Why not NTU Mass Communications?

So I have been discouraging most people from even thinking of aiming for or applying to NTU MassComm after diploma. I shall henceforth spare 20mins to explain why, instead of doing my other work now.

Let's get down to the basics - The curriculum. It consists of 3 core subjects and 5 general electives. The 3 core subjects are: Communication, Technology & Society, Media Law, Ethics & Policy. 5 general electives - there are 18 to choose from so of course I won't show all. But here are a few: Media Management, Media & Marketing, Comparative Global Media System, Information Technology: Impact & Planning, Communication Management & Leadership, Message Design & Production.

Now, tell me what these subjects can allow you to work as. What can you specialise in when you graduate from this course? My keyword today is Specialise. Yes, by ALL means, further your studies; go pursue a degree. But NO, by all means, DON'T get one from NTU (I mean the MCM degree). Take a look at New York Uni's Mass Communications degree - it is split into degrees in Journalism, Digital Communications, Marketing, Business Communications etc etc. And even under Marketing, you can choose what aspect of Marketing you want to specialise in - Marketing Research, Marketing Strategy and Branding etc.
Another example - degrees in Journalism. There is a Department of Journalism and it has concentrations in newspaper, magazine and broadcast journalism. Enough said. This is how specific you can get. There's not much being said about their degrees being a Mass Communication degree simply because it is NOT a general degree. It is a Specialised degree under a certain General term called Mass Communications. NTU's degree now seems like a piece of toilet paper compared to all these. Go clean your butt with it when you are sitting on the white throne wondering what went wrong with your life. See how well NP's MCM equips us for the future now? What they have done is to model our years of studying so as to make sure we get our fundamentals and specialisation right. What NTU does is to model their degree such that everyone is a Jack of all trades yet master of none.

A friend's friend was a straight A student from NTU's MCM. After graduation, he sought a job in this company and got a slap in the face. Their reply to his proclamation of his degree: What is NTU? What is Mass Communications? What is your specialisation?
He didn't know what to say. What was there to say? It is bad enough that you don't have a specialisation, hell, they've never even heard of your university.

Overseas degrees don't come cheap, yes I know. I don't think I can afford it myself either. But whatever it is, aim to get a specialised degree, something you can foresee an exact future in - not some degree which sounds all prestigious (in Singapore only) and yet almost worthless in reality. Go to SIM (highly recommended) or MDIS (heard that its not at all good) or whatever private schools there are which provide external degrees in Singapore. Just a little pricier, but anything for the future, right? The returns will be better. Australian Universities provide good Mass Communication degrees too I heard.

Seems like I took an hour instead of my 20mins. Go find out more yourself and remember/thank me when you make it big (I don't mind a small sum of cash/incentives). NTU's gonna blacklist me if they come across this, whee.

I'm not defaming, I'm just stating facts. Ok its back-to-business with 20-page Marketing reports, Proposal essays, and NO MORE CATS/IAC!

ORGASMIC!

R a c h e l . L o h
'aka'
Raelo / lolo / 'lo you ting'
. . whom I, and only I, affectionately call, 'Lo ah, Lo'.

H A P P Y 1 7 t h B I R T H D A Y!!

I really miss all the crazy times we had together in Nan Hua and Pjc. I'm so glad to have gotten to know you well, even though it was only for a few months that we were closer.
You have been a Wonderful friend, Crazy mama and the Bestest friend I could ever have.
Regret not getting to know you earlier.. But I guess that has made me treasure you even more!
I don't think I would be much of who I am today if not for you, really. Corny but true.

I have never clicked with a person as best as you.

All our inside jokes / self-coined terms and phrases, all our moments, spastic and serious; our mutual trust and encouragement, that special friendship we have - will always be a part of me forever.
I thank God for you, and here's to a Wonderful friendship which I know will last for a lifetime.
Thank you for everything!!

I LOVE YA TOO.
-Bei Nai.

edit_ Everyone's really stressed and high-strung yes, but keep the cool yah? It's really important that everyone remain calm and settle stuff without getting all worked up. It'll all be over before you know it. Work hard, everybody!

Argh my Cambodia trip is postponed to next April! Sigh.
Apparently just recently there's a bout of bird flu near Takmau, the area we were supposed to go, and there was a high possibility that the hospital which we would be staying near / building the playground will be holding the affected patients.
There goes my only chance of getting out of the country and going to a nice, serene place - away from the stressful life back here.
Thailand, Thailand.... Oh how you evade me so!
edit_ My church has mission trips to Thailand, and it clashes with the first week of school, thus the ranting. I know Cambodia isn't in Thailand - heck, Cambodia isn't in anywhere to begin with! Heh.
Grr.

Its the final 3 weeks of school already. The 16 weeks of Semester 1 is almost up! Final projects and assignments... Goodness. Let me see - IAC and CATS due this Wednesday, Social Psychology Final Assignment due this Thurs, major Marketing project due Friday. Final Radio Assignment due next Tuesday, Written Communications Final Proposal Essay due next Thursday and Web Graphics due next Friday if I'm not wrong.
Orgasmic, I say.
Can't wait for school to end. Ha then I'll be complaining that I miss school and T106. Grr.

Bahahaha I just finished slamming the laziest person I've ever, ever come across in my WebGra Peer Evalutation Form. Harvey had better give him an F.
And I shall personally sing to Harvey - "Go Harvey! Go Harvey! Go Harvey Norrrrmaaann!!"
Yah la he'd better not read this. What if he doesn't wanna hear my vocals and because of this he'll give him a wonderful, merciful D.
@$%^%&#*@!
Ahem. Patienceeee... -goes into lotus position.

Okay, I am ashamed to admit that I dozed off 7 times during the Last SocPsy lecture today. 1 1/2hrs of sleep last night this morning did not do wonders, but who cares (:
SocPsy was damn interesting (since when it wasn't) - insatiable sexual desires of males, heh. Kinda deflating to the male ego but yeah, I'll miss SocPsy. And Marketing. And Everything!!! Boohoo. So that's all of Semester 1 lectures.

I'm gonna take a nap now before my head explodes. I'm seeing stars already. Then its back to another long night ahead. I like the stress though. Makes me work somehow, which is a super change from the previously procrastinating-lazy-bumming-Benita. Ha.
Alright enough of the crap.

And the fun never ends. (: 

Last night quenched my Need For Speed,
Literally.
But ironically, it fuelled my Need For More Speed.

What is going at 80km/h around curves and bends and almost drifting; at 120km/h weaving in and out of traffic around Orchard Road at night?
And what is having souped up cars all around you, chasing anyone who challenges them?
The thrill of eluding the underlying Traffic Police.
Orgasmic.

Never heard so much engine roars and turbo releases in my life.
If only every night was a last night.
When is it ever going to be my turn!!

how i wish that life was all about cars, music, billiards, sports, fun, good books, God... and you.

I'm still a playful little girl of 17 and 6 days - and there's no denying of it.

Whatever it is, this will be a painful reminder.

Sorry Eve, I wished that it didn't have to happen to of all people, YOU.

I will answer for my consequences alone, and I'm sorry again for the emotional distress I'd caused you in any way. The word 'sorry' is getting abit irritating here, so I hope you get my drift yeah.
Pass me the receipt if there be any okay? DON'T attempt to let me feel better.

Still, am looking forward to our ABCdE picnic up next! (:

Arghhhh.
After the hellish week last week, somewhere in the Beni's roundish brain, Mr. Cerebellum has ran off to one korner to relac, no thanks to the orgasmic weekend.
So now, with 2 1/2 weeks of school left, holiday has already started in advance for Beni's little axon-and-neuron-and-oxygen-deficient brain.
Enough with the third person speak.
Final projects are a-looming (they have already started), and yet I can't even come up with any creative ideas for my Socpsy journal, which I received a perfect score of half. Out of 15. I'd better do at least something of a higher standard than the first, at least to pacify my ego and to haul my butted grades up, even if its half a grade up la.
I'm supposed to talk about gender. La Femme Et La Homme. It'll definitely be easier to do a creative journal ie. not essay-style, but then again I will label myself a genius if I can come up with anything by tomorrow 5pm. Which means I have no choice but to stick to the plain, boring, un-creative essay.
.... . .-.. .--. !!!
That's morse code for a very useful 4-letter word. Go figure. But it aint nothing vulgar- think I don't know what you foul-mouthed people are thinking? Ha.

Anyhow, I just can't bring myself to do any work now. Perhaps now I shall go for a tann (take that, Ian) and attempt to spark my creative juices with the wonderful sunshine before going for the most-useless-class-named-after-a-feline.
Damn I hate my lacklustre self-discipline. Its making me angsty. So instead of sitting here and No Action Talk Only, I shall go and attempt something.
Swimming pool, here I come!

I'mtoolostinyou. shit.

The words Ive always wanted to say.

I find it downright rude whenever people who want to ask me out don't ask me out.
They assume that I'm available and make all the ruddy plans in the world, then tell me that I'll be meeting them.
"Eh tomorrow don't forget that we are meeting you at Jurong Point for lunch at Swensens hor."
What if I'm not available? Don't I ever have my plans? Isn't JP abit.. far?
"But our purpose is meeting you mah.."
Yeah okay, thanks for the thought, but since I am the purpose, shouldn't you ask me first if I'd be free then make plans? What if I weren't free? All your plans would be ruined, no? I'm not obliged to go for lunch at your beck and call. So what if I were from your clique? Somehow I never felt attached to you guys. I'm sorry but its true.
"Aiyah, how we know that you so popular, so many friends jio you out ah!"
I wanted to swear.
She may have been saying that jokingly, but hello, this was really uncalled for. I was freaking turned off, and I had a lunch date already.
"Then we eat lunch you eat ice-cream lor."
So? I rush down to meet them at 3pm (and I know they'll be late) then scoot home at 5pm for my birthday dinner with my family?
I cancelled the date cos I already was sick, and thinking of it made me even more sick.

Then yesterday came another sms.
"Weekend we book you liao hor."
Wah. I wanted to call her up and tell her off, but I took a deeeeep breath.
They're as tactless as they were, so I can take it still....
"FYI, I won't be free on Saturday. Next time, please ask me in advance if I can make it before assuming I can because it isn't very nice for you to just let me know that I'm supposed to go out with you. What if I'm not free right? Thanks."
No sarcasm included. I was really serious. Couldn't take it already.
"Haha kk then we book you on Sunday horz."
ASK me the time that I'll be free!!
Goodness. I didn't wait already, I smsed her instead that I'd only be free after 1.45pm.
Actually I'm free only after 2pm, but I know that they surely will be late. So there.

I just had to rant. I don't deny that I did have enjoyable times with my clique, but somehow my closest friends weren't them. Why I joined them, that's another story.

The bottom line is- Be tactful and NEVER ASSUME. I just can't stand childishness sometimes. Not that I'm very matured myself, but, brains!!!

Drawing is FUN! Whee. Die. I'm starting to become bitchy. But I will only bitch about those who shoot themselves in the foot or snook themselves or play with their own backside. Pungsais and Fishes, I'm becoming a bad girl. Nanas. 

hearts, Beni. (: (p.s. If you cant read the words clearly, click on the pic. heh.)

hehh. Edit: This is supposed to look like some funeral photo lahhh. Gettit? :D Unlucky, but what more can I ask for! I've had the BEST birthday ever, thanks to all of you who made it happen. (:

This year has been one which I have never experienced so much ups and downs before;
But ironically, its been the Best of my 17 years.

So, from the
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THANK YOU for making it happen. Everyone. (:

Loads of random thoughts.
I think I should start penning them down again. Onto paper.
Need to fill my empty soul, need to empty my satiated mind.

Here's one:
How is that about unwittingly revealing your weaknesses on blogs?
Everything, anything one writes reveals something about that person.

Sometimes I feel, when I read my blog, that my writing blogs are like stripping myself bare, slowly. Very slowly.
Sometimes blogs make me feel that I'm seeing too much about a person I hardly know, and from there have all kinds of convoluted perceptions or accurate perceptions even,
which I'd rather not know.
This is a good bad thing yet a bad good thing.
Oxymoronic.

You can think that I am super insecure about myself and afraid that my 'front' will get torn down.
I beg to differ, btw. Oh I don't need to beg.
I differ.
Then again, I don't think I didn't make sense. So there.

Its halfway into week hell and I can literally feel the shit leaving me through the shithole. Its that orgasmic after-feeling you get whenever you sit at the white throne and whoosh!,
all hell breaks loose down under.
But its still half-constipated... Grr. Saturday, please come quickly!!
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A recent survey has shown that Beni's butt has went down.! 7 people have confirmed the rumour.
And that is not a good thing, because comments have been made that Beni's butt has lost its initial perkiness and is just...big. The Lizbido suggests Beni climb 9 storeys everyday to go home, but Beni is unable to do so due to bad knees and ankles, a result of endless basketball games since the tender age of 9. In an interview, Beni thinks that her butt is result of long hours of sitting on, and she also realises that the fats have all crammed itself around her waist instead. How?! Boohoo.

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At 5pm today, I cheered inwardly. And so did the rest of T106, I believe. After the temporal orgasms then came groans and sighs of reality.
Different context can, all you dirty people. I know what you're thinking, Wanker Inc.! Ha.

On a more serious note - I wonder why Marketing is so disrespected by the people in our module. If it were our class which put Marketing last, I won't say much cos it is the last tutorial class we have for the week. Is it because Marketing is too book-based? Barrage of terms, endless concepts to grasp - sorta like a JC subject curiously named Economics.
But then again, with an uncannily familiar subject called 'Written Communications' comes a ton of research rubbish and the dreaded essay shit (which seems to have haunted us in our previous lives), and everybody goes crazy over doing the assignments.
Social Psychology has a similar learning process of getting assaulted by terms and concepts, but everybody enjoys the hands-on assignments, especially making people stare with condescending wonder and they do not know that they are being laughed at instead.
Web Graphics is definitely pure hands-on, and so is Radio Production. And everybody loves Radio Production. Ok most, then, if there are any violent objections behind the screen.

So it seems that hands-on modules do wonders. Marketing has hands-on stuff too, no? Our major project runs through the whole semester, giving us ample time to do. But thing is, it becomes so insignificant due to the ample time. Hence the last minute works. And I guess it doesn't help that the lecturer seems so laid back from the start.. But work's work man. We have all unwittingly assimilated to each other's take-it-easy stride from the start, and now we suffer. So Exodus has resolved to ace Marketing, eh? -winks.
Gah.

See, give too much text-based work, we complain that its too boring. Change it to hands-on and projects, we complain that we have no time to meet up. Give us little homework, we complain that we aren't learning anything. Then when homework piles up, we complain that the lecturers want to see us die. Give us fierce lecturers, we complain that they're too rigid and boring. The nice lecturers who joke around with us - we take things easy and play around - till assignments and tests come marching by. We complain. Comprain, comprain and comprain.

I feel bad - Not because of any favouritism k. Just that sometimes its so easy to take things for granted.

When will we actually be satisfied?

IM DONE!!

Will do the reference cards tomorrow!! I think I'm gonna keel over and die soon!
Wah I managed to stay up till so late!! Power naps are more effective I guess!
Had 4 effective hours of sleep yesterday! Came home, took a much-needed nap from 10pm-11pm!
I almost died trying to wake up la! Char's my alarm clock! Heh!!!
The essay's kinda crappy, but ohwell!!

Hah I see everyone's blogs begging for a form of destress!! I shall conform too, then!
I need Billiards!!
Been 14245734 days since I last played!! Hand super itchy!!!!

The impending 5 days of hell of assignments and tests and projects due!!! But after these 5 days are over - comes the most important day in history since 1987!! *coughs*

Goodnight!!!

P.S. Dont you simply lovvvvvvveeee Exclamation marks? They make my post sound so happy!!
and perky!!

There's a cockroach running in circles around me for the 5th time already. I can hear it shouting out "kill me!! Now!"
.
Im back. Its in cockroachie heaven now.. Another death. A minute of silence please, while we mourn the passing of a fellow f(r)iend on 6 legs which helped make this place a wonderfully dirty place to live in.

I can see it at the rotten fishball gates, talking to Skank Litter (think st peter &the pearly gates), declaring how many garbage dumps its been in and how many people it has scared before demanding its execution by the smelliest way ever.

But it fails, cos it didnt die honourably - it got murdered by the terrestial being which it was supposed to harm instead. So it gets kicked down to hell, where everything is White, Pure, Clean and Floral Scented. Torture comes in forms of Gas chamber de Chanel Allure, endless swimming in the Pools of Dettol, cleaning regimes everyday, perpetual blasting of the Powerpuff Girl's theme song and all things sugar spice and everything nice.
Whee.

The wonders of the SIMS Unleashed. theraputic. Die, Bella Goth. Dieeee. She's a toughie man. I knew that that goth couple are sadists. They enjoy slapping each other, getting into a cloud when fighting (but we removed the cloud and realised that they were just standing and facing each other) in a kitchen blue urine-pool and flies and no door. And urns surrounding them till they cannot move anywhere else, and the ghost of their own daughter. Talk about cockroaches.

I can only hope for a pass in socpsy. My memory failed me again. Just couldn't recall the specific terms, argh.

Anyhow, I've done 400 words for my essay!! *Claps and cheers and Jumps around*
Im feeling a great sense accomplishment k. Went to KAP to do the essay with my bro and some of his rjc friends. They are pretty funny people, apart from the swearing (which I can safely attest to having abstained from the F-word and vulgarities since 1157817924 years ago) and a blatant comment on cjc which was made infront of cjc plainclothesmen. hurr.

Okay, its back to Cosmetic Surgery, Syphilis and Mastopexy!

Today is the day the world saw the news, 3 years ago.
The day terrorism in the neighbourhood was finally seen as a threat.
Smoke, screaming, chaos, debris, deaths, blood, body parts, ground zero, the burning Bush which turned to ash.

Everybody, bow your heads for a minute of silence.

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I SAID BOW YOUR HEADS LA.

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I said get off the com now, benis. NOW.

Marketing template - finishing.
Guitar - strumming.
Online - chatting.
Socpsy - starting.
Sleep - stopping.
Immortal - diminishing.
T106 - smashing. (:

I hereby close ProjectFF.
Skank.

Flanked by 2 beauties. Heh. I heart my Em the Hotbabe and Joanna the Crazybabe. Why is my face the only clear one?! Ah I know. The other 2 overshadow me.

HA OKAY.
Lemme see......... I have a Marketing template yet to be done, due tomorrow, yet I can't seem to find a competitor for our swonderful, one-of-a kind produk. Its already one-of-a-kind - so how to have a mofo-ing competing produckt?! GAH.
Then I will be home late again tomorrow, and I have lots yet to cover for Socpsy test on Saturday. Which is, technically speaking, tomorrow. Get ready to fail, benis.
Then after the ruddy test I have to stay back for webgra project due next week. When I'd planned to do my informative essay which includes a chunk of extra !%$#! due Monday.
The joy of MassComm, and I bet all of you MCM people reading it are going ya la we are all going through the same shite la. But I just gotta rant.

imoveryou.

Finally, the Emperor and the much-neglected Concubine. Man what am I still doing online?! ARGH I can't seem to dragggg my ass to study. Socpsy, socpsy!!! 

Week 10 and all are nuts. How apt, Fiona! heh. That's me looking scandalous.  

ok, one of my first weak attempts at photoshop. anyhow did. hurr. 

THIS: costs 5.3k, is super immobile but CONFIRM (plus stamp plus chop plus guarantee) beats the DTXpress II hands down feet up butt out chest out. I dont care. I WANT this in church! DTXpress II SUCKS.


See, This is electronic (my church doesnt allow the real thang), yet has REAL drum skins and can adjust the volume of EVERY tom, the effects of all the pads (those black triangular things) and the feeel. The FEEL!!!
With the DTXpress II (where black triangular things rule), I can whack without having to worry about the level of volume produced ie. control because everything is, is, is, Dead. Yes, that's the word. Its good in a way, that when I screw up it can be covered real well. But put me behind a Real drumset, and watch me squirm.
Its totally different... I can't feel the Groove as much as I want to. At most, the music, yes. But it still is Different.
But nevermind. I have resolved - thanks to Ian again - to improve myself. Creative juices are like bad breath - Close it up, the mouth starts to stink. Keep talking, and it will taste good when going through contractions between "two orbicularis oris muscles" (silence fills the empty heart, maria's blog, 2004). You get what I mean.

So I shall henceforth set aside 1hr to practise my drumming a week, and increase my repetoire by leaps and bounds. And let not my creativity and ability to feel the groove be hampered by all drumpads big black and dead.
hooyeah.

The Birthday Girl and Me. (: 

me and doreen (: 

rose's birthday pics! 

Am at church now, Gavin's giving my laptop CPR and I've finished the marketing template.
Did one-third last night before throwing in the towel - I was literally dozing off infront of the com soon after I blogged that last post. Gah.
Exodus: I made the answers rather detailed. So don't have to worry about the length already!

The template was quite fun to do actually. Hurhur.

btw, check out Mabel's new blog!! The linking are Freaking Cool man. :D

My eyelids are closing and my head feels like my brains have turned to gold for once. Heavy. But I'm doing up the soddy marketing templates which I promised to email to JLo asap by erm, 12 midnight.
There was a mix-up, and I'm doing the templates into soft copy cos the hard copy's with ME. Gah.
Why so late? Why not tomorrow?
I went to my friend's grandma's wake. And before that, YF. Tomorrow I have some drumming workshop at Paya Lebar Methodist Church in the afternoon, and in the morning I'll be meeting Gavin to have him remove trojan.startpage virus from my laptop. Bleahh.

/edited/

imthewretchedfool.

It's past yesterday already, but I shall say it again here - HAPPY 20th BIRTHDAY ROSE!
I Love You. Really. Thank you for everything, and I still can't thank you enough. (:

Pajama party. HEH.
Shucks we should've played 'Black sheep White sheep' in the middle of the canteen in our PJs!!
I think we've given ourselves enough attention today, heh. Its hilarious watching how others react to our breaking of social norms - how they openly turn their heads and stare and nudge their friends and whisper. They don't know what hit them! Bahaha.
Eve's Maroon satin PJs were so freaking comfy, I could almost fall asleep in them if not for the really interesting SocPsy lesson today.

Walked down the slope after class with Char Eve and Mabel. This bunch of ITE mats from don't know where started to make cat calls and whoops. Fu-rritating can. We moved off as fast as possible. There were this bunch of totally confused AES students in our school for some exhibition cos I pretended that I was pregnant and throwing up and weeping and all, with the others going "It's alright - 3rd abortion only! Derrick (Char came up with that name I don't know why) is a bastard man!"
See what poly does to you now?! Study hard and get your sorry ass to some sorry JC.
(Not referring to any AES people. Please don't be too hard on yourself - I don't want to have fights in beautiful, socially-responsible NP -smiles brightly-.)
A mat even went "Wah is she really alright or not sial?" When I pushed myself past some people and vomitted saliva into a tree. Char couldnt stop laughing la. Spoilerrrrrr!! Heh. Neh mind.
I looked quite porno in the pajamas cos it was abit big and me and Char were swimming in it when we wore it, and I was wearing shorts. And Char wore the other half of the pajamas, which actually looked quite cool on its own ah.
Eve wore her other yellow mock-silk pajamas, and it was the Emperor and the Concubine in class. Me the Concubine la. China-accents ruled the day.. All in the name of pure fun.
And the photos! The photos!!! Fiona if you see this, SEND THEM TO ME!

Thank God for my consistent grammar test marks. It'll help cure my dying Essay marks. XB, I HATE YOU. BAHAHA.
Right, so its 12:50am. I shall go read up on Chapter 11 of Marketing. :D Eyelids, please remain open.

i see the cracks forming; why don't you just tear it through.

I'm starting to study more now.
Even though all around me are distractions, and an emotional war at its zenith high.
Too slack already.. The only stuff I do are the mandatory projects and assignments, and that's all.
(And I guess by now most of you must have realised that the only Social Psychology phrase I know by heart is "Cognitive Dissonance".)
NOOooo... I cannot let down my wonderful lecturers - stingy, sarcastic and witty as they are. (3 words, no need for accredition. Hurr.)
I go for classes and lectures, listen, but throw away the stuff as soon as I step out of the LT-cum-refrigerators.
So we shall all be good kids, shall we - T106?

Hi ho, hi ho its off to studying we go!
projects & assignments
are making us seek asylum, hi ho, hi ho!

cosyourpresencelingershere;itwontleavemealone.

Cant see the time taken? Click on the Pic, or go try http://bbs.carcn.net/bbs/non-cgi/usr/1/1_6020.swf :D