Thursday, September 21, 2006
Zheng Yuan Chang aka Joe ChengHe first appeared in 'The Rose' aka 'Qiang Wei Zhi Lian' about 3-4 years back, acting together along with S.H.E. With a lock of permed and long hair, he rose to fame and was recognised as a 'mei nan xing shuai ge ou xiang'.
With his Gemini personality, Joe tried his hand at hosting which was well-received by the audience. He melted girls' hearts with his captivating acting skills, touched many others with his matured words of consolation, gave hope to all who felt that the world is coming to an end with his laughters and supported those unfortunate ones who needed more attention.
I admire him for the effort which he had put in. The time he spent in trying to bring the most perfect image to his fans. And of course, the maturity and comical side in him. Yes, he is the type of guy I would like to have a relationship with.
Want to know more about him? Read the article below. You will realise how different he is from his appearance.
Up till date, Joe have accumulated for himself leading roles in various Idol Dramas such as 'Ai Qing Mo Jie', 'Zhuang Qiu Xiao Zhi' and not forgetting the ever-popular 'Er Zuo Ju Zhi Wen' whereby he was acting along with Lin Yi Chen Ariel.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
A client told me today that I have a soft character. Do I?
Miss, I don't think you know me well enough.
By character, I feel that I have split personalities. This is eerie. And. Dangerous!
Have you ever heard about a person having 2 personalities? Here's a definition from Wikipedia:
Dissociative identity disorder
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Dissociative identity disorder is a diagnosis described in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, 4th Edition (DSM), Revised, as the existence in an individual of two or more distinct identities or ego-states, each with its own pattern of perceiving and interacting with the environment. To qualify as dissociative identity disorder (multiple personality disorder), at least two personalities must routinely take alternate control of the individual's behavior, and there must be a loss of memory that goes beyond normal forgetfulness. This memory loss is often referred to as "losing time". These symptoms must occur independently of substance abuse or a general medical condition.Nah, my version of split personality is not as bad as described above. For myself, I truly know of my existance and what I am doing. What I meant by me having split personality is that I react and response differently when facing different person and scenarios. Take for example at work and with my boyfriend. At work, I can be a very shrewd and independent player. But when facing my bf, I will somehow or other lose control to think logically or rather, want to depend on him. I guess part of the reason is because of my family background.
I come from a single family with three younger sisters. Since the age of 9, we have been moving from one place to the other, before finally settling down in my present house. That was when I turned 12. So 3 years, I've been running here and there. Do you know how tiring that can be? Nevertheless, I must admit that I was happy back then. Without 'my' father and his tortures, I've been relieved from sufferings. I am fortunate.
Back to the topic, as a friend and as a relative, I act differently too. Even when facing various groups of friends. To my Secondary school friends, I am a very jovial and crazy person. To my Poly friends, I am a very capable and sociable buddy. To others, I am very quiet and hard to get close to. To my family, I am weak but yet strong. So which is the true me?
I believe all... everyone has a few personalities.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
I am a TV addict since young. And as I sit by the television set to watch my fave singers perform, I started to get addicted to performing.
Those who know me well will know that I adore this group of girls who are even younger than me since I was eight. They are known as 'M Girls' and 'Four Little Golden Princess'. Being artists of Wayang Tinggi Entertainment, they started out at an early age of 5-6 to sing. Therefore, I grew up with them over the years. Through familiar tunes that kids will hum, folk songs, Chinese new year, and now, their self-composed ballads. Many may not know them. And if you do, you might be puzzled as to why I am so supportive of them. Just one sentence to explain- I salute and am impressed by their spontaneity, hard work and preserver in the entertainment industry, still holding the torch which carries the flame of passion.
Can you imagine? Since such a tender age of 5 till now, your whole childhood is been given to the mass public. Everything you do is restricted. I doubt if they even know the 'freedom' which they have lost. And although they are now a household name in Malaysia (yes, they are girl groups from M'sia), they are still very humble and am still working very hard to promote their album to Asia.
We should be learning from them. To cherish all that they have had and opportunities that come knocking on their door. Not like celebrities these days, take the stage for granted and misuse it. You ought to go 'fan xing fan xing'.
And because of my adoration, I started to pick up singing. I like to sing. I like to entertain. I must have bored my family with all the performance which I have forced my sisters to learn and rehearse. But these are childhood memories which I will never forget. At least I have imparted laughter to my audience. Be it whether they are laughing at my stupidlity or my talent.
Xiao Xin Qing Fang- By M Girls from their latest album 'Nile River'
Yu Zhong Ji Jing+Rhythm of the Rain, By Si Qian Jing
Years passed and I got on to watching drama serials. Hong Kong serials were very popular then, but I was not much of a fan until when they started to broadcast mystery detective-police casefiles. (I am a reader of romance and mystery novels. But shalln't speak of that now.) However, what got me really addicted was Taiwanese Drama Serials. Guess which show? You've got it- Meteor Garden aka 'Liu Xing Hua Yuan'.
This show is a history in making. Because of this show, many started to watch taiwan idol dramas and eversince then, the market have been expanding and blooming rapidly.
Shows which I will recommend are Meteor Garden, It all Started with a Kiss, Love Contract, Devil Besides you, Mars, The Rose, Tokyo Juliet and many more. I shall introduce each and every idol drama when I have the time. And among the actors are some which I really take my hat off. I can see that they have worked hard for the status they have achieved today.
I pray that I will one day, be as successful as them, regardless of which industry I head towards.
I love this song. It speaks from the bottom of my heart. The moment I heard it, I got attracted to it. This is a song which I want to dedicate to my boyfriend too. Listen to the lyrics.
Friday, September 15, 2006
I have not been reading the papers for a very long time, but an urge niched me to read today. Hence, I flipped through the pages of Today Newspaper which read: "War Heroine Choy dies, aged 96".
For those who have learnt History, or even if you have not but have watched drama related series such as 'The Price of Peace', would have known about this remarkable figure- Elizabeth Choy.
'Ms Choy survived the beatings of her Japanese interrogators...'
'Ms Choy was once a Legislative Councillor- a pioneer woman politician during the infancy of Singapore's political development in the '50s; a founding principal of the School for the Blind in Singapore; and a dedicated social worker campaigning for the betterment of women and children.'
'Ms Choy opened her home to Mr. Tan and his family who lost their home in a huge fire.'
'Ms Choy became a surrogate mother at 23 to six younger siblings.'
Quoted from Today Newspaper.
I salute Ms Choy for her commitment to the society. For being so magnanimous and courageous. For having a forgiving heart. I believe these are what the average public cannot do. In this century, we will not forgive those who have hurt us. We will bear in mind the number of stabs that have made us bleed. We will think of ways to revenge ourselves. Totally disgusting!
Why can't we forgive and forget? The world will be a much more beautiful place this way. My grandfather once told me of this poem, though which I cannot really remember the details anymore. However, it did mention about forgive and forget.
I am trying very hard to master this. Are you? If you are not, give it a try. I believe you can do it. Nothing is impossible. It is just a matter of whether you want to open yourselves up to the rest and face the matter gracefully.
Ms Elizabeth Choy in her younger days.I recently received an email narrating a story written by a guy who had an affair. It teaches the meaning of being married. Read it. You will understand. If not, go fall in love. When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom. This was the scene ten years ago. The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid; I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school. Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes. Dew came into my life. It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her. Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls. Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn't help doing so. I moved Dew's hands aside and said you go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised to do it together with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me. However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment. One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious. When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes. Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more. When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I've got something to tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew. With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer. Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fall asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again. She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal a life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken. She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember. You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning. I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage romantically. I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable. My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don't tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for a bus, I drove to the office. On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face. On the third day, she whispered to me, the outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there. On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vague. On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn't tell Dew about this. I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now. She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head. Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old. I held her tightly and said, both you and I didn't notice that our life lacked intimacy. I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious. She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you. Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the office. When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card.
I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until we are old.
I apologise for the incomplete revision of my blog.
As a PC-user, I have to sadly announce that my web knowledge is limited. If you ask me to design a web
, I'm sorry. It is not within my means. Hence, please bear with me while I go and learn from my friends. The experts who can help create a better NET world.Tuesday, September 12, 2006
I cannot believe that I am typing this now.
Years back, I used to tell people that blogs are a waste of time and a really dumb way to relate your thoughts and opinions. Does it do good to share your private life with others? Do you feel a sense of satisfication from it? Or do you just want fame out of it? How P&C can it be? How 'low' a profile can you keep? How many people will you offend? Yes, these are questions which I've raised some 2 to 3 years back.
You will have to agree with me. A diary is still different from a blog. A blog is a platform for us to share our ideas and to discuss about common issues of parties who have common interest. So how can you define it as an online diary? Diaries are secretive. Things which you only wish to share with your inner-self, making sure that no one else will know what your sub-conscious is thinking. Am I right? Admit it. And for those who disagrees with me, is fame what you are looking for? Are you in need of attention? Many bloggers have shot to fame over the past year. They have been invited for reviews, conferences, campaigns, launches or even TV talk shows. And I must admit that I salute them for being so truthful about themselves. It takes lots of guts as once you mentioned something wrongly or against the mass, you will face the possibility of being outcast.
Of course, I must also comment that not all bloggers are writing for themselves. I have friends who are surprising me with the essays that they posted. For once, I know them better. And I know that they have the substance. Do you know people who blog like that?
So what am I doing now? Do I need attention? Do I want to try a hand at stardom? Or am I just simply bored? My answer: I want to share my life and experiences with you. With the part of you that still have not unlocked yourselves or not have found answers which you have been searching for a very long time. Though I must admit that I will blog about my personal non-discussive issues at times, please bear with me. I have a project on hand. And I am working towards it. Please support me and lend me your 'heart'.
"Time is endless. We must cherish time.
BUT I prefer to choose a lifetime's trust.
Wait for me."
