As part of the Singapore Design Festival, TedxSingapore had an event yesterday which I’m glad to be able tp participate! Apparently, they had to reject 200 people from the event due to the limited number of seats lah! Check out the awesome list of attendees here!
expectations at 100%.
I think I look like the Ju-on kiddo in this picture with pale face and dark eyes..somebody feed me breakfast already.
excitement 100%
Here’s the videos shown in the event! I’m missing one though, cos I noted down what I thought was the vid title, and turns out that it’s now. :(
(Not in sequence)

Evan Williams on listening to Twitter users

Janine Benyus: Biomimicry in Action
What I like about this vid is how marry technology and nature together, when a lot of times technology is portrayed as destroying nature. Sort of makes people think and start looking at what Earth has given us that we have taken for granted or has once looked down upon, since mankind’s ultimate superiority on Earth is so ingrained in many of us. I’ve learnt how to stop and enjoy how the clouds move in the sky like a play unfolding, listening to the music of the leaves and the sound of the wind. It’s actually an awesome experience that I think many have overlooked in the endless pursuit of clearing to-do lists. Perhaps this is why people couldn’t care less about protecting Earth. After all, how can you protect something you don’t know?
Michael Pritchard’s water filter turns filthy water drinkable
For this talk, it was labelled as “Design with Passionate Anger”, and if you have caught my style, I like to put my main learning points as the post title. What struck me was the term “Passionate Anger”. Pritchard’s idea of the lifesaver bottle came from his frustration of the current situation of the poor clean water distribution. He was pissed off at what was happening, that people are not getting the clean water that they deserve to be drinking. Out of this passionate anger, he come out with this idea which imo, is a brilliant and useful product that can really make him rich if employed.
You see, out of his frustration, he can be made rich AND fulfil his passion to providing clean water to people, helping this people to live better life. What brilliant combination is that lah!
Ueli Gegenschatz soars in a wingsuit
This vid was definitely the highlight of the whole event. Ueli was passionate about flying and you can see how his eyes sparkle when he talks about man’s dream to fly. Watching him paragliding made me add paragliding into my bucket list. Anyway, you can see his zest to continue pushing the limit of possibility with newer and out-of-the-box stunts, yet he is certain about what he is getting himself into. Gotta love his attitude when he mentioned about rejecting stunts because “some people have crazy ideas”. Lol.
After watching this vid and feeling inspired, we were told that Ueli managed to do what he planned for the first jump (longest distance) but has unfortunately passed away from a jump (which was not related to his 2nd goal after checking on google) just recently about two weeks ago. I’ve done a google check and found out that Ueli was hit by a sudden gust of wind which caused him to lose control of his jump and the deployment of his parachute. He ended up hitting a wall, was conscious after impact, apologised for the messed up jump (the jump was a stint for RedBull) before losing consciousness and died from his injuries.
I repeat, this guy apologised after impact. How modest of him when he obviously should not be blamed for the sudden gust of wind!
It’s definitely easy to say, “Look at Ueli! He followed his dream/passion and he died! Why not just give up on your dream now?”, which I supposed that the organisers felt that it would happen too.
No matter what, don’t look back
So in tribute to Ueli, we wrote down the answers to these questions on a piece of paper that we were told to bring.
1. Who inspires you?
2. What inspires you?
3. Who would you like to inspire?
and fold our paper into an air plane before throwing them towards the stage.
My plane. Here are my answers:
1. God, people
2. Nature, stories
3. People without a passion/dream, youths
People getting ready to fly their planes.
The ceremony. The audio is quite crappy, but we shouted “To Ueli” as we threw our planes.
Aftermath on stage.
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All in all, the event was pretty dry in the beginning as the was videos after videos, so it gets quite annoying when I was thinking, “man, someone can just give me the links and I can watch it at home right?”, and wondering why I’ve spent $9 on cab and drag myself out in the morning. Perhaps the curators could have inject some thinking process or discussion of our thoughts on the vids would be nice. But honestly, I didn’t regret going because of the impact Ueli had on me. Awesome awesome.
I had some time to pen down my thoughts on Ueli while I was waiting for my lunch to be served…
Messy, messy thoughts. I believe only I can decipher it.
Basically it surrounds the idea of comparing people who live a great deal of time but are without a dream to someone who has a dream but died in his pursuit of the dream. Which one is worth living? Which one has truly lived? Which one should be the right way to live?
I place my bets for latter option. Which is why I get really really saddened by people who are living without a dream, without passions. Guess that this emotion can be termed as passionate sadness and anger, which is sort of echoed in Ken Robinson’s talk about creativity and education.
Ken Robinson says schools kill creativity
I tear a little when he talks about Gillian’s story, I wonder how many talents are going to be wasted or have been wasted because of how the society functions. All this greatly motivates me to get my ass moving on developing my business plan, to help people realise that talents and skills are not worthless. If you, my reader, know of someone who could help me develop my plan, please do drop me an email at elisha.tan@gmail.com. I truly believe that God gave each one a talent and that, deserves a special attention in honing and development.
This is a very long post, I’m glad someone will actually finish reading it all (I hope. OH PLEASE FINISH READING THIS). I shall end this off with another jump vid by Ueli, and a song about dreams by Epik High, my fav hip hop artists, which captures a huge portion of emotions I’m feeling. mad props to them.

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Nov 292009
 
You know, I actually tried shape up the heart shaped cloud in the previous post to look more like a heart. So I used paint to cut rectangles and paste it over…
It doesn’t look too crappy if you look at it far far away from your screen right? I think the cut-and-paste background follows the principle used on photoshop too. I should go learn the software.. BUT THE CLASSES ARE DARN EXPENSIVE. :(
But look what I found! YIPPIE! Now all I need is to purchase the software.
I want to learn Dreamweaver too. Anyone has suggestion on where to learn it cheap? Either that or does anyone wants to sponsor me? =DDDDD

Edit: WOAH. I can learn Dreamweaver here! Seriously, I think everything is on the internet. It’s about finding it from the mass of information.

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hello world once again! i’m finally released into the world after being abducted by this demon called academic examinations (AE)… :( if you knew my torture, you would be sad too. and because i’m too lazy to string the pictures up and i have too many thoughts running through my mind that i want to pen down, i’m going to slap all the pictures with captions only on my mugger life. =D

saw this heart-shaped cloud outside my window. either mugging loves me or i love mugging.
and this light in my room went spoilt on Thursday. It was only changed on Monday. Guess how i survive?
i cheap-fixed it by propping my table lamp up so the whole table could be illuminated. (- -”) kua kua kua~
but then, despite all misery I faced, the duck noodles uncle always cheer me up by giving me the leg, or generally the meaty portions. :”D it only cost $3.70! my boyfriend is super jealous of me cos the duck uncle usually gives him bones, and he has plans to exploit me to buy it on his behalf so that he gets to enjoy the awesome meat too.
in muggerhood, these are my best friends. i don’t communicate with another human being; only my beloved two-bite brownies, Mcds delivery and hello panda biscuits.
close-up on my new love.
i love them so much i’m willing to ditch whatever image i have to post this ugly picture of myself up.
cotton ball cloud. don’t you think it will look darn cute if a face was added onto it?
something like this…
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ok fine, i’m not your most talented friend. but you get the drift.
like every season of examinations, my fingers suffers the most..
my nails. completely destroyed by myself due to stress. :(
as idleness is the work of the devil, i need to get some work done during the holidays!
and so much more stuffs to do!
I want to make my own name card! I want to read manga and books! I want to bake! I want I want I want….
HOLIDAYS, YOU’VE BEEN MISSED.
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as you may have already known, i was down with inflammation in the right eyelids that warrant me an silt and drain procedure last tuesday. this post, as part of the post-op recovery celebration, will recount my pirate-hood.



on 6th nov, my lower eyelid began to grow a small lump and subsequently, i woke up with eye like this….

pus/rheum/mucopurulent discharge (to be used interchangeably in this post) infested eye (this is not your normal amount of bak-sai ok) that sometimes get dried on my lashes, making me unable to open my eye when i wake up. saw a GP on sunday and the eye remains in its condition, so i had to head down to National Eye Centre to get a specialist to look at it.


turns out it wasn’t caused by unhygienic contact lens wear, but a natural bodily mechanism gone wrong. apparently, the glands at the eyelids secrete whatever it’s supposed to but in my case they got clogged and inflamed. i had another clogged gland on the upper eyelid that didn’t get inflamed. The only way to prevent the clogged glands from getting inflamed any further is to drain it via a minor op. 


WHICH I AM GOING TO DESCRIBE IN GREAT DETAIL.haha


first, doc injected me with local anesthetic on both the upper and lower lid, which i swear was so painful i wanted to cry. but of course, i didn’t want to have my tears making things difficult for the doc to see and so i didn’t. then, doc used this tong-like instrument to clam down on my lid, and flip it over, before making a slit and using this instrument with a mini-scoop to dig out the clogged stuff. (ok, i realised i’m not doing this in great detail. (- -”). nvm). the best part is that i’m not being sewed up, so to stop the bleeding, pressure is placed on my right eye, and when the pressure is removed for patching, i got sooooo giddy i wanted to die (and cry).

and the end product is this.
i attained my pirate-hood and that was a total forced smile.

the thing about being in a patch is that i can’t tell distance. i get into awkward pauses when i’m near people so i have more time to judge how far they are so i can move without knocking them down. this is because both the eyes have overlapping visual fields to help one tell distance, and i had only one side of the visual field that’s working for me. it gets particularly daunting when i try to cross the road, a taxi almost brushed my side when i  tried to walk to the bus stop. it’s very upsetting for me to not be able to do things that i used to be able do without conscious processing. :(

and i got even more upset when i took off the patch…..
shattered assumption of that only tears come out of your eyes, not blood and pus.
what’s worse…

it even stained the outer layer of the patch
i tell you, i was at the epitome of self-pity. i wanted to just lock myself in my room so that i’ll eliminate the chances of catching an infection of the wound. i wanted to call up my boyfriend to ask him to bring me food and get my laundry and bed linen done so i didn’t have to step out of the room. i wanted to be crippled and dependent.
mindset is really a powerful thing. not only are your thoughts congruent with it, you remember things that are congruent with your mindset more effectively than those that are not. that night, all i wanted to be was inadequate, invalid, and to sleep away all the negativity. but the good thing is that mindset is fluid, it’s a choice (and a prime).
on wed afternoon, i decided that i’m getting out of this oh-i-am-so-pitiful nonsense and decide that i’m going out of my room. obviously i’m not naive about how much dust there is along the roadside, which led me to cancel my attendance to the infamous project meeting, but i told myself that i’m going out to get my own food and i’m going to get my laundry done. from that point onwards, my functioning is back on track. what’s more, i’ve come to enjoy my mc card that i used to delay my assignment deadline. =D
3 days mc!

happy recovery to me, and i shall leave this post hanging. i need sleep. 

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is it by the amount of money rolling in every month, the cumulative average score or the materials you have?

so how do you measure the worth of a man?
definitely not the three i’ve mentioned above.

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