Finished with the food myth poster; And the Food Safety Assignment. Left biostats assignment 5 to complete; And I will be done with the assignments for this sem. Need to mug for the two dreadful CAs (esp biochem), Agrhhhh, so many stuffs, so little time.
Exams will last till like 5th DEC!!! Whereby all my friends in NTU will be enjoying life by then. Boo. =( (Mr. Li, pls dun call me to inform me THAT, just like u did every sem!!!!)
On a lighter note, HK and PoH are coming back... yay.
This dec shall see me going for JB trips for seafoods, partying at Zouk, fishing with the family, burgies annual birthday dinner (yesh, we are all dec/jan babies), MJ sessions many many, end-of-year shopping trips, Vietnam trip, ...
The boundaries which divide life from death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where one ends, and the other begins?
Edgar Alan Poe
Every year during Chinese New Year, my dad will bring me to see his aunt, a old woman he respected alot. Daddy was still a poor kid back in the 1960s, and couldn't afford to pay for the 'O' level examination fees. It was my great aunt that lend money from her father-in-law to pay the examination fees for my dad. Till today, daddy is grateful for her kindness. Every year before we visited her, Daddy will tell us (the children) about the incident. Without her, Daddy probably will not be what he is of today. My great-aunt is a cute chubby old woman with rosy cheeks, a head of pure white hair, and with a heart of gold. As usual, she would offer me pineapple tarts, hold my hand in her wrinkled one, telling me "Ah di ah, jia, jia." (Litte boy, eat, eat in teochew). Today, in Ward 53 of NUH, I saw daddy crying as the nurse forced the medicine dissolved in water down her throat using a syringe. Lying in front of the bed was a thin, haggard old woman who no longer smile, and is too weak to even speak up. I almost could not recognise her except for her head of white hairs that remains the same since I was a young boy. She held my dad's hand, looked dearly into his eyes as daddy tried to make her drink some milk which she spilled out eventually. A motherly affection I saw in her eyes, a misery love I saw in dad's watery eyes, and I turned my head away. I couldn't bear to see this... Liver cancer is killing her, and 6 months more is what she has.
Right below her, in Ward 43, lies a young chap who just had an operation to remove cancerous tissues from the colon. Days ahead of him is chemotherapy, blood tests, injections and eventually, death. The cancerous cells has spread to his livers, and the doctor said he probably has a year or two to live. This young chap was my favourite maternal cousin who bought me sweets since I was a young kid, and my mum told me that I loved to be carried by him when I was a toddler. He was also the one who taught me how to fish when I grew up, and would join me and my family for fishing trips every now and then. He didn't finished primary school, and would occasionally popped by my house, asking me to help him read letters. Just last week, he came over and handed me this medical report, a diagnosis test, colon cancer at stage 4. He couldn't believe what the doctor said in that fateful afternoon, and told me to read through it again. All I could to do was to confirm what the doctor told him...
Life is pleasant, death is peaceful, but it's the transition that matters. Hopefully, miracles could have happened. Life is like a game of cards, the way you play it is free will, but eventually you will still draw the death card. Humans will die one day or another, and living life to the fullest would have been the greatest joy ever. Life is a tragedy for those who feel, and a comedy for those who think. I choose to think.
Dad promised me a trip to Bangkok this coming Dec,
Hopefully as he promised,
Coz I don't want Genting(!).
And the Vietnam trip is confirmed.
Haha, damn happy.
Slacked at home and watched a series of horror shows online on sat. Began the day with 第19层空间 by Gillian Chung, and the movie was a crap. It's a pyschotic game invented by a pervert, and four university girls went to play the game. And in the end, they fall into the 18 levels of hell, and almost died but didn't die at the end. Besides seeing Gillian Chung in the show, there's no attraction values to the show at all.
Next, I watched 三更2之饺子 by 杨千嬅 and 梁家辉, and the movie was just as disappointing. This sequel was way too lousy as compared with the first one on "going home". Basically, it's all about eating unborn babies and having sex and sex and sex. There's an abortion scene that was quite disgusting though. Apparently, hongkong directors are better with love stories I guess. I think that they are still afar in directing horror films as compared with the Japanese or Koreans, and to the Thai in particular.
The Maid, a local horror film was shown on Channel 8 after I finished with the two dissatisfactory movies, and I was kind of impressed by the movie starred by Alessandra de Rossi. The plot is about a maid, Rosa from Philippines that arrived to Singapore to earn money for her sickly brother, and she has to accustom herself to the custom of the Seventh Month, whereby she struggled with the supernatural forces. The maid is employed by a Teochew opera family, who give her a place to stay in their dilapidated shophouse. Little does she knows that in these thirty days of the seventh month, she will be disclosing the hidden secrets of the family, who killed a maid a year ago. I like the premise, but somehow the ending is kind of predictable. Going home with the ashes of the dead maid at the end might sound like a happy ending for Rosa, but what about her brother who was so in need of money for operation. And I think the show will reach another climax, that if, the "non existent" dead maid could come out to give us a scare here and there, instead of showing only the shadow or some scorpions. And pardon me if I'm wrong, cause I don't think we can find scorpions in singapore?!
I continued with two Thai horror movies, the Art of the Devil 2 and the Ghost Game respectively.
Art of the Devil 2 has a pretty second female lead, and is about a sexy village teacher portrayed by Napakpapha Nakprasitte, who was thought to be a flirtatious vixen and a disloyal stepmother. She was caught by her step son and his friends for having sex with a male teacher and was expelled by the school. She then turned to black magic to exact revenge, and killed them one by one two years later when they came back from the capital for holiday. I like the twist in the show's ending, where I discover that she was the victim instead, and was hypnotized to have sex with the male teacher through the work of a bomoh. The plot added in a deadly romance of her step son, who was discovered to be dead two years ago only at the end, and it was his soul that follows the second female lead, ensuring her safety and rescue her from the dangers. Never does I know that, it was due to a fact that, the second female lead set a love curse on him when they were still in their teen years. He killed her at the end so that she could accompany him forever.
Ghost game is a Thai horror film about 11 contestants on a reality TV show who must stay in an abandoned military prison where atrocities took place years before. The film was controversial because the setting closely matched that of Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum, where the Khmer Rouge in Thailand's neighbor, Cambodia, tortured prisoners. In the film, the prison was called S-11, which closely resembles the name the Khmer Rouge used for Tuol Sleng, S-21. It also depicts piles of skulls and bones, similar to many war memorials around Cambodia. Basically, this show just scare people without any guessing of the storyline, and it was quite a thrill. I like. =)
To perceive is to suffer. How ironical it is. Heals the shattered heart. Dries the weeping tears. Everything will turn up fine.
To fall in love is awfully simple, To fall out of love is simply awful. But love is unconditional, Relationships are not. Nothing is possible between the impossible.
The greatest pain that comes from love, Is loving someone you can never have.
The week was quite an emotional week for me, especially the monday. Had a late night talk with a friend on Sunday night, and was affected somehow. The broken heart will heal, but the soul might not. That's the reality about love. To me, I love wholeheartedly with no returns. Seeing the person I like in bliss or surviving well is the happiest thing to me. Yeah, sound way like a loser, but love can't be forced, and I knew the situation way too clear. I was to her, nothing more then just a good friend. But I'm contended this way. =) Is enough to make me smile for the day to see her happy, taken her three meals and leading her life positively. Was shopping with Jun after the mon interview at intercruises with Alvin and Christine. Didn't buy anything, but dropped my hair. Yeah, I had a haircut. Whenever I feel not too good, I will cut my hair. A way of escapism I guess.
Tuesday was a full day in school, and I love wednesday. Prof Ip's practicals are way too fun. Is like back-to-pri-school science experiments, just that things are covered more in depth. And I guess it was this - the most basic and interesting stuffs in Biology that attracts me to science since I was a young kid. Not DNA polymerase nor the kerb's. Finally had my therapeutic swim after pract, and it was great; my back started to hurt again ever since I stopped it for two weeks plus. Went for cardio-exercise class with the buddies after school, and I feel good with their company. A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out. I contended to have a couple of them. =)
Friends are the most important ingredient in this recipe of life.
Mood: Laid back, retrophilic Song: Dream Lover by Bobby Darin
The lazy sunday afternoon's sun shined on my ass before waking up by a phonecall from the best friend. Did nothing much, just some meddle matters here and there, and scheduling my timetable for the week. If only I could sit in a cafe with a book by my fav author, listen to classic old songs from the nearby CD shop, and occasionally observe the expressions of the human beings as they walk by, life might be lightened up.
Out of the blue, I miss the old army days, whereby doing weekend duty was the one and only bad thing in life. No studies, no thoughts about the future, no stress. BMT days were the best days ever. Every night, most of the section 1 guys were gathered on my bed at the corner, shared the snacks we bought during weekend, and talked about anything in the world, with "GIRLS" being the hottest topic. Reminiscening those days, 3101 Lim Zijian, with a hot girlfriend and 3111 Tan Li Jian, Paul were the best people I ever met. We can talk on the bed till like 3am in the morning, risking ourselves from being caught by the sergeants, whereas other people were already in their lala land. We weren't buddies by the way, (my buddy was a troublemaker) but we clicked somehow. Along with that, Zen, Eugene, Kok Leong, Vincent, etc who I spent another four months with after BMT were just as great. It's a pleasure we are still in contact till now.
During Coy PoP Night with LJ and ZJ. Haha. Xdresser!
Army teaches us how to smoke and vulgarities.
Lectures in the forests. Am the one in the middle, last row.
I hate emo stuffs, haha. This friday was a good day even though the morning test was horrendous.We skipped the metabolism and regulation lecture right after for lunch at Crystal Jade. I didn't really attend the stats lecture though, coz I spent most of the time talking to Zhenyun and XiaoTong about anything except stats. Haha. Met up with the YEP cliques (Joy in particular), and it was a rather short but nice gathering. If only the time is set slower, and we can cherish stuffs that we missed, then life would have less regrets.
Kumar's show on Sunday was great, though I preferred DimSum Dollies. AngMohs like to fuck asian girls, that's why they are called (cock)casian. Hahahah. Somehow it resembles the Simon's Carbaret show I watched in Phuket, but costs doubly as much.
I knew I'm shorter la!
The fellow audience.
Important people in my life.
There are plannings of Vietnam trip, Xmas's chalet and a show called "A Crazy Chirstmas" by dream academy production coming up next. I'm damn looking forward to December. *Blink blink* Before that... ... ... THE EXAMS!!! -_-"
I accidently just squeezed a quarter of a bottle of moisturizer on my hand that I dunno what to do with it. So I applied it onto my face, and it look extremely white now. If I wake up tomorrow with a flawless face with acnes all gone, I will recommend it to u guys. *bleahz* $$$$$$! *sobz*
School was extremely bad, and I'm definitely a slow worker. Food n Health assignment was such a chore that took up most of my time for the week. Biochem Test on tues was such a failure that I think I should give up on myself entirely. I swore I put in 100% effort and it wasn't the most difficult paper I ever sat for. But my mind just went blank. The 40% M.Bio this coming friday saw me only completing a chapter out of 10. Agrhhhh, and now, my mind was hypnotizing me that I shouln't study so hard in case history repeats by itself. I'm so dead! If things continue this way, my dream of going for Masters at the desired university in Australia will be a no-no.
Met up with Fiona and guys for Alex's birthday celebration yesterday. The event was kind of chui, and I dunno what I can do about it. I'm just sorry. Sidetracked, Darren was saying during the dinner about how the more we study, the lesser the probability that we will come out to venture our business. And he said it rather randomly about a meeting we once had, and a dream we once shared. Sadly, years back, 18, 19 or so, Darren, Hua, Tingz and I did had a dream.
Four just-grown-kids sat in the TCC at Millenia Walk one day. They had a meeting that was planned and opening a cafe was their agenda for the day. The ideal cafe was branded, characterized with a theme, and even the target groups was selected. Each of us had our own position(s). Hua will be the PR manager since she loves to communicate. Tingz will be the FnB manager since she will be in charge of the main dishes and pastries after learning it in Italy. Darren could be the advertising and accounting manager since he manages money reasonably well, and we think he is good looking enough to be the spokeperson for the cafe. Then I shall be the coffee connoisseur (since I will be going italy too for coffee studies) and HR manager since they rated me as someone who do things orderly and well-organised with rules and regulations (not flexible lah!). But I'm happily accepting the position coz I will be able to select all the waitresses myself and I promised myself no waiters, hurhur).
I told Darren, "Yes, we will do that in years time after we graduate." He replied with a nod, "Yeah, after we get our very own capital." I gave a silent nod, and visualized that faraway dream that is still so distant and blur. A dream? A hope? I hope we will make it there.
