Sept 11.
just that day, i happen to chance upon this documentary about jumpers from the Sept 11 incident.
and as i saw person after person cartwheeling, tumbling through the air, there was this clutch and ache in my left chest.
and you can't help but imagine the thoughts that ran through their minds as they plunge slowly but surely to the grounds.
some say that those were so brave, so courageous to choose this form of death.
to be able to stand at the window of the 110th floor, glance down and think, "i rather die jumping, my own form of death, than stay here and burn to death.", and then follow through with it and jump, flying throught the turbulence, tumbling, and the inevitable meeting fo the hard ground.
and on the way down, did they regret their decision?
a whole agonizing 10-second worth of free-falling, with no parachutes strapped to your back, no giant air mattress to break your fall.
that 10-second-wait is that culmination of their lives.
to go out oh-so-gloriously, oh-so-sensationally and oh-so-damning.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
of smarminess and EQ
there's this girl in lectures that totally pisses me off day after day after day, till earth stops to turn. *roars*
i hope she continues to sit far, far away from us, together with her posse.
there are meddies who despite, scoring top percentile in their VCE, have rock-bottom EQ.
i am definitely not the most EQ of people out there. (most EQ??)
but hey, give the rest of us a break.
we paid top dollar and lotsa lotsa dollars to sit in 1-hour lectures, hoping to get our money's worth of knowledge. (ergo us internationals and our full-fee places)
but you there, with that smarmy look on your face, have some common sense.
don't crack jokes about what the lecturer was wearing.
nor do i want to hear about your clever comments about how sex can lead to more than transient global amnesia.
and i do not want to hear what you did with your girlfriend last night.
and i sure hope as hell that your friends would have the courtesy to tell you to shut up, instead of laughing along with you or keeping as meek as possible.
*lols. i feel like some righteous nerd, campaigning for quieter lectures everywhere but that girl sure as hell, pisses me off to no end... or do i sound like a righteous nerd-slash-bitch?*
i hope she continues to sit far, far away from us, together with her posse.
there are meddies who despite, scoring top percentile in their VCE, have rock-bottom EQ.
i am definitely not the most EQ of people out there. (most EQ??)
but hey, give the rest of us a break.
we paid top dollar and lotsa lotsa dollars to sit in 1-hour lectures, hoping to get our money's worth of knowledge. (ergo us internationals and our full-fee places)
but you there, with that smarmy look on your face, have some common sense.
don't crack jokes about what the lecturer was wearing.
nor do i want to hear about your clever comments about how sex can lead to more than transient global amnesia.
and i do not want to hear what you did with your girlfriend last night.
and i sure hope as hell that your friends would have the courtesy to tell you to shut up, instead of laughing along with you or keeping as meek as possible.
*lols. i feel like some righteous nerd, campaigning for quieter lectures everywhere but that girl sure as hell, pisses me off to no end... or do i sound like a righteous nerd-slash-bitch?*
Thursday, September 04, 2008
of spree and whee-ness
sitting next on my bedside table is a whopping amount of 9 books stacked on top of each other.makes for some impressive tower of books.
and my heart totally skips a beat whenever i glance it.
lols.
thanks to the outrageous Spring Sale for Borders where everything was 15% off for that night and of course, the wonderful med peeps who got me a 50bucks book voucher for my lovely bday which i totally put to good use.
*hearts* med peeps and Borders!!
you need to understand that since i'm in Melb and books are darn pricey here, having 9 books at one go is heaven on earth for me. hence the excited gushing post.
and the fruits of my spree is sitting there, waiting for me.thank goodness for the non-exam period where i can indulge just a bit more than usual.
wheee...
and i love falling alseep to the smell of those pages, new books and old library tomes alike.
Monday, September 01, 2008
of fictionary playmates and schizo
i was daydreaming that day of authoring and illustrating children's books.
and of a pig with wings and could fly and having adventures all over the place even though people and pigs alike enlighten him about the fact that anything that is impossible to achieve can only be done when pigs can fly.
sense the irony? lols.
and my little piggy hero will be called Jiggles due to the jiggling fats on his tummy.
and also of another cute albeit past-his-due-date doggy who decided to learn new tricks.
hence teaching an old dog new tricks. lols
and also of another fish who wanted so much to explore earth and its earthlings that she built an mobile aquarium that could travel the globe.
hence fish out of water!! lols
exams creates little fictionary animal playmates in your imagination, you know?
but i am quite sure that i am not hearing voices (ergo schizophrenia)...
i just see little moving coloured scenes in my mind's eye when the stories unfold.
sometimes, i just get too ahead of myself. lols.
and of a pig with wings and could fly and having adventures all over the place even though people and pigs alike enlighten him about the fact that anything that is impossible to achieve can only be done when pigs can fly.
sense the irony? lols.
and my little piggy hero will be called Jiggles due to the jiggling fats on his tummy.
and also of another cute albeit past-his-due-date doggy who decided to learn new tricks.
hence teaching an old dog new tricks. lols
and also of another fish who wanted so much to explore earth and its earthlings that she built an mobile aquarium that could travel the globe.
hence fish out of water!! lols
exams creates little fictionary animal playmates in your imagination, you know?
but i am quite sure that i am not hearing voices (ergo schizophrenia)...
i just see little moving coloured scenes in my mind's eye when the stories unfold.
sometimes, i just get too ahead of myself. lols.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
of that beginning and the end
the week started off somewhat badly, in a way.
the lectures were awful to goodness.
and textbooks and Lectopia weren't helping at all.
sucks.
but hey, it's our dear Shaleen's 21st on Thurs and she's having a glam party on Friday at some Docklands bar/club.
should be a nice resounding end to the week. TGIF!!
and i can finally have fun with the girls. it's been ages!!
and i've been a very good girl, haven't gone clubbing. it's been ages too!!
can't wait for that night. am not gonna miss it for the world...
hopefully, it goes swimmingly...
if Nicholas Chai Chien Hui is reading this post, give me your Sg number leh...
and ask Sushi to give to me too!!
totally sucks la, I sms all the way from Aussieland and I get no reply from both of you NUS-ers.
omg, don't tell me you forgotten little ole' primary-schoolmate me since you have your big, glam NUS peeps. lols.
i'm waiting....
the lectures were awful to goodness.
and textbooks and Lectopia weren't helping at all.
sucks.
but hey, it's our dear Shaleen's 21st on Thurs and she's having a glam party on Friday at some Docklands bar/club.
should be a nice resounding end to the week. TGIF!!
and i can finally have fun with the girls. it's been ages!!
and i've been a very good girl, haven't gone clubbing. it's been ages too!!
can't wait for that night. am not gonna miss it for the world...
hopefully, it goes swimmingly...
if Nicholas Chai Chien Hui is reading this post, give me your Sg number leh...
and ask Sushi to give to me too!!
totally sucks la, I sms all the way from Aussieland and I get no reply from both of you NUS-ers.
omg, don't tell me you forgotten little ole' primary-schoolmate me since you have your big, glam NUS peeps. lols.
i'm waiting....
Sunday, August 17, 2008
hello.
the weekend was all good.
started off the TGIF with a good solid 4-hour-long dose of pure japanese anime at uni.
it was the annual Geek Film Fest and Friday night was Anime Night for geeks campuswide.
totally *hearts* Laputa and Mermaid Saga.
and and and... i met Kiki, who was as wonderful and talk-eable as before.
it was great to see that girl again.
then Saturday came and went with a visit to Crown and Ikea for some meatball fun.
and olympics awesomeness.
and Sunday was same old, same old.
Supre was having massive sales btw.
will need to spend time rifting through the racks someday.
the weekend was all good.
started off the TGIF with a good solid 4-hour-long dose of pure japanese anime at uni.
it was the annual Geek Film Fest and Friday night was Anime Night for geeks campuswide.
totally *hearts* Laputa and Mermaid Saga.
and and and... i met Kiki, who was as wonderful and talk-eable as before.
it was great to see that girl again.
then Saturday came and went with a visit to Crown and Ikea for some meatball fun.
and olympics awesomeness.
and Sunday was same old, same old.
Supre was having massive sales btw.
will need to spend time rifting through the racks someday.
Monday, August 11, 2008
of perspectives
all this while,
i've been enamoured by the olympics opening ceremony and the floating torch-bearer.
and
i've been preoccupied by the quiz tomorrow.
and on the other side of the world,
2 countries and 2 separatist governments are at war.
all in the name of souverignity.
and still, no peace corridor has been extended by the leaders yet.
leaving the wounded and journalists trapped in basements, ruins and most horrifyingly, a near-collapse hospital.
and as usual,
it puts life to perspective.
the olympics doesn't hold the usual glamour and anticipation for me now.
it seems more of a facade for politicians to mingle and put on their best peace-keeping faces.
and it takes attention away from every other world crisis.
while Aussie tv has been showing images of Steph Rice breaking the world record, nothing has been said about the South Ossetia war, other than a few passing sentences on the 6pm news.
and tomorrow, more images of olympic winnings will be shown on TV
and
we will be having panic attacks at a test that has only 16 MCQs
and
we will obsess over every little detail of neuroanatomy.
such perspectives.
i've been enamoured by the olympics opening ceremony and the floating torch-bearer.
and
i've been preoccupied by the quiz tomorrow.
and on the other side of the world,
2 countries and 2 separatist governments are at war.
all in the name of souverignity.
and still, no peace corridor has been extended by the leaders yet.
leaving the wounded and journalists trapped in basements, ruins and most horrifyingly, a near-collapse hospital.
and as usual,
it puts life to perspective.
the olympics doesn't hold the usual glamour and anticipation for me now.
it seems more of a facade for politicians to mingle and put on their best peace-keeping faces.
and it takes attention away from every other world crisis.
while Aussie tv has been showing images of Steph Rice breaking the world record, nothing has been said about the South Ossetia war, other than a few passing sentences on the 6pm news.
and tomorrow, more images of olympic winnings will be shown on TV
and
we will be having panic attacks at a test that has only 16 MCQs
and
we will obsess over every little detail of neuroanatomy.
such perspectives.
Friday, August 08, 2008
of random phrases
phrase of the day:
"chou2 mei2 ku2 lian3-ing"
statement of the day:
" i swear i won't go havoc-ing."
statement of yesterday:
"i bruise like a to-mah-toe."
understatement of the day before yesterday:
"i have all four books, you know."
"duh."
overstatement of the day before yesterday:
"i have twelve books of the four books."
"haha. very funny."
and the boys had a wonderful beginning to their futsal journey.
it's a 4-2 glorious result.
and a pretty crappy cramp came out of that which scared the hell out of me. lols.
and after so long, today, we all got together for lunch and bridge.
and it was wonderful.
truly.
it's the small things that matter.
outisders see the big picture.
but sometimes, all you need is a little perspective and the small details that delight the soul.
"chou2 mei2 ku2 lian3-ing"
statement of the day:
" i swear i won't go havoc-ing."
statement of yesterday:
"i bruise like a to-mah-toe."
understatement of the day before yesterday:
"i have all four books, you know."
"duh."
overstatement of the day before yesterday:
"i have twelve books of the four books."
"haha. very funny."
and the boys had a wonderful beginning to their futsal journey.
it's a 4-2 glorious result.
and a pretty crappy cramp came out of that which scared the hell out of me. lols.
and after so long, today, we all got together for lunch and bridge.
and it was wonderful.
truly.
it's the small things that matter.
outisders see the big picture.
but sometimes, all you need is a little perspective and the small details that delight the soul.
Thursday, August 07, 2008
of songs
i need quirky songs now as i am buried, literally suffocating under the load of work i have to do.
Baby's Romance by Chris Garneau is on repeat right now.
The baby's sleeping in the crib up top
And baby's sleeping above you
You will lift him to the parking lot
Your car is waiting there for you
Your car is waiting there for you
I would like to see a little more propriety,
Cooperate with me and answer me
Without a plea.
I know now, I know now,
I know now, I'm gonna tell on you.
I know now, I know now,
I know now, I'm never gonna tell on you.
The whiskey's waiting on the firetop,
The baby's going to drink too.
The lady's got no clothes she's at the shop.
But if she'd knew then she'd kill you.
The bugs are out cause they come out at night,
Usually they just bite our hands.
Cause normally we have clothes on without a fight,
But now fighting's a part of baby's romance.
But now fighting's a part of baby's romance.
I would like to see a little more propriety,
Cooperate with me and answer me
Without a plea.
been trying to figure out what this song really means.
or maybe, it's just the fact that it's so all over the place that appeals to me.
because my mind certainly is all over the damn place.
Baby's Romance by Chris Garneau is on repeat right now.
The baby's sleeping in the crib up top
And baby's sleeping above you
You will lift him to the parking lot
Your car is waiting there for you
Your car is waiting there for you
I would like to see a little more propriety,
Cooperate with me and answer me
Without a plea.
I know now, I know now,
I know now, I'm gonna tell on you.
I know now, I know now,
I know now, I'm never gonna tell on you.
The whiskey's waiting on the firetop,
The baby's going to drink too.
The lady's got no clothes she's at the shop.
But if she'd knew then she'd kill you.
The bugs are out cause they come out at night,
Usually they just bite our hands.
Cause normally we have clothes on without a fight,
But now fighting's a part of baby's romance.
But now fighting's a part of baby's romance.
I would like to see a little more propriety,
Cooperate with me and answer me
Without a plea.
been trying to figure out what this song really means.
or maybe, it's just the fact that it's so all over the place that appeals to me.
because my mind certainly is all over the damn place.
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
of dirty mnemonics and rainbows
just that day, i saw a double rainbow!
just the prettiest things.
and i must learn the dermatome dance one day from YouTube.
coz learning the damn spinal segments is no fun, thank you very much.
and i just heard the dirtiest mnemonic from my PBL classmate that day.
he claims that you will never ever forget the sequence of the cranial nerves ever, ever, ever again!!
even now, i'm just too embarassed to tell the girls about it. lols.
something about a virgin and the V word and the H word.
but hey, if it helps you remember, my dear PBL mate, go ahead then.
lols.
just the prettiest things.
and i must learn the dermatome dance one day from YouTube.
coz learning the damn spinal segments is no fun, thank you very much.
and i just heard the dirtiest mnemonic from my PBL classmate that day.
he claims that you will never ever forget the sequence of the cranial nerves ever, ever, ever again!!
even now, i'm just too embarassed to tell the girls about it. lols.
something about a virgin and the V word and the H word.
but hey, if it helps you remember, my dear PBL mate, go ahead then.
lols.
Monday, August 04, 2008
of books and madness
Mel has the latest and lastest book of the Steph Meyer's vampire saga in her hands right now.
well, metaphorically in her hands.
because the med nerd in her chose to relinquish and banish the book to a far-off place just this evening.
because the med nerd in her knows the book-crazed nerd in her and knows that the book-crazed nerd will spend the entire night trying to finish the 730++page book and abandon her revision for her upcoming test.
*damn that med nerd in her!!*
*stupid, stupid conscience!!*
anyways, i''m not looking forward to the movie adaptation of it.
i've pretty much condemned any movie adaptaion of any literature.
the exceptions being LOTR (the books took me sooo long to finish that i nearly went crazy!!) and the BBC version of Pride and Prejudice with Colin Firth in it (I've always had a thing for him, ever since i saw him in that series... *swoons*).
and i took a peek at the Twilight movie trailer on YouTube...
and omg...
it looked boring!!!
Edward was played by this dude who did Cedric Diggory in Harry Potter and he looked terrible!!
and Bella... was well, un-extraordinary...
i've always pictured with her as a strong, exotic, incredible, different kinda beauty.
but in the movie, she was just so... blah.
owells, i still have Breaking Dawn to look forward to!! yayness...
well, metaphorically in her hands.
because the med nerd in her chose to relinquish and banish the book to a far-off place just this evening.
because the med nerd in her knows the book-crazed nerd in her and knows that the book-crazed nerd will spend the entire night trying to finish the 730++page book and abandon her revision for her upcoming test.
*damn that med nerd in her!!*
*stupid, stupid conscience!!*
anyways, i''m not looking forward to the movie adaptation of it.
i've pretty much condemned any movie adaptaion of any literature.
the exceptions being LOTR (the books took me sooo long to finish that i nearly went crazy!!) and the BBC version of Pride and Prejudice with Colin Firth in it (I've always had a thing for him, ever since i saw him in that series... *swoons*).
and i took a peek at the Twilight movie trailer on YouTube...
and omg...
it looked boring!!!
Edward was played by this dude who did Cedric Diggory in Harry Potter and he looked terrible!!
and Bella... was well, un-extraordinary...
i've always pictured with her as a strong, exotic, incredible, different kinda beauty.
but in the movie, she was just so... blah.
owells, i still have Breaking Dawn to look forward to!! yayness...
of quirkiness
quite the quirky song...
The Man Who Can't Be Moved - The Script
Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag not I'm not gonna move,
Got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand,
Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am,
Some try to hand me money they don't understand,
I'm not... broke I'm just a broken hearted man,
I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do,
How can I move on when I've been in love with you...
Cos if one day you wake up and find that your missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place that we'd meet,
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
So I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.
i'm in another phase now.
the quirky-songs phase.
so what's new??
and i just had the most satisfying Sunday afternoon with a book. i'm almost embarassed to admit this but i have sorta kinda a thing for John Constantine ever since i devoured the Hellblazer comics and watched that kick-ass movie.
and on my weekly Safeway trip, i felt this pull to Borders and in i went and got the paperback adaptation for Constantine and proceeded to finish it in 3 hours straight.
it was an awesome book.
it's the whole tortured, cynical, chain-smoking, saving-the-world-in-his-own-kick-ass-way, anti-hero complex that I'm drawn to. *swoons*
oh and not to mention, the very cool fight occult elements in it.
The Man Who Can't Be Moved - The Script
Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag not I'm not gonna move,
Got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand,
Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am,
Some try to hand me money they don't understand,
I'm not... broke I'm just a broken hearted man,
I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do,
How can I move on when I've been in love with you...
Cos if one day you wake up and find that your missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place that we'd meet,
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
So I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.
i'm in another phase now.
the quirky-songs phase.
so what's new??
and i just had the most satisfying Sunday afternoon with a book. i'm almost embarassed to admit this but i have sorta kinda a thing for John Constantine ever since i devoured the Hellblazer comics and watched that kick-ass movie.
and on my weekly Safeway trip, i felt this pull to Borders and in i went and got the paperback adaptation for Constantine and proceeded to finish it in 3 hours straight.
it was an awesome book.
it's the whole tortured, cynical, chain-smoking, saving-the-world-in-his-own-kick-ass-way, anti-hero complex that I'm drawn to. *swoons*
oh and not to mention, the very cool fight occult elements in it.
Saturday, August 02, 2008
2 things i can't wait for in this coming week:
the Beijing olympics 3-hour long opening ceromony choreographed by the famed Zhang Yimou (equivalent to the hype of a nation showing the entire world what they are capable of)
and
the 4th and final book of Steph Meyer's vampire saga, Breaking Dawn (equivalent to the release last book of Harry Potter, in young female adult fiction world)
the Beijing olympics 3-hour long opening ceromony choreographed by the famed Zhang Yimou (equivalent to the hype of a nation showing the entire world what they are capable of)
and
the 4th and final book of Steph Meyer's vampire saga, Breaking Dawn (equivalent to the release last book of Harry Potter, in young female adult fiction world)
Monday, July 28, 2008
RIP Randy Pausch
I heard the most shocking news from Pheyyee today...
Randy Pausch of The Last Lecture fame passed away last Friday morning.
I always knew his death was inevitable
and i'm sure that he did the best he can to preserve some of himself for his kids.
But ultimately, it's so unfair a person as good as him is dead at such a young age.
and with three young kids.
Heath's death was a shock too.
but honestly, after a while, i don't care two hoots that he's dead.
But Randy on other hand, is a person that the world can benefit from.
he brings out the young kids in us with our childhood aspirations.
he tells us all about head fakes.
he was a Disney Imagineer.
he floated on zero-gravity.
he wrote a book and gave The Last Lecture for his children.
and that very book is the book that made me cry all over it, smudging the pages.
so thanks dad for introducing me that book. in that very way, Mr Pausch reminds me of you.
Rest In Peace, Mr Pausch
Randy Pausch of The Last Lecture fame passed away last Friday morning.
I always knew his death was inevitable
and i'm sure that he did the best he can to preserve some of himself for his kids.
But ultimately, it's so unfair a person as good as him is dead at such a young age.
and with three young kids.
Heath's death was a shock too.
but honestly, after a while, i don't care two hoots that he's dead.
But Randy on other hand, is a person that the world can benefit from.
he brings out the young kids in us with our childhood aspirations.
he tells us all about head fakes.
he was a Disney Imagineer.
he floated on zero-gravity.
he wrote a book and gave The Last Lecture for his children.
and that very book is the book that made me cry all over it, smudging the pages.
so thanks dad for introducing me that book. in that very way, Mr Pausch reminds me of you.
Rest In Peace, Mr Pausch
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
of tomyam and riots
my tummy is eternally damaged by the junk that i put it through daily.... grinding up the different types of food that i wolf down is no joke i tell you.
just ask anyone and they can tell you how many cravings i can have for just one day...
and i am currently in love with tomyam soup!!
so now my tummy has protested and raised a damn big riot. &*(@%@$!!
thus, i am home sick with the gastric-and-food-poisoning bit with the periodic flipping of the tummy.
it's crazy i tell you.
hello, bland tasteless porridge.
good bye, flavorful yummylicious tomyam. it's been great knowing you.
just ask anyone and they can tell you how many cravings i can have for just one day...
and i am currently in love with tomyam soup!!
so now my tummy has protested and raised a damn big riot. &*(@%@$!!
thus, i am home sick with the gastric-and-food-poisoning bit with the periodic flipping of the tummy.
it's crazy i tell you.
hello, bland tasteless porridge.
good bye, flavorful yummylicious tomyam. it's been great knowing you.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
of 2nd hand and preloved and vintage
such a rainy Sunday.
really puts a damper on the soul, what with expectations of unearthing potential treasures from Camberwell Market.
but hey, at least PheyYee managed to get 4 pretty, pre-loved dresses for under 20bucks.
it's all about cheap thrills.
and cheap thrills are all we can afford, being poor overseas students.
and man, did I have cheap thrills at Savers on Sydney Road that day.
frankly, didn't think that I was going to buy stuff there but i emerged with this cool dark green bamboo bag, leather trench, a buttons-filled top and a Peter-Pan-inspired top for less than 25moolah.
it's all about that excitation of getting bargains after reefing through racks of pre-loved clothes.
and i choose to call them 2nd hand clothes as pre-loved or better yet, vintage.
and we all know vintage is sooooo "in" right now.
XOXO
**newsflash: Mel has a phase obsession right now and it has something to do with one little Facebook application called Piece Of Flair. there's just some satisfaction in stumbling upon the right little button badge that aptly describes you.**
really puts a damper on the soul, what with expectations of unearthing potential treasures from Camberwell Market.
but hey, at least PheyYee managed to get 4 pretty, pre-loved dresses for under 20bucks.
it's all about cheap thrills.
and cheap thrills are all we can afford, being poor overseas students.
and man, did I have cheap thrills at Savers on Sydney Road that day.
frankly, didn't think that I was going to buy stuff there but i emerged with this cool dark green bamboo bag, leather trench, a buttons-filled top and a Peter-Pan-inspired top for less than 25moolah.
it's all about that excitation of getting bargains after reefing through racks of pre-loved clothes.
and i choose to call them 2nd hand clothes as pre-loved or better yet, vintage.
and we all know vintage is sooooo "in" right now.
XOXO
**newsflash: Mel has a phase obsession right now and it has something to do with one little Facebook application called Piece Of Flair. there's just some satisfaction in stumbling upon the right little button badge that aptly describes you.**
Friday, June 20, 2008
of that post-exams euphoria
and so we started off post exams celebrations with just the right dose of clubbing awesomeness. music wasn't that good (me wants a GOOD R&B dance club session soooon!!) but boy, it was one night that opened my eyes to some strange going-ons of the med student variety. the bold, the beautiful and also, the downright desperate... 
the ultimate yum-cha session that trumps all others... the one where we ordered mountains of bite-sized food and tak the whole of 3 hours and only paid 16 bucks. one damn-worth-it session, i must say. and the company was wonderful...never was one for KBoxing but true to the post exams celebrations motto of "Trying every darn thing", we girls had an all-out KBoxing session at 12midnight and stayed till the place closed and chased us away.
we didn't want to leave actually. we had so much fun screaming the place down with angry-girl songs and sweet ballads. and boy, can AiLynn go all Marion Raven on us!!
never was a friend of the mike, thus my act-shy face and Jacq's die-die-must-sing face... lols
and can i just say that PheyYee knows every sweet romantic ballad of the Chinese variety and the English ones too!!! lols now i know what makes her heart tick!! 
all-out craziness + post exam euphoria + KBox session + wonderful company = one kick-ass girls night out
on another note, caught Sex and The City with mum that day. i'm not an avid fan of the long running series but like every female in the cinema, i admire the wardrobe. spectacularly drool-worthy.
the dialogue was snappy with clever comebacks.
but in the end, i left the cinema, pumped with new couture ideas swirling in my mind and the need for a more feminist female lead.
i'm a sucker for romance and i lap up love letters like there's not tomorrow. but the whole thing about Mr Big COPYING the love letters of great men is frankly... unoriginal and devoid of any meaning. any illiterate person can just type the letters and send it to their love ones and would they get back their ditched-at-their-altar lover back?? i think NOT.
and the ONE love letter that he wrote was superbly short and... somewhat mechanical to me. it's something like you write a business partner.
talk about fear of commitment....
talk about fear of commitment....
and the whole affair of Carrie taking back Mr Big is just so blase. it's frankly disconcerting to know that they have been on-again, off-again for a freaking 10 years. and being a big city girl, if someone ditches you after 10 long years of fiddling with my heartstrings,you would think that commitment was never in his vocab to begin with. but Carrie just HAD to take him back huh?
but what the heck, the shoes and the bags and the wardrobe just about made the whole lack-of-feminism issue pale in comparison.
disclaimer: Mel is not a true-blue fan of Sex and the City and might have been shooting her mouth off at Carrie's unfeminist behavior but hey, it's her blog so it's her mess and it's her business. so true-blue Carrie fans, do not flame her.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
of the hollowness and infatuations
me loves loves loves the end of exams.
for once, i don't panic at that emptiness, hollow feeling in my cranial cavity.
awesomeness is what i call it.
and the day out with my mum was great. i really did miss the city and the stream of shoppers in their multitude of clothes and actions. ( i almost think i forgot how it looked like, i swear)
and it's the girl in me that had me buy stuff that felt good to hold in my hands with their clear shopping bags.
and we went all the way to Collingwood (!!) to source for mum's beads.
it's her new infatuation now.
both me and her have our fair share of infatuations. (lols)
and am swooning now to Jeff Buckley's Hallulujah. what a haunting voice.
and i never could figure out the meaning in that song.
but it reminds me of those rainy, gloomy days.
**i have this weird little flippy feeling in my tummy these few days just because of the view. it's just due to an infatuation, i think. that feeling of unattainable-ness. it drives me to Google it. yes, i'm guilty of Googling it. and a fair share amount of time was due to that.**
for once, i don't panic at that emptiness, hollow feeling in my cranial cavity.
awesomeness is what i call it.
and the day out with my mum was great. i really did miss the city and the stream of shoppers in their multitude of clothes and actions. ( i almost think i forgot how it looked like, i swear)
and it's the girl in me that had me buy stuff that felt good to hold in my hands with their clear shopping bags.
and we went all the way to Collingwood (!!) to source for mum's beads.
it's her new infatuation now.
both me and her have our fair share of infatuations. (lols)
and am swooning now to Jeff Buckley's Hallulujah. what a haunting voice.
and i never could figure out the meaning in that song.
but it reminds me of those rainy, gloomy days.
**i have this weird little flippy feeling in my tummy these few days just because of the view. it's just due to an infatuation, i think. that feeling of unattainable-ness. it drives me to Google it. yes, i'm guilty of Googling it. and a fair share amount of time was due to that.**
Sunday, June 15, 2008
DALY = YLL + YLD
my DALY is slowly piling up due to the insufferable hours of mumbo-jumboing Health Practice and all the incorrigible new terms i have to stuff down my throat and pray that they will remain in my brain come HP D-day.
and i can just reiterate the reasons for my increasing YLL:
- the many hours gluing my butt to the bloody chair
- the many hours spent squinting at the bloody small text on the lecture notes
- the many hours my brain spent trying to make sense of "systematic review"
- the many hours spent not exercising (hah! that's a good one!! lols)
- the many hours my shoulders are hunched up (i can feel my supraspinatus getting out of shape already)
- the many hours not sleeping and staying awake for bloody HP
HP = bane of my life
but
HP = hurdle requirement
so
HP = die-die must pass subject (which i probably will die trying)
Mel's suggestion:
go google epidemiology terminology and read it for fun... not for the faint hearted.
update: lols, i just realised what a whiny little girl i am.
my DALY is slowly piling up due to the insufferable hours of mumbo-jumboing Health Practice and all the incorrigible new terms i have to stuff down my throat and pray that they will remain in my brain come HP D-day.
and i can just reiterate the reasons for my increasing YLL:
- the many hours gluing my butt to the bloody chair
- the many hours spent squinting at the bloody small text on the lecture notes
- the many hours my brain spent trying to make sense of "systematic review"
- the many hours spent not exercising (hah! that's a good one!! lols)
- the many hours my shoulders are hunched up (i can feel my supraspinatus getting out of shape already)
- the many hours not sleeping and staying awake for bloody HP
HP = bane of my life
but
HP = hurdle requirement
so
HP = die-die must pass subject (which i probably will die trying)
Mel's suggestion:
go google epidemiology terminology and read it for fun... not for the faint hearted.
update: lols, i just realised what a whiny little girl i am.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
rach said something really cool today (some would say lame, but wth. anything that can make me laugh is welcomed during this period.)
she was all, " Jasper very "mai4 yu2" for not wanting to share his smooth-face secret with us"
and Kim went, "mai4 yu2?? as in sell fish??"
and then we all went, "ohhhhhh...."
geddit? mai4 yu2 = sell fish= selfish??
"mai4 yu2" being the mandarin equivalent of selling fish for the chinese-illiterate.
lols.
just had to blog this one up.
that and rach's (again!!) "see you, alligator" good-byes.
she was all, " Jasper very "mai4 yu2" for not wanting to share his smooth-face secret with us"
and Kim went, "mai4 yu2?? as in sell fish??"
and then we all went, "ohhhhhh...."
geddit? mai4 yu2 = sell fish= selfish??
"mai4 yu2" being the mandarin equivalent of selling fish for the chinese-illiterate.
lols.
just had to blog this one up.
that and rach's (again!!) "see you, alligator" good-byes.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
my wish list changes often but at the top of the list, occupying permenant headspace would be the ability to absorb knowledge through power of osmosis...
i don't mind if i have to read the other half when the concentration gradient is no more. at least i still would have some info retained in my brain.
sad that this would never ever happen.
**
the cadever next to mine has a knee joint replacement. so instead of just pink and white cartilage, it was all shiny metal at the ends of the bone and a white plastic-ey meniscus in between.
wasn't what i expected prosthetic knee joints to be.
and dissection pracs really puts me off food sometimes.
the dissection lab smells of lap cheong eating it would remind me of that.
the fats on the cadever's body looked like nasi kunyit to me. so that's off the menu for while. (the cadever today was really fatty and my hand came out from the cadever all slick and shiny with fats. *shudders*)
**
the boy just had his hair cut yesterday. so now he looks like a boy, a much smaller boy. lols.
i don't mind if i have to read the other half when the concentration gradient is no more. at least i still would have some info retained in my brain.
sad that this would never ever happen.
**
the cadever next to mine has a knee joint replacement. so instead of just pink and white cartilage, it was all shiny metal at the ends of the bone and a white plastic-ey meniscus in between.
wasn't what i expected prosthetic knee joints to be.
and dissection pracs really puts me off food sometimes.
the dissection lab smells of lap cheong eating it would remind me of that.
the fats on the cadever's body looked like nasi kunyit to me. so that's off the menu for while. (the cadever today was really fatty and my hand came out from the cadever all slick and shiny with fats. *shudders*)
**
the boy just had his hair cut yesterday. so now he looks like a boy, a much smaller boy. lols.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Sunday, May 18, 2008
i'm pretty sure i have OCD.
or maybe i've just been watching Friends a tad much last few months and am channeling Monica (which is btw my favourite character, next to Chandler).
i need my bed to be made the exact way before i start studying.
i need the kitchen clean and sparkly right after dinner.
i need the fridge to have the same layers with the right foods on it.
i need my desk to be cleared of clutter at least 2 feet around me.
i need my throw pillows to be in the exact same positions where i left them.
or maybe i'm just a somewhat neat freak.
or maybe i've just been watching Friends a tad much last few months and am channeling Monica (which is btw my favourite character, next to Chandler).
i need my bed to be made the exact way before i start studying.
i need the kitchen clean and sparkly right after dinner.
i need the fridge to have the same layers with the right foods on it.
i need my desk to be cleared of clutter at least 2 feet around me.
i need my throw pillows to be in the exact same positions where i left them.
or maybe i'm just a somewhat neat freak.
Friday, May 16, 2008
of brothers and cousins
one thing great about doing anatomy is that you get to use cool names, cool latin names.eg how can you not grin when you hear "gluteus maximus"?
and "phalange" just reminds me of Phobe aka Regina Phalange...
"Rachel, you have to get off the plane now. It has no phalange"....
that scene is always a classic with me.
but then again, me and anatomy have a love-hate relationship.
unlike biochem, which is a total disaster of a relationship, totally dysfunctional with it being the dominant, OCD party.
so this week being my brother's 18th, just got to make a big deal of the occasion i guess. just gotta celebrate the whole-turning-legal-and-possibility-of-getting-jailed thing.
being the nice sister that I am (contrary to the above meanie picture), I decided that a BBQ party will be just dandy for him. and being the nice sister I am, I morphed into David Tutera (ohhh, how I MISS that show!!! blah~~~ digressing) and got the stuff going with some helper muscle of course (eg my little baby cousin and of course, the boy). one cannot lug back 6kg of meat on one's own, especially if one is a small-sized, puny-muscled, 20-year-old female.
and thanks to PheyYee and Jacq who helped run the BBQ!!
we uni students, feel so ooollldddd compared to the Trinity-ians.
the guys could resist posing with the soccer ball candles that I was excited to find in this party supply store.
a random shot... a really, really random shot. 
how can you not look at the above picture and not grin??!!
the boys enjoying their cakes and leaving me just the crumbs.
then the rest of the night was just spent at the arcade and taking pictures.
a random shot... a really, really random shot. how can you not look at the above picture and not grin??!!the boys enjoying their cakes and leaving me just the crumbs.then the rest of the night was just spent at the arcade and taking pictures.
p.s. i love my camera!! yay-ness... thanks to my lovely parents!!
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
of retribution and karma
first it was Cyclone Nargis in Burma.
then today it's the earthquake in Western China.
one does wonder, out of utter indifference of course, whether it was retribution for the the recent actions.
but one thing for sure that can be said is China will definitely handle this crisis better than the military junta in Burma.
the latter sure is one hard-headed block of wood with no feelings whatsoever.
it's just ridiculous for the people to suffer for their brand of "self-efficiency".
the world has gone mad, is all I can say.
***
on a more frivolous note, i went shopping for my brother's presents and i bought something for myself and it's like the first purchase that i made since coming back. (suddenly, in my mind's eye, i see myself as a frugal nun!! lols) and it's a freaking pair of fingerless gloves. only 8 bucks!! and i needed the gloves as it's freezing so it's like a necessity buy, not even an impulse buy. anatomy can do such drastic impact on my buying impulses, i tell you. *smirks self-righteously*
then today it's the earthquake in Western China.
one does wonder, out of utter indifference of course, whether it was retribution for the the recent actions.
but one thing for sure that can be said is China will definitely handle this crisis better than the military junta in Burma.
the latter sure is one hard-headed block of wood with no feelings whatsoever.
it's just ridiculous for the people to suffer for their brand of "self-efficiency".
the world has gone mad, is all I can say.
***
on a more frivolous note, i went shopping for my brother's presents and i bought something for myself and it's like the first purchase that i made since coming back. (suddenly, in my mind's eye, i see myself as a frugal nun!! lols) and it's a freaking pair of fingerless gloves. only 8 bucks!! and i needed the gloves as it's freezing so it's like a necessity buy, not even an impulse buy. anatomy can do such drastic impact on my buying impulses, i tell you. *smirks self-righteously*
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
of doing right and the fake girlfriend
Lars Lindstrom: How'd you know?
Gus: How'd I know what?
Lars Lindstrom: That you were a man
Gus: Well, it's not like you're one thing or the other, okay? There's still a kid inside but you grow up when you decide to do right, okay, and not what's right for you, what's right for everybody, even when it hurts.
Lars Lindstrom: Okay, like what?
Gus: Like, you know, like, you don't jerk people around, you know, and you don't cheat on your woman, and you take care of your family, you know, and you admit when you're wrong, or you try to, anyways. That's all I can think of, you know - it sound like it's easy and for some reason it's not.
Lars And The Real Girl was an awesome film. you would think that you can't cry at a film that involves a sex doll as a fake girlfriend.
but i did. just a teensy bit.
because Biance "reached out from her wheelchair and touched us all".... lol.
note to self: must get Nova membership sooooon...
Gus: How'd I know what?
Lars Lindstrom: That you were a man
Gus: Well, it's not like you're one thing or the other, okay? There's still a kid inside but you grow up when you decide to do right, okay, and not what's right for you, what's right for everybody, even when it hurts.
Lars Lindstrom: Okay, like what?
Gus: Like, you know, like, you don't jerk people around, you know, and you don't cheat on your woman, and you take care of your family, you know, and you admit when you're wrong, or you try to, anyways. That's all I can think of, you know - it sound like it's easy and for some reason it's not.
Lars And The Real Girl was an awesome film. you would think that you can't cry at a film that involves a sex doll as a fake girlfriend.
but i did. just a teensy bit.
because Biance "reached out from her wheelchair and touched us all".... lol.
note to self: must get Nova membership sooooon...
Saturday, May 03, 2008
of Desree and Romeo and Juliet
Romeo and Juliet has always been one of my favourite epic love story ever.
Cheesy as that may be, I don't care. I grew up reading Shakespeare and this particular one is just close to my heart.
Not something I can relate to, but heck, the words have always been bee-yoo-tiful and I tear up every single time, even though I don't exactly condone the whole-suicide-without-your-love affair and Romeo's flights of fancies that change by the minute.
But, you just have to adore the intensity of the "star-crossed"lovers going about with their love lives. Nothing can divert them from their love affairs.
Cue Desree's Kissing You from Romeo+Juliet (again, my favourite song for the nights)
Pride can stand a thousand trials
The strong will never fall
But watching stars without you
My soul cries
Heaving heart is full of pain
Oooh, oooh, the aching '
Cause I'm kissing you, oooh
I'm kissing you, oooh
Touch me deep, pure and true
Give to me forever
'Cause I'm kissing you, oooh
I'm kissing you, oooh Where are you now
Where are you now
'Cause I'm kissing you
I'm kissing you, oooh
Cheesy as that may be, I don't care. I grew up reading Shakespeare and this particular one is just close to my heart.
Not something I can relate to, but heck, the words have always been bee-yoo-tiful and I tear up every single time, even though I don't exactly condone the whole-suicide-without-your-love affair and Romeo's flights of fancies that change by the minute.
But, you just have to adore the intensity of the "star-crossed"lovers going about with their love lives. Nothing can divert them from their love affairs.
Cue Desree's Kissing You from Romeo+Juliet (again, my favourite song for the nights)
Pride can stand a thousand trials
The strong will never fall
But watching stars without you
My soul cries
Heaving heart is full of pain
Oooh, oooh, the aching '
Cause I'm kissing you, oooh
I'm kissing you, oooh
Touch me deep, pure and true
Give to me forever
'Cause I'm kissing you, oooh
I'm kissing you, oooh Where are you now
Where are you now
'Cause I'm kissing you
I'm kissing you, oooh
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