Love is on your wrist... literally!

Valentine's Day. The day every women secretly wishes they had Channing Tatum to sweep them off their feet. However, soon enough reality hits and you realize you'll probably be spending it in a bar, with your girls. But who says you can't look like a celebrity right whilst wishing you were sat there with Justin Timberlake right?

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The Last Whisper

The year was 1854. The month, September. I was ordered to be a medical officer in British fleet when we joined forces with the French army to invade the Russians as they had occupied territories in the Crimea that had previously been controlled by Turkey. After the Russians destroyed the Turkish fleet at Sinope in the Black Sea in November 1853, Britain and France joined the war against Russia. I was nervous as it was my first deployment.

I arrived near Sevastopol, on the 14th September. With shaking hands I walked out of the ship and was asked to proceed to the nearest hospital, where I would be for the next, well I did not really know. As I walked into the hospital, I was appalled by the condition. I put on a strong face and made my way in.

"Doctor! We need a doctor!" soon became a sentence I grew accustomed to. I provided my services with a smile on face. I heard many stories from my fellow country men about how the situation was like outside there. Some of them may look strong but they often broke down when they spoke of their loved ones. I've never been in love you see. I had devoted my entire life to my country. If I did fall in love, I could not bear to see the hurt in her eyes when I left. I always would imagine the fear she would feel when I left to serve. How is that love when all you are doing is hurting the person you love?

I still remember that morning very well. I was bandaging a soldiers leg when I heard her voice. It was so soft I could have missed it. "Help him, please!" she cried out. I tried to get a glimpse of her, but I could not. All I managed to see was her shadow being dragged away by me fellow soldiers. That whole night, her voice kept on playing in my head. I tried to brush it by saying I will never see her again, but who was I kidding, she was stuck in my head.

I carried on working, secretly hoping I could hear her voice again. With the war getting more intense, my job was not getting easier. Sometimes, I just wanted to return back home. But I made a promise to my country. It did scare me sometimes, the fear of death was inevitable. The condition of the hospitals were not that pleasing as well. The smell of human waste was very strong as they did not have receptacles for waste. Let's not forget the blood stains splattered all over the floor. It was not a good environment for patients to recuperate as there were not enough beds, many had share and the less ill had to lie on floor.

I had been hearing rumors about how something big is gonna happen on the 20th September. The Battle of Alma happened. Together with the French army, we were victorious. The aftermath of that battle was not too bad. However, many were falling ill due to the unsanitary conditions. Within a few weeks an estimated 8,000 men were suffering from Cholera and Malaria. I kept myself busy by treating these patients of mine. Until that day.

I was busy attending to my patient when I felt the softest touch. "Excuse me, please help me" She cried. "My father is dying. I do not know what is wrong with him" I was not allowed to treat the locals. "Where are you from? I asked. Her voice was so familiar, almost like the one I heard the other day. "Turkey" she replied. With that, I knew we both we in danger. Her eyes were filled with hope when she looked at me. I wanted to help her but I knew, I would be putting the both us in hot waters.

"Meet me behind the hospital at 10pm. Bring your father" For a moment, I saw the faintest smile on her. "Oh thank you sir" she said and disappeared like the wind. I was anxiously waiting for her arrival. I was almost amazed by her enthusiasm to get our attention, even though she knew the dangers of it. My mind wondered why she was in Sevastopol. I was about to get my answer. I soon saw a shadow walking towards me. It was her and her father. I rushed to help her carry her father. I laid him down and examined him. "He has malaria" I told her. All the hope I saw in her face was gone. She stood her almost lost. I felt sorry for her. I did the best I can to help them. "If you need more medication, come see me. Wait for me here." I told her. She simply nodded and said thank you and disappeared.

At the start of October, the French and British engineers, moved from their base at Balaclava. I knew things were going to bad. I prepared myself for death. But somehow, I couldn't get her out of my mind. I knew I was never going to see her again as I had been hearing rumours about being asked to move away or about us retreating.

I was prepared until that day. 25th October 1854.

- End of Part 1-

I'm really sorry, but if I were to right the whole story, you'll never see the end of the page! I shall update the second part of the story very soon!

Feed me more Gossip, Dr. House.

Television has been around since 1950's The television of our ancestors were what we would say now as plain boring. Nowadays we turn on our television set and all we see is sex and drama. The argument of television brings more bad than good has haunted me enough.

We all have those shows that we wait for every week, glued to our seats, itching to know what happens to our beloved characters.

I am no stranger to this phenomena. I used to wait every week to see a new episode of House. I can honestly say, watching House made me want to be a doctor so badly. I was so glued to the show till I would grab a pen and paper when it started and write down each symptom as though I was a doctor. I would try to give my own diagnose. Now, I'm no doctor, but thank God for Google right? Dr. House wittiness kept me on the edge of my seat for 8 seasons. When I found out the show was over, I literally shed a tear. I thought to myself, well there goes that 1 hour I used to pretend to be a doctor.

Another show I love would be Gossip Girl. I know what you're thinking, "Oh Gossip Girl? It's basically sex and drama. Well, technically, it is. However, the reason why I love this show is because of one of the characters named Blair Waldrof. Blair, to me, is the ideal woman. She knows how to have fun, but she also knows what she wants in life. I would consider her as one of my role models.

The thing I love about Gossip Girl is that it shows us a glimpse of what it's like living as a socialite.

I would love to live a day in the shoes of Blair Waldrof. I know what you're thinking, "She's fictional" but they it wouldn't hurt to dream right. I actually did try to follow in Blair's footsteps, without the scheming of course (In case you didn't know, Blair is most famous for her elabrote schemes to get what she wants. Yes, she's an evil mastermind)I copied her dressing and the way she talked. It was fun actually being another person. It got me thinking, if I was ever given a chance to be Blair Waldrof for a day, I would be walking in Gucci shoes, planning a deceiving scheme to get the guy I like to magically fall in love with me and banish the girl I hate to Iceland.Oh, wait, I already did that. In my dreams.

So my whole point of this post is that, television isn't really bad, just like any other forms of media, it allows you to escape your miserable reality for a bit and pretend to be someone else. We always find amusement in other people's problems, which is why shows like The Walking Dead and Gossip Girl are doing so well. Let's face it, watching other people be more messed up than we are gives us a little hope. Television also cultivates your perception of things. For an instance, a socialite is basically a spoiled brat who gets everything she wants. Just like the Cultivation Theory suggests.

So the next time someone tells you that television is bad, tell them that they haven't seen nothing yet. Then plan your scheme to take them down.

Dream Big, baby.

Dreams. I know every single one of us, young or old has them. My dream you ask? I have plenty of dreams. Most of the are unrealistic. But hey, that is why their called dreams right?

My biggest dream is to travel the world. To visit every single country I can. But travelling alone is never enough for me, I need a challenge. I would start by going to KLIA and stand in front of the departure board, close my eyes and point to a destination. And fly there. Which means I could literally end up anywhere! However, to travel the world, I obviously would need cash. Loads and loads of mula. How in the world am I supposed to get that?

Each country I go to, there would be certain challenges I have to face. I have to complete these challenges in order to move on with my journey. If I fail, it's a direct flight back to KL. If I complete the challenge, I would then get money and travel again. Of course, the challenges will not be easy, but they should show me how the locals live. In this way, I not only get to visit a beautiful country but I also get to experience the culture. But just to make things interesting, if there is a challenge that requires me to face my fear, which is those cold blooded, slithering snakes, I would get first class tickets and more money for the next country.

If I some how magically managed to finish travelling to every country I can possibly fly to, when I reach back to KL, I would find my favourite singer standing there with a bouquet of roses, waiting for me. (It is a dream after all)

This dream could actually become a reality. If I could make it into a reality tv show.

Another dream I've had is to a billionaire, just for a day. I've always wondered how the life's of superstars were. Swimming that pool of money. I don't want to be a billionaire for my whole life, I just want to get the taste of it. I would love to spend a day in the shoe's of Nicki Minaj. Not because of her money but because of her craziness! How in the world am I going to make this dream come true you ask? Simple. Again. Reality tv.

Imagine a bunch of girls all competing for the grand prize which is to live a day as Nicki Minaj.(Yes, pink hair is included.)

But then again, for dreams to become reality, lots of hard work is required. I shall persevere though! Cause I want that pink hair!

Going Places thanks to a magazine.

I love to travel. I would say it's one of my passions. To me, long flights that make your feet fall asleep a countless amount of times is worth it because you get to, well, fly a few thousand meters above sea level. I would like to ask you question though. What is the first thing you do when you are seated in your seat on the plane? Perhaps look at what is being served later or scan through the movie collection on your portable player?

The first thing I do is, look for the in flight magazine. I know what you are thinking. "In flight magazines are so boring and just are filled with pictures" I agree some in flight magazines are a pure torture to read which is why most of us choose to ignore it but some are really interesting. I'll be honest with you and say this, in flight magazines was what sparked my interest to become a travel writer. Half of the places that I have visited is because of an in flight magazine. I would have never visited a restaurant that looked

As an avid traveler, I rely a lot on reviews. Most in flight magazines provide an inside to the destination you are heading to. Others review on other fascinating places around the world. I have learnt a lot from these magazines. The do's and don'ts in certain countries, what to eat, how to get around, the tricks the locals use to con us and so on.

I can say that I've flew in a few airlines. Which means, I have read quite a few different in flight magazines. I'll be honest again and say that one of the most boring in flight magazine I've read is "Travel 3sixty" which can be found in Air Asia. I'm not saying it's bad, all I'm saying is, being one of the best low cost carrier in the Asia, you think they would put more effort into publishing a magazine. I would not entirely blame them though, I guess their strategy is to focus on countries in this region. There are reviews on countries outside of this continent but they pop up once in a blue moon. When I read a review, I mostly look for the writer's experience, not the history of the place. That is the one thing that this magazine lacks besides of the fact that 75% of the entire magazine is filled with ads. Again, I don't blame them as in flight magazines provide a great platform for advertisers.

What is my favourite in flight magazine you ask? Open Skies would be my answer. Open Skies is the in flight magazine for Emirates Airlines. The reason why I love this magazine is that unlike other magazines, it's sassy. That's right, this magazine has attitude. Even their ads are so well placed, you can't help but to read it. Their reviews are not restricted to a certain region too. There is also this section that I love reading which is called "My Traveled Life" which is written either by someone famous or by any normal person. It's basically where you give your opinion on a country about the people, the future and so on. I love reading it because it's sort of like a spoken review. The writer just writes about he felt while he was in that country. I also love that little cartoon they put at the bottom of the page, it's so adorable, you can't help but smile even though your legs are probably cramp thanks to the long flight.

The pictures in this magazine not only show you the beauty of the country, but also the way the people live their lives. And to me, that is how a review should be, to show not only what the visitors see, but what the locals see everyday. Even though Open Skies can only be found in Emirates, I actually google search for it every month just to see this month's copy.

Many people over look in flight magazines because they feel their just published for a certain category of people. Truth is, they cater to everyone! You can actually learn a lot from it. I for one have learnt about different cultures, how to survive in another country with a low budget and how to write reviews that amuse people. I definitely have to thank Open Skies for getting me interested in travel writing!

So next time you board a plane, make sure to pick up the in flight magazine and be surprised with the content! I'm sorry this post is lengthy, I just had so much to say about this!

Books : My escape from reality.

Hey guys, so I used to vlog a lot last time but kinda got bored of it. So, I decided that the topic "Books" would be a great vlog cause I would get to show my books! Kinda like a show and tell. :) Hope you guys like it! I know the quality is kinda bad, I shot it using my iPad. Sorry it's a bit lengthy, had a lots of books to talk about! :)

Lights, Camera, Action!

So, we recently found out that for our assignment, we are required to make a 10 minute short video based on mixed genre of comedy and drama. Oh the joy I felt when I heard that. I wouldn't say that making videos is a passion of mine, I would consider it more as a hobby I take very, very seriously. So serious that I attended classes (well, technically it was for photography) I did, however join a national level video competition and did quite well I might add. I did attend a few video making classes. No, I'm not trying to say I have the upper hand here, all I'm saying is, I ENJOY MAKING VIDEOS.

You see, I find it very fascinating to bring an idea in your head to life. Every single word written in the script can be portrayed so precisely by the talent on screen. The ability to make the viewer laugh and cry truly is an interesting experience.

I got my team together and we got right into script writing. What is our video about you ask? The videos I've made in the past were all about touching that sensitive side of the viewer but this time, I choose something I was not so familiar with, just to spice things up. Yes, we are given the genre already, but when it comes to mix genres, you get to choose which side you want to lean towards to. I chose to lean towards the comedy part. Why? well, I wanted to make my fellow classmates and whoever that watches this video to escape their crazy world for just 10 minutes and just laugh!

Our video is based on the movie "Ocean's Eleven" That's right, we're robbing from someone. However, not everything you plan always falls into place right? That's the direction we're going for. The reason why I chose to do this video was because I always had an admiration of the way Ocean's Eleven was shot. The way the script was written, that little twist of the story always gives me the impression that nothing is like what it seems. I'm not going to give a lot away because I like suspense.

All I can say is, you guys are in for a treat because I am blessed with a great cast! We will play with loads of camera angles too. Mainly because we want to make a quality video. Camera angles to me, help rely the message I want to send. It makes conveying the emotion easier too. All I know is, we will definitely have fun doing this assignment!