<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830313016506725684</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2009 02:04:41 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Pieces From The Heart</title><description>What are the pieces from your heart? Are they memories? Photographs? Songs? Movies? Poems? Or people who left an impression on you?</description><link>http://pieces-from-the-heart.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>songsfromtheheart@gmail.com (kensongs)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830313016506725684.post-2554336002675064440</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2008 14:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-21T22:33:14.361+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Jay Chow</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>movie</category><title>Kung Fu Dunk</title><description>Jay Chou plays Fang Shi-Jie, a martial art prodigy who is transformed into a basketball hero. Found abandoned near a basketball court when he was a baby, Shi-Jie was brought up in kung fu school and taught martial arts by his instructors. Having a secret interest in basketball, Shi-Jie discovered that he has the incredible talent of being perfectly accurate in his shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_repDeL7_AqU/R7w4ReWxfyI/AAAAAAAAAj0/YGLEvDIom4A/s1600-h/kungfu+dunk+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169068345172000546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_repDeL7_AqU/R7w4ReWxfyI/AAAAAAAAAj0/YGLEvDIom4A/s320/kungfu+dunk+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day he was spotted by a businessman Wang-Li who decided to exploit his special talent by signing him up for the First University basketball team with the excuse of searching for his long-lost parents as publicity. After joining the team, Shi-Jie became famous overnight as the media reported on his extraordinary shooting accuracy. Shi-Jie also has a crush on Li-Li, the sister of Ting-Wei, First University basketball team's captain but Li-Li admires another star player Xiao-Lan instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the team progresses further in the competition, Shi-Jie and Xiao-Lan manage to put aside their differences and work together to help the team win game after game, under the impressive leadership of Ting-Wei. Shi-Jie also learnt to assimilate his kung fu skills into his basketball techniques and soon became a slam dunk hero in addition to his sharp shooter reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_repDeL7_AqU/R7w4QOWxfxI/AAAAAAAAAjs/Gacsh9CjPNM/s1600-h/kungfu+dunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169068323697164050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_repDeL7_AqU/R7w4QOWxfxI/AAAAAAAAAjs/Gacsh9CjPNM/s320/kungfu+dunk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The championship culminates into the final match when the First University team meets an unscrupulous rival team, led by Lee Tien, which resorts to using underhand tactics such as bribing the referee and physically injuring their opponents. With both key players Ting-Wei and Xiao-Lan seriously injured and First University team falling far behind in terms of points, Wang-Li managed to persuade four grand masters from Shi-Jie's kung fu school to assist the team. The grand masters used their magical powers to heal the injuries of Ting-Wei and Xiao-Lan and allowed the First University team to make a miraculous comeback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the final seconds of the match, when the First University team was lagging behind the rival team by just one point, Shi-Jie attempts a beautiful three point shot that appears to be going into the rim until the referee tips it out illegally. The organiser then declared that the referee has broken the rules and will be suspended but the First University team still lost the match in the end. As the rival players celebrate their undeserved victory, the movie zooms in on the disillusioned faces of Shi-Jie, Ting-Wei and Xiao-Lan which were filled with injustice and disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU ARE CONTEMPLATING TO WATCH THE MOVIE, PLEASE STOP READING HERE. THE REST OF THE POST CONTAINS SPOILERS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story takes on an astonishing twist when Shi-Jie suddenly remembered an ancient skill that his late master in kung fu school taught him when he was a child. This skill named Heaven And Earth Great Reversal is believed to be able to freeze time and reverse it. He proceeded to execute the special skill and succeeded in reversing the time back to the final seconds of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given a second chance, Shi-Jie fakes a three point shot but makes a long pass instead. His brilliant move was well-anticipated by Ting-Wei who outjumps Lee Tien and slam-dunks the ball into the rim to give First University its much awaited victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie would have been perfect if it had ended here. Unfortunately the rest of the movie meanders around a series of redundant subplots from Shi-Jie mistaking Xiao-Lan's parents for his own to Shi-Jie finally finding his long lost father who is a millionaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I must admit that I was still quite impressed with the spectacular computer generated effects, the unexpected twist near the end and the inspirational message that it is not the talents and skills of individual players that count but teamwork that is most important in the game of basketball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830313016506725684-2554336002675064440?l=pieces-from-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pieces-from-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/02/kung-fu-dunk.html</link><author>songsfromtheheart@gmail.com (kensongs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_repDeL7_AqU/R7w4ReWxfyI/AAAAAAAAAj0/YGLEvDIom4A/s72-c/kungfu+dunk+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830313016506725684.post-4977489329835527954</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Dec 2007 11:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-24T08:55:55.717+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>mental illness</category><title>The Social Stigma Of Mental Illness</title><description>A schizophrenic man who was earlier talking to himself at a coffee shop, suddenly started shouting and scolding the people around him. One thought invariably comes into the minds of bystanders, "Why isn't this person institutionalised in a mental hospital?" Even as a healthcare provider, I have to shamefully admit that I sometimes feel the same way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental illness is so different from medical illness. While people with medical illness like diabetes, heart disease and cancer receive empathy and compassion from others, people with mental illness, on the other hand, are sadly ostracized by society. While people with medical illness tend to recover and resume their daily activities, people with mental illness are mostly unable to return their original level of functioning and often go into acute relapses when they do not take their medication. Even when they are stabilised, they may not behave like normal people. They may exhibit residual symptoms of their illness, as what the layman describes as, behaving in a weird manner. They often talk and gesticulate to themselves, oblivious to what people around them think of them. This is because their perception of reality has been impaired by their illness and they become less aware of their surroundings. Living in a society with emphasis on normality, their unusual behaviour is often ridiculed and criticised by passers-by, causing them to be socially withdrawn over time. Their family and caregivers also face tremendous stress as they are more likely to be embarrassed in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, people with mental illness do require more empathy and compassion from the public yet they are sadly treated otherwise. Although the government has been actively educating the public on mental illness, our perspective of people with mental illness still remained unchanged. Even as healthcare providers who are equipped with the knowledge and experience of treating people with mental illness, the majority of us are still very reluctant to acquiant and associate with them outside the hospital. Maybe it's time we approach them with an understanding that it is not their choice to be inflicted with mental illness and that they should be given an equal chance to live like the rest of us. Maybe if we take the first step and show the public that it is possible, they will have a higher chance of recovery and a brighter tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830313016506725684-4977489329835527954?l=pieces-from-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pieces-from-the-heart.blogspot.com/2007/12/social-stigma-of-mental-illness.html</link><author>songsfromtheheart@gmail.com (kensongs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830313016506725684.post-4170654063653851289</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Sep 2007 10:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-09T18:13:01.840+08:00</atom:updated><title>The Gift</title><description>&lt;em&gt;When you hold her hand&lt;br /&gt;Feel the sorrow and the pain&lt;br /&gt;When she feels that life has no more meaning&lt;br /&gt;You give her hope again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you hear him cry&lt;br /&gt;See the sadness in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else can make him so disheartened&lt;br /&gt;But you give him comfort&lt;br /&gt;And the courage to live his dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give everyone&lt;br /&gt;Who’s feeling down &lt;br /&gt;A chance to be loved&lt;br /&gt;You were there when he was crying&lt;br /&gt;Hold her hand when she was cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give everyone&lt;br /&gt;Who’s giving up&lt;br /&gt;A reason to live&lt;br /&gt;Even though the world is changing&lt;br /&gt;But your love will never fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday he will learn to fly&lt;br /&gt;You are the wind beneath his wings&lt;br /&gt;Someday she will find her heaven &lt;br /&gt;Where all her dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give everyone&lt;br /&gt;Who’s feeling down &lt;br /&gt;A chance to be loved&lt;br /&gt;You were there when he was crying&lt;br /&gt;Hold her hand when she was cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give everyone&lt;br /&gt;Who’s giving up&lt;br /&gt;A reason to live&lt;br /&gt;Even though the world is changing&lt;br /&gt;But your love will never fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the world is changing&lt;br /&gt;But your love will never fade away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I composed this song recently to commemorate a special occasion. I dedicate it to everyone whose work involves interacting with people. May you continue to touch the hearts of the people you meet and make a significant difference to their lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830313016506725684-4170654063653851289?l=pieces-from-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pieces-from-the-heart.blogspot.com/2007/09/gift.html</link><author>songsfromtheheart@gmail.com (kensongs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830313016506725684.post-6222632895423280089</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2007 14:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-09T18:00:52.639+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>music</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>corrinne may</category><title>Corrinne May</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_repDeL7_AqU/RuPERO0fxwI/AAAAAAAAAK4/nhdWP9Dxf5k/s1600-h/untitled47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_repDeL7_AqU/RuPERO0fxwI/AAAAAAAAAK4/nhdWP9Dxf5k/s320/untitled47.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108142202683377410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I listen to her songs, I can't help feeling that Corrinne May is God's gift to the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed with an excellent voice and a wonderful talent for songwriting and composing, her songs are always filled with love, peace and joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautifully written lyrics convey the message of hope, optimism and compassion that each of us is special and can make a significant difference to the people around us if we try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first listened to her song, &lt;em&gt;Same Side Of The Moon&lt;/em&gt;, I was mesmerised by her flawless voice that is so soothing to the heart and soul. &lt;em&gt;"I know I can't be so far from you, if we're both looking on the same side of the moon."&lt;/em&gt; Indeed even though we are living in different parts of the world, we share the same spiritual and emotional needs for love and companionship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her song, &lt;em&gt;Angel In Disguise&lt;/em&gt;, Corrinne tells the story of ordinary people like you and me and how our little acts of love can touch the hearts of others around us. &lt;em&gt;"Take a look at the ordinary, don't need to look for paradise. You could be next to an angel in disguise."&lt;/em&gt; Living in a world where people focus on materialism and tangibility, this song serves as a timely reminder for us to cherish our loved ones and to constantly shower them with care and concern. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her new song, &lt;em&gt;Five Loaves And Three Fishes&lt;/em&gt;, Corrinne shares with us a biblical story about a little boy who gave his small portion of lunch to Jesus with the faith that He can use it to feed thousands of people. &lt;em&gt;"Take my five loaves and two fishes, do with it as you will, I surrender. Take my fears and my inhibitions, all my burdens, my ambitions, you can use it all, to feed them all." &lt;/em&gt; It tells us that no matter how small our offering may be in the eyes of man, it is recognised and appreciated by our Heavenly Father and we will be rewarded accordingly. It also reinforces the notion that our little gifts of love may appear insignificant on the surface but cumulatively they have the powerful ability to change the lives of others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed every song by Corrinne May teaches a priceless lesson that inspires me to self-reflect every time after listening. In our endless search for identity and meaning, we often get disheartened by uncertainty and disillusioned by failure. But Corrinne encourages us to be patient and to persevere in our faith even when the world thinks otherwise. Someday the long wait will be over and we will find it all worthwhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are nursing a broken heart, fighting a troubled mind or living a shattered life, head down to the major music stores and purchase Corrinne May's albums today. Her beautiful songs, delivered by her crystal-clear voice and her most sincere sentiments, is the perfect therapeutic remedy for heartache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830313016506725684-6222632895423280089?l=pieces-from-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pieces-from-the-heart.blogspot.com/2007/09/corrinne-may.html</link><author>songsfromtheheart@gmail.com (kensongs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_repDeL7_AqU/RuPERO0fxwI/AAAAAAAAAK4/nhdWP9Dxf5k/s72-c/untitled47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830313016506725684.post-7222123286092022885</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Aug 2007 15:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-06T23:16:52.578+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>poem</category><title>Shenton Way</title><description>&lt;em&gt;kensongs 7/10/2001&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights were beautiful &lt;br /&gt;Like scintillating stars &lt;br /&gt;Descended from heaven &lt;br /&gt;Onto Christmas trees &lt;br /&gt;It must be God’s work &lt;br /&gt;To transform Shenton Way &lt;br /&gt;Into a paradise&lt;br /&gt;What a masterpiece &lt;br /&gt;Its painter, our Creator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a pity, &lt;br /&gt;You weren’t here with me &lt;br /&gt;You would otherwise marvel &lt;br /&gt;At this enchanting scenery &lt;br /&gt;Or would you? &lt;br /&gt;You were here every morning &lt;br /&gt;And stayed till evening &lt;br /&gt;The monotony of the workplace&lt;br /&gt;Has long replaced &lt;br /&gt;Its uniqueness in your heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw your weary eyes&lt;br /&gt;The numbers you had to analyze &lt;br /&gt;I could feel the stress you did &lt;br /&gt;But I know it’s all worthwhile inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world’s just the way it is &lt;br /&gt;It never stops turning &lt;br /&gt;For those who are lost &lt;br /&gt;You can either choose &lt;br /&gt;To spend the evening&lt;br /&gt;Staring at numbers &lt;br /&gt;Searching for trends &lt;br /&gt;Or stroll down Singapore River &lt;br /&gt;Appreciating its beauty &lt;br /&gt;But do u have a choice &lt;br /&gt;Like I do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I’ll be like you&lt;br /&gt;Stepping out of the freedom &lt;br /&gt;Which I’ve embraced for years&lt;br /&gt;Into a new world &lt;br /&gt;Of deadlines and expectations &lt;br /&gt;Where only the fittest survive &lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I’ll die &lt;br /&gt;From a dagger stabbed into the back &lt;br /&gt;Or will I simply perish &lt;br /&gt;From the face of this world &lt;br /&gt;Onto the one above &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s not that bad &lt;br /&gt;The corporate world &lt;br /&gt;That gives every professional &lt;br /&gt;A reputation to be proud of &lt;br /&gt;Then you wouldn’t ask me anymore &lt;br /&gt;“U mean u haven’t graduated yet?”&lt;br /&gt;But the price to pay &lt;br /&gt;For this small moment of glory &lt;br /&gt;Is too enormous to be true &lt;br /&gt;Definitely not worthwhile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do I have a choice? &lt;br /&gt;No, I’m just like you &lt;br /&gt;We’re born the way we are &lt;br /&gt;Without silver spoons in our mouths &lt;br /&gt;Just be glad &lt;br /&gt;That we’ve got something to do&lt;br /&gt;And do it well &lt;br /&gt;Cause life could have been worse &lt;br /&gt;We should cherish all we have &lt;br /&gt;Before they are lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you &lt;br /&gt;Even though we’re never together&lt;br /&gt;Shenton Way will forever be &lt;br /&gt;A place of remembrance &lt;br /&gt;In my heart &lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830313016506725684-7222123286092022885?l=pieces-from-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pieces-from-the-heart.blogspot.com/2007/08/shenton-way.html</link><author>songsfromtheheart@gmail.com (kensongs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830313016506725684.post-3707671657558806550</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Aug 2007 14:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-06T23:17:09.231+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>poem</category><title>Coffee Bean</title><description>&lt;em&gt;kensongs 03/11/2003&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came here alone &lt;br /&gt;On a Monday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Seeping on his favorite Ice Mocha &lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing on old memories &lt;br /&gt;He would rather have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Yet replaying in his mind right now&lt;br /&gt;He can never forget the ambience &lt;br /&gt;Mixed with fragrance of coffee &lt;br /&gt;Created the romantic experiences &lt;br /&gt;He had with the people he loved &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t plan to come alone &lt;br /&gt;He had arranged to meet her &lt;br /&gt;But she had to disappoint him &lt;br /&gt;By changing her mind in the last minute &lt;br /&gt;He was hurt by her rejection&lt;br /&gt;Did she mean so much to him? &lt;br /&gt;Or was it just bruised ego?&lt;br /&gt;Seemed like as he grew older &lt;br /&gt;He became more afraid of failure &lt;br /&gt;More afraid of losing people he love&lt;br /&gt;And everything he has now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_repDeL7_AqU/RshfRjJPvsI/AAAAAAAAAEY/fUYv1AFlCi8/s1600-h/untitled11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_repDeL7_AqU/RshfRjJPvsI/AAAAAAAAAEY/fUYv1AFlCi8/s320/untitled11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100431333093523138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started thinking of Kim &lt;br /&gt;It has been a few months&lt;br /&gt;Since he first met her here&lt;br /&gt;On 22nd March 2003, 945pm&lt;br /&gt;She was glad to meet him&lt;br /&gt;They started sharing about themselves&lt;br /&gt;And soon found confidence in each other&lt;br /&gt;It was the beginning of a special relationship&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t think it will end so prematurely&lt;br /&gt;He cherished their conversations&lt;br /&gt;And every moment they spent together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she’s no longer by his side &lt;br /&gt;He had lost her from the moment&lt;br /&gt;She told him to stop contacting her&lt;br /&gt;And even though he still misses her&lt;br /&gt;He knows he has to forget her &lt;br /&gt;And move on with his life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_repDeL7_AqU/RshfdTJPvtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/h_A-L0BEIbQ/s1600-h/untitled12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_repDeL7_AqU/RshfdTJPvtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/h_A-L0BEIbQ/s320/untitled12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100431534956986066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also thought of Kat &lt;br /&gt;And the numerous afternoons they spent here together &lt;br /&gt;She confided her problems in him &lt;br /&gt;And he gave her a listening ear &lt;br /&gt;He empathized with her &lt;br /&gt;For the dilemmas she faced in her life &lt;br /&gt;And the controversial decisions she has to make &lt;br /&gt;He began to see the complexities of this world &lt;br /&gt;And learnt to handle them with tact and wisdom &lt;br /&gt;She inculcated in him a sense of independence &amp; rebellion &lt;br /&gt;To fight for his own happiness &lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what others think &lt;br /&gt;Now that she has left him too &lt;br /&gt;He has to grow up on his own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour has passed just like that &lt;br /&gt;Yet he’s still waiting for her sms &lt;br /&gt;He knows she’ll never turn up &lt;br /&gt;Yet he’s determined to wait for her &lt;br /&gt;To show that he honored their appointment &lt;br /&gt;He caught a glimpse of the two students beside him &lt;br /&gt;Whispering sweet nothings to each other&lt;br /&gt;Oblivious of the pressures of society &lt;br /&gt;And the harshness of life&lt;br /&gt;He would never admit that he love her&lt;br /&gt;Until he knows how she feels &lt;br /&gt;It’s his own self-defense mechanism &lt;br /&gt;To protect his vulnerable heart from being broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows it’s time to leave &lt;br /&gt;This place of emotional catharsis &lt;br /&gt;Where memories when rekindled &lt;br /&gt;Burn with so much warmth &amp; passion&lt;br /&gt;He will come back here someday&lt;br /&gt;And live his life once again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830313016506725684-3707671657558806550?l=pieces-from-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pieces-from-the-heart.blogspot.com/2007/08/coffee-bean.html</link><author>songsfromtheheart@gmail.com (kensongs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_repDeL7_AqU/RshfRjJPvsI/AAAAAAAAAEY/fUYv1AFlCi8/s72-c/untitled11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830313016506725684.post-204062005456824906</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Aug 2007 15:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-06T23:17:26.332+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Jay Chow</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>movie</category><title>Secret by Jay Chow</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_repDeL7_AqU/RsRzM9bFfyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/by2NK_KF7rg/s1600-h/bu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_repDeL7_AqU/RsRzM9bFfyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/by2NK_KF7rg/s320/bu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099327344574037794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On his first day in college, inside an old music room, Jay met a mysterious classmate called Rain. Rain was playing a piece of music on the piano which Jay could not identify. And when he asked her for the name of the melody, she said it was a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Indeed the movie revolves round this mysterious piano piece called Secret and how it binds Jay and Rain together. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he spent more time with her, Jay found out that Rain has asthma and is frequently absent from class. But they still fell in love with each other. The old music room became the place of their rendezvous and Rain said that she felt sad that they are going to demolish this old campus building on their graduation day. As time passed by, Rain's asthma became worse and she had to stop school. One day Rain saw another female classmate kissing Jay and she became jealous. She stopped contacting Jay from then on. Come the much-awaited graduation day, Rain finally showed up and Jay was so happy to see her. But Rain saw a bracelet on Jay's wrist that was a gift from his female classmate. She became upset and left him again. Jay wanted to clear the misunderstanding, so he went to her house to look for her. But her mother told him that Rain has been missing. In her room, Jay found an old photograph of Rain with his father who is a music teacher in the university. How is Rain related to Jay's father? Will Jay and Rain end up together despite all the uncertainty? And how has the mysterious piano piece got to do with all these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If this introduction interests you and you would like to catch the movie, STOP READING THIS POST. THE REST OF THE POST CONTAINS SPOILERS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story continues with Jay asking his classmates if they have seen Rain but surprisingly no one has ever seen her or know who she is. Jay soon recalled the times they were together and how Rain seemed invisible to everyone else except him. Jay then asked his father if he knew Rain. Jay's father told him that Rain was his student 20 years ago but she was schizophrenic. She told Jay's father that one day, when she was playing the piano in the music room, she found an old music score called Secret. And when she played the melody on the piano, she was transported to the future. She also said that she fell in love with a guy in the future but he broke her heart. She gave the music score to Jay's father and told him that she will not go to the future again. But soon Rain realised that no one believed her and that her mother has been spiking her food with medication from the psychiatrist. She became upset and transported herself to the future to meet Jay during his graduation day. Again she was disappointed by him and while she tried to return to her own time, she had a serious asthma attack and died in the music room. Upon discovering the truth, Jay immediately ran back to the old music room that was about to be demolished. It was at this time when Jay's father took out the old music score, saw Rain's entry about Jay and realised the truth. Jay managed to get into the music room and just as it was about to be demolished, he played the piece on the piano and was transported back to the past where Rain existed. He finally met Rain again and the ending scene was Jay together with Rain in her graduation photo of 1979.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830313016506725684-204062005456824906?l=pieces-from-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pieces-from-the-heart.blogspot.com/2007/08/secret-by-jay-chow.html</link><author>songsfromtheheart@gmail.com (kensongs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_repDeL7_AqU/RsRzM9bFfyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/by2NK_KF7rg/s72-c/bu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>