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Mar. 14th, 2011


Another reflection?

I guess why I love volunteering is coz it keeps me in check. Life as it is, brings with it plenty of unpredictability and as much as I want to call myself an angel, there are days when I do my fair share of gossiping, whining, cursing and the whole truckload of "human stuff"..hehhehe..I am not perfect.

Most of the time, we hear people say what's good and what's wrong and put others down who are in the "bad" group and then make a vow not to follow that same path. But after awhile, I see them doing the same "bad" things or maybe other things that are not so "nice". Some do "harmless gossips" but if it's so harmless, why is it called a gossip?

Batam trip yesterday gave me some Me time as I did quite a bit of thinking. We had gone to our usual orphanage there and we did some cupcake decorating before bringing the older ones for a movie. In Batam, going to the movie is only for the rich and for them, it was an experience of a lifetime! Looking at them laugh and giggle made not only me but the rest of my friends happy too!=) We had to pass the slums and squatters as we made our way to the Megamall and I just thought, maybe one of their dreams is to stay in a house with their parents. As simple as that. Not about having a credit card, not about saving to buy a car, not planning for a trip, not buying new running shoes or new baking tools. But they just want a family and yet, that dream is so difficult to achieve.

These are street children who were abandoned by their parents who are too poor to look after them. I still can't believe that there are such people in this world that can't even afford to raise a child. That means, even the poorest Singaporean is thousand times more blessed than the former group of people. Hmmm, and Wan Ting asked me a qn that made me think even more. "They are holding our hands is it because they like us or they see us as a mother-figure?" Her question stumped me coz I seriously do not not have the answer. *thinks again*

A lot of things in my head, very difficult to put it into words but ya, those were just some of the many thoughts that I had. Oh well, nvm..I will just store the rest in my head for my own thinking sessions again. If I get rich, I want to help them...really..make a new court for them, new classrooms, new bedrooms, even new beds!! In the meantime, I will just be a "normal" volunteer and plan activities for them each time we go over!=)

ok, done! thoughts stored!ehehehe!

Oct. 6th, 2010

me as myself

We don't have to wait for death..

As I have mentioned in my previous entry, I did not know Mrs Lee. I am sad coz I could understand LKY's deep love for her and I feel sad for him instead. Today, as I watched how he hobbled trying to get to the head of the coffin to bend down and gave his last kiss, I just broke down and sobbed. He didn't manage to as it was blocked or something but he managed to place a red rose amidst all the pink carnations and gave his final two kisses to her..and I cried and continued crying for the next 5mins or so. Even as I'm typing this, I am still tearing..it's just soooo sad.

LKY is sooo old and frail now. As mentioned in an entry many many months back, I admire LKY for what he has done for Singapore. I shall not repeat what I had typed previously but no matter what other mean words some people has to say, I think we should really thank LKY for giving us this country in which he has dedicated his life to. I mean, I do not agree with everything that he has done but he is still my idol (apart from Ms. Chia of course!). I am sure some of you have heard me talking bout my admiration for him all these years..he is just that good!

Reflecting on this whole event, I have decided on one thing. To write a letter each to my mum and dad and to thank them for everything that they have done for me. I do not want to wait until I have to write a eulogy, by then it will be too late. I want them to know how I feel and I wanna frame my appreciation in those letters I'm typing.

As I was crying, I could feel LKY's deep and heartfelt love for his wife and I realised how many petty quarrels that I often pick on Hamzah. Quarrels that were unnecessary and often "won" (coz he gives in). I have been childish and yet Hamzah continues being there. With Madam Kwa Geok Choo's passing away, I hope I can be not just a better wife but a better person as well.

Thank You Mrs Lee. I may not have known much about you but you have made a difference. R.I.P.
me as myself

Lee Kuan Yew's Eulogy for his wife

The last farewell to my wife

Ancient peoples developed and ritualised mourning practices to express the shared grief of family and friends, and together show not fear or distaste for death, but respect for the dead one; and to give comfort to the living who will miss the deceased.

I recall the ritual mourning when my maternal grandmother died some 75 years ago.

For five nights the family would gather to sing her praises and wail and mourn at her departure, led by a practised professional mourner.

Such rituals are no longer observed. My family's sorrow is to be expressed in personal tributes to the matriarch of our family.

In October 2003 when she had her first stroke, we had a strong intimation of our mortality.

My wife and I have been together since 1947 for more than three quarters of our lives. My grief at her passing cannot be expressed in words. But today, when recounting our lives together, I would like to celebrate her life.

In our quiet moments, we would revisit our lives and times together. We had been most fortunate. At critical turning points in our lives, fortune favoured us.

As a young man with an interrupted education at Raffles College, and no steady job or profession, her parents did not look upon me as a desirable son-in-law.

But she had faith in me. We had committed ourselves to each other. I decided to leave for England in September 1946 to read law, leaving her to return to Raffles College to try to win one of the two Queen's Scholarships awarded yearly.

We knew that only one Singaporean would be awarded. I had the resources, and sailed for England, and hoped that she would join me after winning the Queen's Scholarship. If she did not win it, she would have to wait for me for three years.

In June the next year, 1947, she did win it. But the British colonial office could not get her a place in Cambridge.

Through Chief Clerk of Fitzwilliam, I discovered that my Censor at Fitzwilliam, W S Thatcher, was a good friend of the Mistress of Girton, Miss Butler.

He gave me a letter of introduction to the Mistress. She received me and I assured her that Choo would most likely take a "First", because she was the better student when we both were at Raffles College.

I had come up late by one term to Cambridge, yet passed my first year qualifying examination with a class 1. She studied Choo's academic record and decided to admit her in October that same year, 1947.

We have kept each other company ever since. We married privately in December 1947 at Stratford-upon-Avon. At Cambridge, we both put in our best efforts.

She took a first in two years in Law Tripos II. I took a double first, and a starred first for the finals, but in three years. We did not disappoint our tutors.

Our Cambridge Firsts gave us a good start in life. Returning to Singapore, we both were taken on as legal assistants in Laycock & Ong, a thriving law firm in Malacca Street.

Then we married officially a second time that September 1950 to please our parents and friends. She practised conveyancing and draftsmanship, I did litigation.


In February 1952, our first son Hsien Loong was born. She took maternity leave for a year.

That February, I was asked by John Laycock, the Senior Partner, to take up the case of the Postal and Telecommunications Uniformed Staff Union, the postmen's union.

They were negotiating with the government for better terms and conditions of service. Negotiations were deadlocked and they decided to go on strike.

It was a battle for public support. I was able to put across the reasonableness of their case through the press and radio. After a fortnight, they won concessions from the government.

Choo, who was at home on maternity leave, pencilled through my draft statements, making them simple and clear.

Over the years, she influenced my writing style. Now I write in short sentences, in the active voice. We gradually influenced each other's ways and habits as we adjusted and accommodated each other.

We knew that we could not stay starry-eyed lovers all our lives; that life was an on-going challenge with new problems to resolve and manage.

We had two more children, Wei Ling in 1955 and Hsien Yang in 1957. She brought them up to be well-behaved, polite, considerate and never to throw their weight as the prime minister's children.

As a lawyer, she earned enough, to free me from worries about the future of our children.

She saw the price I paid for not having mastered Mandarin when I was young. We decided to send all three children to Chinese kindergarten and schools.

She made sure they learned English and Malay well at home. Her nurturing has equipped them for life in a multi-lingual region.

We never argued over the upbringing of our children, nor over financial matters. Our earnings and assets were jointly held. We were each other's confidant. She had simple pleasures. We would walk around the Istana gardens in the evening, and I hit golf balls to relax.

Later, when we had grandchildren, she would take them to feed the fish and the swans in the Istana ponds.

Then we would swim. She was interested in her surroundings, for instance, that many bird varieties were pushed out by mynahs and crows eating up the insects and vegetation.

She discovered the curator of the gardens had cleared wild grasses and swing fogged for mosquitoes, killing off insects they fed on.

She stopped this and the bird varieties returned. She surrounded the swimming pool with free flowering scented flowers and derived great pleasure smelling them as she swam.

She knew each flower by its popular and botanical names. She had an enormous capacity for words.

She had majored in English literature at Raffles College and was a voracious reader, from Jane Austen to JRR Tolkien, from Thucydides' "The Peloponnesian Wars" to Virgil's "Aeneid", to "The Oxford Companion to Food, and Seafood of Southeast Asia", to "Roadside Trees of Malaya", and Birds of Singapore".


She helped me draft the Constitution of the PAP. For the inaugural meeting at Victoria Memorial Hall on 4 November 1954, she gathered the wives of the founder members to sew rosettes for those who were going on stage.

In my first election for Tanjong Pagar, our home in Oxley Road, became the HQ to assign cars provided by my supporters to ferry voters to the polling booth.

She warned me that I could not trust my new found associates, the left-wing trade unionists led by Lim Chin Siong.

She was furious that he never sent their high school student helpers to canvass for me in Tanjong Pagar, yet demanded the use of cars provided by my supporters to ferry my Tanjong Pagar voters.

She had an uncanny ability to read the character of a person. She would sometimes warn me to be careful of certain persons; often, she turned out to be right.

When we were about to join Malaysia, she told me that we would not succeed because the UMNO Malay leaders had such different lifestyles and because their politics were communally-based, on race and religion.

I replied that we had to make it work as there was no better choice. But she was right. We were asked to leave Malaysia before two years.

When separation was imminent, Eddie Barker, as Law Minister, drew up the draft legislation for the separation.

But he did not include an undertaking by the Federation Government to guarantee the observance of the two water agreements between the PUB and the Johor state government.

I asked Choo to include this. She drafted the undertaking as part of the constitutional amendment of the Federation of Malaysia Constitution itself. She was precise and meticulous in her choice of words.

The amendment statute was annexed to the Separation Agreement, which we then registered with the United Nations.

The then Commonwealth Secretary Arthur Bottomley said that if other federations were to separate, he hoped they would do it as professionally as Singapore and Malaysia.

It was a compliment to Eddie's and Choo's professional skills. Each time Malaysian Malay leaders threatened to cut off our water supply, I was reassured that this clear and solemn international undertaking by the Malaysian government in its Constitution will get us a ruling by the UNSC (United Nations Security Council).


After her first stroke, she lost her left field of vision. This slowed down her reading. She learned to cope, reading with the help of a ruler. She swam every evening and kept fit. She continued to travel with me, and stayed active despite the stroke.

She stayed in touch with her family and old friends. She listened to her collection of CDs, mostly classical, plus some golden oldies. She jocularly divided her life into "before stroke" and "after stroke", like BC and AD.

She was friendly and considerate to all associated with her. She would banter with her WSOs (woman security officers) and correct their English grammar and pronunciation in a friendly and cheerful way.

Her former WSOs visited her when she was at NNI. I thank them all.

Her second stroke on 12 May 2008 was more disabling. I encouraged and cheered her on, helped by a magnificent team of doctors, surgeons, therapists and nurses.

Her nurses, WSOs and maids all grew fond of her because she was warm and considerate. When she coughed, she would take her small pillow to cover her mouth because she worried for them and did not want to infect them.

Her mind remained clear but her voice became weaker. When I kissed her on her cheek, she told me not to come too close to her in case I caught her pneumonia.

I assured her that the doctors did not think that was likely because I was active. When given some peaches in hospital, she asked the maid to take one home for my lunch. I was at the centre of her life.

On June 24, 2008, a CT scan revealed another bleed again on the right side of her brain. There was not much more that medicine or surgery could do except to keep her comfortable.

I brought her home on July 3, 2008. The doctors expected her to last a few weeks. She lived till October 2, 2 years and 3 months.

She remained lucid. They gave time for me and my children to come to terms with the inevitable.

In the final few months, her faculties declined. She could not speak but her cognition remained. She looked forward to have me talk to her every evening.

Her last wish she shared with me was to enjoin our children to have our ashes placed together, as we were in life.

The last two years of her life were the most difficult. She was bed-ridden after small successive strokes; she could not speak but she was still cognisant.

Every night she would wait for me to sit by her to tell her of my day's activities and to read her favourite poems.

Then she would sleep.

I have precious memories of our 63 years together. Without her, I would be a different man, with a different life. She devoted herself to me and our children. She was always there when I needed her. She has lived a life full of warmth and meaning.

I should find solace at her 89 years of her life well lived. But at this moment of the final parting, my heart is heavy with sadness.



PM's Eulogy for Mrs Lee Kuan Yew

Eulogy for Mama

Mama has always been part of our lives. Papa was busy with political work, so she did most of the bringing up of the children - me, Ling and Yang.

She nurtured us, taught us, disciplined us, took care of us, and fussed over us. She would be home for lunch every day when we came home from school, spending some time with us before going back to work in the afternoon.

Loving but strict, she enforced clear rules, encouraged us to do well, and took pride in our successes.

She kept the first school prize that I ever won, for doing well in kindergarten - a pencil sharpener in the shape of tiny trophy, in the display cabinet at home. It is still there today.

Mama did not believe in spoiling her children. When we were small, she would walk with us down Oxley Road to a little stationery and book shop along Orchard Road, now long gone.

I think it was called Naina Mohamad and Sons. I was interested in trains, and remember in particular one book all about trains displayed in the shop.

It was a hardcover book, old and slightly shop-worn, really meant for adults rather than children. I found the book fascinating, but I was not to get it easily.

Each time we visited the shop, I would look at it and reluctantly put it back. Only after many visits did she finally agree to buy the book, which I kept and treasured for years.

Not surprisingly, Mama did not shower us with expensive toys, and rather disapproved when the grandparents sometimes did.

But she would visit the textile shops that used to be in High Street, and bring us home the long cardboard tubes which were at the centre of the rolls of fabric, and had been discarded after all the fabric had been sold. They cost nothing, but were great fun used as telescopes, for sword fights, and endless children's games.

When I had my own children, my wife and I did the same.

When we were a little older, Mama got us to join the National Library, the old building at Stamford Road. Every fortnight she would take the three of us to the children's section of the library, to borrow another armful of books each, until we were old enough to go on our own.

Sometimes when we found the books had been defaced, she would try to erase the graffiti, or if she could not would make a point of reporting it to the librarian when we returned the books.

By the time we graduated to the adults' section, we must have read hundreds of books, and had picked up a lifelong love for books and reading.

We would visit our maternal grandparents at Pasir Panjang regularly. Their house was on the seafront, and at high tide the water would come right in to the seawall.

We would swim in the sea, and Mama would sit on the steps watching over us.

Once when I had almost learnt to swim but not quite, I got into difficulty using goggles and a snorkel, and nearly drowned. Mama had to plunge in fully dressed to rescue me. She was not amused.

When the boys went away to university, she fussed over us at long distance. She was a skilful knitter, and knitted us sweaters to stay warm, one after another.

I still have one of them, a favourite rust-coloured one, patched many times at the elbows but still warm.

We stayed in close touch during my years abroad. Once a week I would sit down to write a long letter home, and Mama and Papa would each write me a long letter too.

In those days, Cambridge was very far away from home. Email and Skype did not yet exist. International phone calls were expensive and hard to make.

The weekly letter was eagerly awaited for news of home, and for news of the son fending for himself in a foreign land. I would read and reread the letters from home, then file them away carefully.

Nowadays the casual convenience of instant, free internet access has made letter writing an endangered art, but I am not sure if it has improved the quality of human communication.

When Hsien Yang and I got married, she embraced her daughters-in-law as her own children. When grandchildren arrived, she helped to look after them, especially my two elder children - Xiuqi and Yipeng - after their mother Ming Yang died.

She and the Popo supervised the maids, took the very little ones for walks every evening, and more than made up for what I could not do as a single father.

The years passed. Even in old age, Mama kept a motherly eye on her children. She would follow my public appearances on TV and in the press, and comment on my dress or demeanour.

After one particularly long evening function which both my parents and I attended, she reproached me: "You were bored stiff, and looked it".

When I fell ill with lymphoma, she worried about my children again, and also about me, fretting over whether I was eating enough nutritious food to stay strong and fight the cancer.

On Sundays the family would gather for lunch at Oxley Road. For a time it was with all the grandchildren, who would make a fine hullabaloo.

But as the kids grew up and went off to national service, or went away to study, often it would be back to just Papa, Mama and the three children and our wives, plus Shaowu, the youngest grandchild.

One Sunday in May two years ago, we had the usual family lunch. I had spent the morning on a constituency visit to Tampines, and told her they were debating whether to allow bicycles on pedestrian footpaths.

She reminded me that when I was in Cambridge and was mostly a pedestrian, I had written home to complain about the bicycles being a menace, because they crept up quietly on one from behind, giving no warning except for sinister whirring noises. I had completely forgotten, but she was right.

She said: "The older I get, the longer ago the things I remember".

But she tracked current events too, and knew what the hot topics of the day were.

The next day I was in my office when my security officer told me that Mama had fallen down at home, and Wei Ling was rushing her to NNI.

She had had her second stroke. The last two and a half years have been difficult on her and on the family. Now she is at peace.

Over these last few days, I and my family have been deeply touched by the outpouring of condolences and fond recollections from people of all walks of life.

She touched the lives of all those who met her, and many more who knew of her only through television images, media reports, or word of mouth. They sensed what a special person she was, and how much she had quietly contributed to Singapore.

Thousands turned up at Sri Temasek to pay their respects. Some bowed or stood in silent prayer, while others crossed themselves or did a namaste.

Still others fingered rosaries, and one lady spun a prayer wheel. Many were visibly moved.

Mama's children and our spouses stood beside her to acknowledge and thank them all, just as Mama had stood beside us so many times before.

All of our lives, Mama has been there for us. We have rejoiced together, grieved together, and shared critical moments together.

Now we will all have to learn to live without her. But she lives on in her children and grandchildren, in our cherished memories of her, and in the persons she has nurtured us into.


Oct. 4th, 2010


R.I.P. Mrs Lee Kuan Yew

Ok, ok I know I should stop it already but it's just so sad la. Imagine a couple soooo close and have spent almost their entire life together only to have one of them going like this..isn't it sadd???? sigh..Love this article from Fit to Post:


Wife’s illness harder than stress faced during years in politics: MM Lee

By Ion Danker – September 12th, 2010


Minister Mentor (MM) Lee Kuan Yew says the stress of his wife’s illness is harder on him than the stress he faced during his years in politics.

MM Lee spoke of his wife, Kwa Geok Choo, 89, in an interview on the New York Times’ Saturday Profile.

The couple met each other when they were law students in London and have been together for 61 years.

He shared that his most difficult moment is at the end of each day as he sits by the bedside of his wife who has been unable to move or speak for more than two years.

“She understands when I talk to her, which I do every night,” he said. “She keeps awake for me; I tell her about my day’s work, read her favourite poems.”

“I told her, ‘I would try and keep you company for as long as I can,” before adding, “I’m not sure who’s going first, whether she or me.”

MM Lee added that while he tries to keep busy, from time to time in idle moments, his mind goes back to when they were up and about together. To calm himself, he meditates for 20 minutes at night.

“The problem is to keep the monkey mind from running off into all kinds of thoughts,” he said. “A certain tranquility settles over you. The day’s pressures and worries are pushed out. Then there’s less problem sleeping.”

The New York Times report also noted how younger people worry him with their demands for more political openness and a free exchange of ideas, secure in their well-being in modern Singapore.

“They have come to believe that this is a natural state of affairs, and they can take liberties with it,” he said. “They think you can put it on auto-pilot. I know that is never so.”

The kind of open political combat they demand would inevitably open the door to race-based politics, he said, and “our society will be ripped apart.”

Singapore’s eldest statesman also reflected on his political career and said he wasn’t perfect.

“I’m not saying that everything I did was right but everything I did was for an honourable purpose,” he said. “I had to do some nasty things, locking fellows up without trial.”

Oct. 2nd, 2010

me as myself

What's going to happen next?!!

Just saw the news covering Mrs. Lee's death. I don't know much about her but it kinda made me sad.

A few days ago I was just reading on LKY's admission to the hospital due to a chest infection. He was sharing how he can actually feel the difference in his body year after year as he grows older.

He also mentioned about how his wife has not been talking and moving for the past two years and how every night he would sit by her side and share with her his feelings, his daily activities.

He will also tell her that "I will look after you for as long as I can" but he doesn't know who will go first. He also said he missed those days when they were up and about together.  I am truly touched by this particular paragraph because we hardly see this side of LKY so when he shares about it, it's quite emotional that I teared..*sigh

""I tell her about my day's work, read her favorite poems," Lee said in the interview. "I try to busy myself, but from time to time in idle moments, my mind goes back to the happy days we were up and about together."

He is so close to his wife that he might just go too... soon. I fear for the future coz Singapore was build up by LKY himself..I fear that Singapore won't be so stable anymore..I fear that Singapore won't be e same anymore..I fear his loss..:(

Somehow, LKY reminds me of Ms Chia and vice versa. And she is unwell too...:( sigh..i hate unpredictable stuffs..and right now, my mind's a mess...

I pray for LKY's peace of mind especially after the passing of his wife. I pray that God give him strength to carry him through this challenging time and I pray for his speedy recovery after his surgery. I pray also for Ms. Chia' good health and may she be blessed for all the good things that she has been doing for our special students. I pray that many more will have the opportunity to be touched by her sincerity in helping our students and their families. Dear God, do bless these two special people and urm, I won't come late for school again. Amiin!:))

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Sep. 7th, 2010


I deserve some roses too?

This note is so cheerful..
Furthermore it was from someone who has a name thatpsychotoo gave YK when she was preggy with him..short for zygote??hahaha!
And I have a new student with that name too?hur hur hur...^_^


Hoody oh Hoody!

Oh yes, she's not gone...yet!
I think I overdid it..

Had NAPFA on Wednesday,
Ran 4km on Thursday,
Friendly on Saturday &
Training on Sunday..

No wonder Hoody succumbed to all that;
Became soo tight before finally swelling up..
I can't even do a proper squat now! =/
I had to hold on to something to get up and I feel as though the outside (medial or lateral??) meniscus
of the right knee is gonna get twisted too..

Was so worried, had to sms MW to whine and complain..
But she assured me that it was "normal" in Hoody n May kinda way..
so..yea, kinda feelin better bout it..

Am contemplating whether or not to go for a swim tmr since I can't jog..
Hmmm...oh well, just emailed my surgeon..hope he has the time to reply!

Hoody kinda look like the left knee, only diff is that Hoody's on the right..
I wanna be normal again, please?

Aug. 27th, 2010



I read this on Yahoo! News..heheheh...

If you could change one part of your body, which would it be?

Ask that question of any group of 20-something women and you can be pretty sure bums, thighs, chests and noses will be high on the list.

For most women, one or more of these troublesome body bits will be too big, too small, too flabby, too protruding or not protruding enough. And let's face it, there are plenty more where they came from.

But research suggests that maybe we should be a little more forgiving of our faults and imperfections. Studies show that many of the things we hate the most about our bodies are actually signs of good health, or have a protective effect that may help to keep us healthy in future. And that's truer for women than it is for men.

So read on and we'll tell you why you should love - or at least hate a little less - everything from chunky thighs to unsightly moles.

Big bums

If you have trouble squeezing into skinny jeans, you can at least console yourself with the fact that your big bum could help you live to a ripe old age.

Research released earlier this year by Oxford University found that the slow burning fat in hips and bums makes more of the hormone adiponectin than faster burning fat in other parts of the body. Adiponectin protects the arteries and promotes better blood sugar control and fat burning.

The researchers even said that, in future, ways might be found to redistribute more body fat to the hips and bum where it can benefit health. So there you have it. Celebrate your generous behind. It's only a matter of time before everyone will want one.

Flat chests

If you spend half the day envying your voluptuous colleagues and their ability to entrance men at 50 yards with just a flash of cleavage, rest assured that your small boobs are a health boon.

Researchers have consistently found an association between big boobs and back pain. In fact, the American Society of Plastic Surgeons found that half of the women in their study with breasts of DD size or above suffered almost constant back, shoulder or neck pain.

Even more seriously, some experts have suggested that very large breasts can make finding small tumours trickier.

Big heads

If you avoid trying on hats and worry that your head is out of proportion to your body, don't despair. Because firstly, you're probably the only one who notices. And secondly, large heads can help to protect against the worst ravages of brain degeneration later in life.

Quite simply, research published in the journal Neurology last month found that Alzheimer's sufferers with bigger heads had better memory and thinking skills than those with smaller heads.

The researchers speculate that a larger head might not only be an advantage for those suffering from disease. Larger heads might mean more brain cells in reserve - cells that can be called upon to alleviate the normal cognitive decline of ageing.

Big noses

The nose is one passageway into your body that is open and unguarded 24 hours a day. An ideal entrance, then, for all sorts of bodily baddies.

But surprisingly, the bigger the conk, the fewer the infections. Scientists at the University of Iowa found that larger noses inhale almost 7% fewer pollutants. They also deflect germs away from the mouth and could ease the effects of hay fever.

"A big nose might lower the risk of being infected," said researcher Dr Renee Anthony. "It may work for pollen, too."

Lots of moles

Beauty spots they may be, but many people with prominent moles consider them unsightly. And even worse, people with lots of moles are at greater risk of developing skin cancer.

But if you practice sensible sun health, having a high number of moles could be a very good sign indeed. It could mean that you are biologically six or seven years younger than your actual age.

A study by researchers at King's College in London found that people with more than 100 moles tended to have longer telomeres than people who had fewer than 25.

Telomeres are the bits of our DNA that tend to get shorter as we age. What that means is that moley people may retain youthful looks and delay the onset of the diseases of ageing by more than half a decade.

Big thighs

Like big bums and hips, large thighs are an unlikely health bonus. According to a Danish study of more than 3,000 people, large thighs lower your risk of heart disease.

Nobody is quite sure why, but it seems that small thighs might not have the muscle mass to deal with insulin properly, increasing the risk of type 2 diabetes and eventually heart disease.

The study found that those with a thigh circumference of 55cm or less had twice the risk of early death or serious health problems over a 12-year period than those with a circumference of 60cm or more.

So next time you're staring disconsolately in the mirror, remember that the bits you hate could be doing you the world of good!

So ladies, not all bad things are bad! hahahahaha!! They should have included beautiful women with HUGE body parts as evidences right! heheheheh! ^_^

Feb. 11th, 2010

me as myself


Found this on a floorball website, for 2006..
Gosh..how come I didn't see this till now?!!
ME??? One of the key players??
muahahahhha....ok,tell me this on 1st April..

This was soooo long ago man!!

MILLENNIA SKOOLS FLOORBALL YOUTH Millennia Skools Floorball Youth had a good 2005 season, qualifying for the play-offs.  With some experienced players moving from MS OSB Owls and an injection of new players, MS Floorball Youth should be able to qualify again for the play-offs but could be hampered by a tough start to the season's fixtures, which could shatter their confidence.
KEY PLAYERS:  Safinah Abdul Kader, Nanthini Amathalingam, Nurhuda Mohd Nor, Marilyn Goh, Louise Neo
 MILLENNIA SKOOLS OSB OWLS Millennia Skools OSB Owls finished the year as Western Conference champions and runners-up in both the SFL2005 and Pesta Sukan.  In the Pesta Sukan , Owls demolished NUS Titans 13-2 and NUS Jupitans 11-0.  They are hot favourites for the Western Conference title but are still way behind Moosettesz as seen in 1-10 defeat in Pesta Sukan Final.
KEY PLAYERS:  Noretta Jacob, Emily Koh, Siti Melissa Hamid, Angela Model, Debbie Poh, Serena Tiong, Wileen Ong, Ong Hui Hui, Nur Hazwani


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