately...What laughing stock.

Girls, if a random guy ever comes up to you on the street for your number, don't be fooled by his looks or his deep sexy voice because all of this is a scam, to make you look like an idiot or to manipulate you. If you're all cool, then I guess I've nothing much left to say. If you have no idea what to do, just reject him. Don't even try feeling bad for him because he is a completely desperate moron.

PPS: This is not meant to be a sexist entry because such scenarios can be applied to guys as well. Neither is it meant to be stereotypical because only a handful of people behave this way.

There's Still Life, When There's Hope And Love

The butterfly is symbolic in the taoist culture that a dead spirit has return.

the disaster happened. today at 4.20pm, it happened again, this time killing 1, leaving 200 odd injured.

a few moments ago, i caught the three-hour special last minute held charity concert "让爱川流不息" to raise funds for children who have been orphaned by the Sichuan earthquake. i was deeply touched by the performance, even though it was just a simple sing-along session, the songs they sung were impactful, and meaningful at the same time. they gathered a total of 6.85million dollars worth of donation and would be donated to the children of the Sichuan quake.


someone in the show mentioned: we might be tearing now, but how much we tear cannot be replaced to the mothers who lost their child in the disaster. (in a family in China, every couple can only bear 1 child) they're tearing blood, that bleeds inside out.


they flashed a montage of pictures of children who could never ever see the daylight again, or breathe in the fresh air they used to breathe every morning. it was such a painful sight, i could not bear but to tear with the audiences. though i might not fully understand the devastation that is going on, but i was one child who lost her mom, so somehow i could understand the pain parents or children are going through.

prior to my previous entry, if i have the money, i'll fly over to Sichuan to give people hugs. they might not know what it's all about, but they definitely can feel the warmth.

the people and volunteers of Sichuan deeply touched me, especially this lady who lost her 2-year old child in the rubble who was interviewed. she told the reporter that even though she lost her child, there is no way her child will come back, therefore what she can do now is to volunteer and help the children in need. despite the disaster and what everyone had went through, nothing will be the same again.


that's why sometimes i wonder why people choose to end their lives. in contrary, many want their lives, to live gloriously and be happy. it's a misfortune that that can never be retrieved or taken back, because whatever is gone, is gone. what are left behind are just memories of each other.

while some others, the survivors and the homeless are given another chance to live, which i believe wholeheartedly that they will treasure every single minute of it because the disaster taught them a valuable lesson: to hope, to love and to live, which i choose to learn from too.

there will be rainbow after the rain, and a sun after the storm; there's life with love and hope.

now, there are 60,000 lives lost to the disaster, 20,000 are missing, or clinging on their lives waiting for help to reach them.

i dedicate this song to the children and parents who underwent the pain nobody can ever imagine.




PS: my deepest condolences to the loss in the Myanmar and Sichuan disaster.

Pictures: Courtesy of Wen_Chuan in Flickr

Have You Hugged Anyone Lately?

prior to 3Point8's entry on the Free Hugs Campaign, i've decided to write something based on what i've reflected after visiting Juan Mann's blog and the freehugscampaign.org website. you wouldn't know how much warmth i've felt after reading how the Free Hugs Campaign came about.

"I'd been living in London when my world turned upside down and I'd had to come home. By the time my plane landed back in Sydney, all I had left was a carry on bag full of clothes and a world of troubles. No one to welcome me back, no place to call home. I was a tourist in my hometown.

Standing there in the arrivals terminal, watching other passengers meeting their waiting friends and family, with open arms and smiling faces, hugging and laughing together, I wanted someone out there to be waiting for me. To be happy to see me. To smile at me. To hug me.

So I got some cardboard and a marker and made a sign. I found the busiest pedestrian intersection in the city and held that sign aloft, with the words "Free Hugs" on both sides.

And for 15 minutes, people just stared right through me. The first person who stopped, tapped me on the shoulder and told me how her dog had just died that morning. How that morning had been the one year anniversary of her only daughter dying in a car accident. How what she needed now, when she felt most alone in the world, was a hug. I got down on one knee, we put our arms around each other and when we parted, she was smiling.

Everyone has problems and for sure mine haven't compared. But to see someone who was once frowning, smile even for a moment, is worth it every time."

- Juan Mann

you can never imagine the number of kleenex i've used. (sorry, it can't be helped. i am THAT emotional) when is the last time you gave someone a sincere, warm hug? have you felt such love and warmth that sometimes you just felt you're actually nobody and you're all alone? i have not done that for as long as i can remember and now i just feel like hugging people. if Juan Mann is right here in town, i'lll take a cab, fly over and hug him!




support the freehugscampaign.org by spreading the word. spread that love and warmth. give someone a sincere hug to show you care! you might think a hug doesn't mean anything, however, you might think otherwise when you need one.

sometimes i just wished people are born happy, no rage, no sadness, no hatred. but someone once told me that he sort of guessed and figured that we were initially born happy, however living in such a shitty world the gloominess just overshadows.

i had a conversation with YL:

(click to enlarge)

then the question went on. why hate when there's love?

my friend told me it was an act: a balance of nature. picture my expression v_v

mind boggling, open ended questions keeps me seeking, for that particular answer i'm looking for. i'm a seeker for unsolvable answers. if you do have the answer, write me a comment. i look forward hearing from you guys. (:

Watching Rated Movies With A Guy

am i the only one who feels the same? that, watching rated movies is such an awkward thing to do with my father or a guy? or at least i think so.

being brought up by a dad isn't easy for him, therefore as a daughter i'll try to cheer him up, teaching him how to use the computer, letting him into our world, if you know where i'm coming from. we have this similar thing for entertainment; DVDs and more, well DVDs so i'd rent DVDs at the weekends to make up time for each other and catching up to be done.

the usual, he'll smoke his tobacco while i'll do the preparation: get the snacks ready. load the DVD into my player and change whatever settings needed to be done and viola! "PA! THE MOVIE HAS STARTED!" he took his last puff, grabbed a glass of wine with him and settle on the sofa. and so, the movie started.

my dad loves action packed movies. those kungfu, superheroes, C.S.I flicks therefore i'd have to choose wisely; a movie that i'll watch and he'd appreciate. that night, i chose Miami Vice and i thought it looked great and the storyline is something worth watching, which it did..except for the super intimate scenes (a.k.a hot shower scene) that i wasn't expecting!!!


speaking of which, i recalled on watching a flick with intimate scenes (remember RoadtripEurotrip?!) with Mr. Tan and it wasn't so awkward as we had company: Miss Sam and Miss Ave. and we'll joke about the fake boobs and other random stuff along the line.


however, watching it with your daddy doesn't seems the case! when that scene came up, my inner thoughts were like, holy crap, what the fuck have i done! this is GREAT! awkward.... and i'd start to blabber things like OMG 123456789 times, or i'll try calling my sister whose eyes are glued to the PC which i clearly know isn't doing much help so i had to bear with all the awkwardness and not face my dad but the screen.

another incident was when we were watching Jarhead, remember there's this particular scene that guy received a video from his wife having sex with another fella? like, they showed the entire scene of them screwing around?! ...you get it.

guess it's time for me to get over this whole awkward feel! question is: HOW?

tell me, how can i ever get away with this? how can i overcome this situation? you tell me.

Endings

the film Prince of Caspian ended with a subtle, emotion-filled song by Regina Spektor's The Call.

download The Chronicles of Narnia - Prince Caspian OST here

(It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word

And then that word grew louder and louder
'Til it was a battle cry

I'll come back
When you call me
No need to say goodbye

Just because everything's changing
Doesn't mean it's never
Been this way before

All you can do is try to know
Who your friends are
As you head off to the war

Pick a star on the dark horizon
And follow the light

You'll come back
When it's over
No need to say good bye

You'll come back
When it's over
No need to say good bye

Now we're back to the beginning
It's just a feeling and now one knows yet
But just because they can't feel it too
Doesn't mean that you have to forget

Let your memories grow stronger and stronger
'Til they're before your eyes

You'll come back
When they call you
No need to say good bye

You'll come back
When they call you
No need to say good bye

whether good or bad, life has its own different ending. i want mine to be happy, with unforgettable smiles, with terabytes of happy memories. don't bid me goodbye because it's just a new beginning.

Happy Little Things In Life

prior to my previous super morbid entry, i've decided to write about the happy little things in my life that are worth living for.

#1: my lovely family



#2: my fab friends


#3: your 78-year old grandma enjoying chocolate fudge ice-cream

what a sport!

#4: the joy of thrift shopping


#5: my almost perfect chocolate cake...(okay, laugh at me)


#6: music, arts and entertainment


#7: free things


#8: the joy of blogging & Nuffnang!

i love Nuffnang...

...and all of you. thank you for being those little roles in Yeong's life. you don't know how much it means to me.

Suicidal: A Despicable Act?

i think people who commit suicide and succeeding it are pathetic. not to mention those who tried but failed to do so. i'm not mocking them, neither am i interested to hear their sorrows, the rage, the pain because their purpose are similar: to die.


suicidal is a despicable act, such that we did not only lost someone we love, we also lost a precious life. we exist for a reason, and that is to live a fulfilling and happy life. nevertheless, we do come across negativity: miseries, tragedies, obstacles...but every problems come with answers. (well most of it, unless you're talking about nasty math problems)

despite whatever reason, suicidal isn't the way to solve problems. all thanks to you, the problem goes to another person. who knows the problem you thought will be solved after you ending your life might just be passed on and on and on. trust me it'll still haunt you even if you're no longer around. all that guilt and shame, can you really live with it?

or it might be some love/family/money issue you're facing. if it's love, go find your family. if it's family, find your friends. if it's your friends, find your family. if it's money, earn more money and solve the issue. as cliche it might sound, i don't see a reason dying over a person or an unsolvable issue.

people commit suicide because they feel the pain, they felt that it's the end, they're guilt-ridden...blah. however in my honest opinion, people commit suicide because they're just plain lazy. well, think about it, they don't want more stress, they don't want pain, they don't want obstacles happening...they don't want everything!!! (okay maybe the exception for money)

slap your face and wake up. this is life, fuck it, live with it and overcome it. dying just makes you look like an idiot (oh wait, you're dead already does it even matter anyway?)

just live for your last breath, for your friends, your family, for love...even your teddy bear! at the end of the day, you'll know it's worth it.

PS: i have no idea if you know where i'm coming. food for thoughts.

this post is dedicated to kitson, my online friend of nearly 7 years counting - but for the day, throw it out of the window and celebrate, and as the year melts away bid a tearful farewell to old memories and face the new year with warm smiles and happy faces.

My Worst Date(s) Ever

i might not wanna date anyone anymore.

you can never believe the worst dates i have ever went to and they were such torture, i did not even mention the horrific tragedies to my best friends about it. but anyways i took up the courage today (like after 5 years) and i'm going to revealed whatever that had happened to me! i'm dedicating this entries to my great friends, miss sam, mr. tan, miss ave, miss alicia and mr. joe.

i am never picky about my dates; it doesn't matter if they're dwarfish, giants, lardy, bony, dashing, fugly...etc, because i don't think i'm that hot or good looking myself. most dates i went for were coffee sessions, so we'd hang around in coffee joints and chat about daily lives and other conversational subjects that i could barely remember. anyhows, may i now present you the worst dates ever.


worst date #1: we gave the movie a miss because Date #1 bought NC16 movie tickets and i'm under 16. so eventually we ended up going up and down the escalator and strolled around the building in circles (like idiots). we ended our day saying bye and never met up ever again.

worst date #2: Date #2 knew it was my birthday, he gave me a really huge milk bottle with some cheapskate candies in it (it's the thoughts that count). he then took me to some unknown LAN shop in town, taught me how to play some boring game and treated me to instant noodles. i tried appreciating, but it was too "extreme" for me to accept it. we never met again until...

3 years later, we ended up in the same school studying the exact same course. oh my god! (this is not meant to be dramatic and please don't give me the bullcrap telling me it's fated) i said hello once and ignored him the rest of my education years.

i guess having the right date, at the right time is important. good communication, needless to say is one of the most common yet important factors in dating. like i've said it doesn't matter how you look, taking the initiative to dress up is a bonus, looking confident is another. dating does not mean you can't date other guys/ladies. dating is not flirting (unless you want to). i date to seek for great conversations and coffee companions. *wide grin*

that was so 3 years ago, i guess let's just move on and i'm a hopeful hoping the next date i go out with is a date to remember (in a good way of course) !!! now somebody, date me!

Why Act Dumb When You're Smart?

this topic began when i had a casual conversation with this NUS undergrad, X i recently got to know.

i was really curious about life in NUS so i blurted something stupid,"so how's the girls in university? do they have cliques like..the sporty ones, the nerds, edgy type and bimbos...etc." (the moment i completed my sentence i thought the question i just popped sounded really...stupid) X kindly answered anyways, and went, "yup, like those you mentioned, however it's ironic of universities having girls who act all bimbotic."


"maybe they act dumb for the attention, or they might personally think it's somewhat cute" i replied with a laughter. he then told me it is one of the stupidest idea of a undergrad to act all innocent, cute, whatsoever just to grab people's attention. X went on mimicking how this smart woman he knows that acts dumb, which annoys him and his friends to the core.

"you have brains, you have brawns and i just don't see the need to add the extra flavour. sometimes overdoing it is unnecessary." he said.

i interrupted and told him Paris Hilton might be smart after all, in a bimbotic manner, of course. so i gave him this anecdote of Paris Hilton being the new age blonde - the dumb meets dumber-er. i further explain that despite the fact Paris Hilton being all stupid, she earns income with all the publicity stunts and the growing talents she discovered: modeling, music and acting careers which are pretty 'smart' moves.

digression! digression!

i just don't get it. why would smart women act dumb and bimbotic when they already have brawns and brains? is that some kind of strategy? do guys do that too?!

Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures

i was job hunting for a part time job when i saw this advertisement that says "$8/hr", it sounded like a good offer so i decided to check it out only to see horror: buy a date for $8/hr, presentable looking girls aged 17 and above.

even socialites are making more money!


it's shocking to see how desperate guys are. simply crazy, i tell you! if you're dateless and you're desperate for a date, would you buy a date?

Education IS Important

explain Gravity.

you might be thinking, "what has all this got to do with Education?" just read on. you'll get a clearer picture after this.

i know what gravity is. however explaining it technically is difficult. therefore i've decided to cut and paste what i've found about Gravity from wikipedia and share it with all of you.

Gravitation is a natural phenomenon by which all objects with mass attract each other, and is one of the fundamental forces of physics. In everyday life, gravitation is most commonly thought of as the agency that gives objects weight. [SKIP THIS] It is responsible for keeping the Earth and the other planets in their orbits around the Sun; for keeping the Moon in its orbit around the Earth, for the formation of tides; for convection (by which hot fluids rise); for heating the interiors of forming stars and planets to very high temperatures; and for various other phenomena that we observe. [AND THIS] Gravitation is also the reason for the very existence of the Earth, the Sun, and most macroscopic objects in the universe; without it, matter would not have coalesced into these large masses and life, as we know it, would not exist.

Modern physics describes gravitation using the general theory of relativity, but the much simpler Newton's law of universal gravitation provides an excellent approximation in most cases. [THIS TOO]

The terms gravitation and gravity are mostly interchangeable in everyday use, but in scientific usage a distinction may be made. "Gravitation" is a general term describing the attractive influence that all objects with mass exert on each other, while "gravity" specifically refers to a force that is supposed in some theories (such as Newton's) to be the cause of this attraction. By contrast, in general relativity gravitation is due to spacetime curvatures that cause inertially moving objects to accelerate towards each other. [JUST SKIP THIS PASSAGE]

wordy, i know!!! so, i've youtube-d to find out what Gravity is all about. i guess videos do better jobs explaining compared to that chunk of words i pasted. in layman's term,

Gravity is...let this 5 year-old do the explanation.




now do you know why education is important?

American Idol Season 7 Top 5

5 warriors left on a battlefield. who do you think will emerge survivor?

the top 5 with Neil Diamond

tonight on American Idol, the 5 warriors are taking on stage with the songs of Neil Diamond! it's bigger and better; each finalist gets to sing 2 songs of their choice! okay, don't get too hyped up just yet. the real show has yet to begun.

ROUND ONE

Jason Castro gave an acoustic guitar performance of "Forever in Blue Jeans". subtle, but i liked it, however agreeing to what Simon said, it's forgettable.

David Cook brought Neil Diamond goosebumps with his practice performance of "I'm Alive," which many seldom listen to. i'm a totally biased person, because i think David sings well and does music arrangements brilliantly. just take a look at Billie Jean and Always Be My Baby!

Brooke White did "I'm a Believer" and trust me on this, it was way too scary. *pouts*

David Archuleta took off with "Sweet Caroline" and sounded great as usual. it seems like David Archuleta is setting the benchmark for the rest of the contestants.

Syesha Mercado said "Hello Again." "It's nice to meet you." and i was just crapping on that as well. she sung beautifully! it just gets better after every round, now i'm confused.

ROUND TWO

Jason Castro came back with "September Morn," and honestly it sounded sloppy and...oh, wait. it sounded like an American Idol yet another failed audition.

David Cook performed "All I Really Need is You." he cooed me! and guess i really need him, i mean his songs and new album in my iPod!

Brooke White revived with "I Am, I Said" her style, her rendition. it was so so so soooo much better compared to the first. guess what Brooke really needs to do is to find her niche and master stage professionalism.

David Archuleta blasted with "America." (DOH) good performace, smart song choice.

Syehsa Mercado closed the show with "Thank the Lord for the Nighttime." i loved it! i thought she was one of the best vocalist that night but to my surprise Simon said she might be in trouble which made me ponder a bit and i think i apprehended what Simon meant: Popularity a.k.a Votes

i won't be talking about what the judges commented but i wanna point out something cute about Paula Abdul that made me laugh. after Round One, Ryan Seacrest asked for the judges' opinions and Paula started with Jason and mentioning that Jason's lower register was nice and then started talking about his second song, which he hasn't even sung yet. she then said, "i thought you sang twice!" cute lol.

my guess on who's out tomorrow? Brooke White or Jason Castro.