what is famous for Low Yat?"

what is the famous thing for low yat plaza. every one sure think about PC, laptop, handphone and electronic gadget. Recently i find the Tan Tatt( egg tart) sold in Tatt king at ground floor very delicious and nice.
First reason, it is crispy. I never taste a egg tart with so crispy external.
second the inside part also nice.
Price wise 1.80 per tatt. a bit expensive compare to normal price.
Rating 5+

right here waiting- story behind song

Richard Marx
"Right Here Waiting"
Written and Recorded by Richard Marx

My first album was released in 1987. A promo tour was planned that turned into a 15 month tour! I got really lucky. The first single was a hit, then the second.... I was dating my wife now, Cynthia Rhodes, and had been for about two and a half years. She'd already done a couple of things, Flashdance and Staying Alive, and she got a job in South Africa. I'd been on tour for so long that we really wanted some time together. Much to the horror of my agent and manager, I took two weeks off to fly down to South Africa in the middle of her shooting schedule. She'd already been gone for five or six weeks and we really missed being together. This was before email and text messaging and with the time change, it was hard to communicate. And it would be three months since I'd seen her.

It was 1988 and there were (rightfully) sanctions against apartheid and the political situation there. Had I been asked, I would have gladly given my anti-apartheid position, but no one asked me. I got a call three days before I was going to leave that my visa had been denied. I got shut down.

So now I had two weeks off with nothing to do except be miserable and miss her. I called a friend of mine and set up a day to write a song. For a songwriter, songwriting is therapy, only cheaper. I wrote a raging rock and roll song, my version of an AC/DC song. We were just about done, and my friend's phone rang and he excused himself to take the call.

There was a baby grand in another room in the house and I went straight to the piano. I sat down and "Right Here Waiting" spilled out effortlessly. It wrote itself in 12 minutes, the only time that ever happened to me. I grabbed an envelope I found and wrote down the lyrics. My friend heard me singing it and ran and got a tape recorder. He said I had to put it on tape right then. My only mission was to send it to Cynthia in South Africa to tell her how much I missed her. When she got it, the 4 minute song took her a full day to get through. She said that after every line she stopped and cried.

A few weeks later I got a call from Barbra Streisand. She'd heard my music and asked me to write a song for her. After I went home and started thinking about it, I thought about "Right Here Waiting" and decided to give it to her. She loved the music but wanted me to re-write the lyrics. She said, "I don't want to be right here waiting for anybody!"

I told her that I didn't want to, it was too personal. She said, "Why don't you record it?" I didn't want to -- it was too personal for me. I was in the studio recording my second album and everyone who heard it kept on telling me to record it. Very reluctantly, I did. Everyone who heard it said that I had to put it on my album.

The first single was "Satisfied," a rock and roll up tempo song that hit #1. Radio and my fans had jumped on "Right Here Waiting" immediately. That's when I realized that it is a universal song. It went to #1 and stayed there for three weeks. It was phenomenal for me. I framed the chart and sent it to Barbra with a note thanking her for turning down the song. We remind each other when we speak and laugh about it.

After all these years it's still the song in my show that pulls everyone in the room together. The audience is from 12-75 years old and they all sing every word. I start it and then just play the piano and let the audience sing. I'm thrilled to have a song that ubiquitous. Soldiers and their wives have told me, "It's our song." What a tremendous privilege that is!

I wrote it because I missed my wife really badly. It's not our song anymore -- in a good way. It's everyone's song.




P/S: I love this song very very much.

The hand-by jewel

Recently reading about chicken soup for my e mel. Find it interesting and wish to share with you all the story behind every song.
I will put the hand by jewel as my first input

Hand by jewel ADAPTED from chicken soup of the soul

I wrote the lyrics to this song when I was 18 and homeless. I had been living in a place I was renting and had a job at a computer warehouse where I answered phones. I had no money at all and was living paycheck to paycheck and still didn't have money for food. My boss propositioned me and when I wouldn't agree, he withheld my paycheck and wouldn't even acknowledge me when I went to his office and asked for it. My landlord was nice, but said that if he didn't get paid he would have to kick me out, which he did soon after.

I thought I would sleep in my car until I could get another job. I got really sick with kidney problems and got infections because I couldn't afford medications or doctors. When I tried to go to the emergency room, I almost died in my car in the parking lot because they turned me away since I had no insurance. One nice doctor saw me and helped me and even got me the medicine I needed.
I'm not proud of this, but I was so broke that I shoplifted. The only thing I took was food -- carrots and peanut butter. I couldn't keep a job because I kept getting sick. Then the car I was living in got stolen.

I was walking by a store window and saw a dress I really wanted. I remember it was $39. I'd never taken anything like that before and when I even considered it, I realized that I must have lost all faith in myself if I didn't think I would be able to afford $39! I knew then that I had to regain self-confidence. That's when I wrote the lyrics to this song.

If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be, we're all okay
And not to worry
'Cause worry is wasteful and useless
In times like these.

Life is a calcification of your thoughts. I was watching what my hands were doing. Are they opening or closing doors? Are they shoplifting or writing songs?

My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
and I am never broken.

I knew that even though I felt powerless, there was hope and I couldn't and wouldn't give up.

Poverty stole your golden shoes
But it didn't steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after.

Years later, things turned around and this song became a hit from my second album. My husband and I went camping in the mountains in northern California and as we were coming back down, we noticed an American flag at half mast. We thought a fireman may have perished because fires are not uncommon there. As we came further down, there were more flags at half mast. Finally, the radio worked and we learned that the twin towers had come down. It was surreal. Then we heard the DJ dedicate "Hands," a song I'd written at 18 at a dark time in my life, to America. It was an unbelievable experience.

You have to keep fighting for what you believe in.