Saturday, November 26, 2005 @7:44 PM
I never studied so hard in my life.. the past 2 wks had been crazy. waking up at 7 plus and mugging with plin at bk and mac from 8 to 6!! yes.. it's 8 to 6!! had been trying to rmb my anatomy for the whole wk.. it's scary.. cranial meninges, renal corpuscle, juxtamedullary nephron, cerebrial hemisphere, zona glomerulus, oligodendrocytes, circle of willis, astrocytes, zona pellicuda, lacunae, sarcoplasmic reticulum, mesengial, lamina densa.. the list goes on forever.. felt horribly like vomitting when i was memorizing the brain.. human beings are really vv complicated..i guess i did quite badly for this exam.. maybe with the exception of comp med( a must-take GEM module man).. but i cant b bothered bout tt now.. just want everything to be over and PLAY.. 2 more days to freedom..anyway, have a really interesting scene of fast-food-couples:add maths 'O' levels paper that afternoon.. a sec 4 gal was 'muggin' over big breakfast with her b/f who looks obviously much older den her.. it was 8am in the morn.. auntie alice (cleaning staff at mac) had a short chat with them, she knew tt the gal had a paper in the afternoon..everytime the guy's hand was wrapped around the gal or their faces were in close proximity, auntie alice did either of the following.1) "boy ar, lift up your feet, let auntie clean the floor can?"2) start clearing the remains of big breakfast, tea, sugar and creamer on the table3) push the unoccupied chairs back nicely.. ya.. keep mac neat and tidy.. it's part of her job..auntie alice had brilliant camouflage skills.. it took me and plin almost an hour to realise that the floor below our table is never mopped and the remains of sausage mcmuffin was still resting on our table =)
poco princesa~because i was taught to dream
Friday, November 11, 2005 @2:35 PM
Had a really long chat with plin and kit yesterday. I'm glad life is returning back to norm.. the pain still lingers but at least I'm walking out of the gloomy days.
There are some pple I will thank personally.
It's the internationals this weekends.. no soccer.. only mugging...
poco princesa~because i was taught to dream
Tuesday, November 08, 2005 @2:16 PM
I never really believed in the world of supernatural, until today.It's exactly 3 wks after Grandma's tragic death. I was reviewing some of the pictures taken at the wedding a month ago at my cousin's house together with Wai and bro. When I first saw those photos, I felt a sudden surge of coldness down my spine. Her face was pale.. no.. I should say it was white.. I remember cllearly how I had brushed her face with an abundant of my own red earth pink blusher.. as if the blusher was free of charge.. How did the photos(tt had been taken just 2 wks before her death) turned out in a manner that I could barely regconize that it was her? I was not the only one who said tt. Wai, Emily and even my usually blur bro saw it..The next day I was in the cold room with some relatives and grandma's body.. she looked different.. so different.. I distantly remember looking at my paternal grandpa's corpse a yr ago.. he looked just like what I knew him to be.. why on earth tt this time round, things were so different.. so strange..Everyone who knows me know how unreligious a person I am.. but this time, I think I am forced to believe by everthing tt had happened..How else can I account for the strange photos? How about the totally indistinguishable body? Or even the moths in all my relatives' houses and the huge dragonfly that suddenly appeared and disappeared in my own house? Perhaps other people may think that it was just becos we all missed her.. tt's y we are trying to associate anything that was abnormal to her..I would think so too.. If I never saw those photos..Yes, I missed her.. all of us missed her.. the funeral was full of tears.. even ther kids weeped.. her daughters almost fainted.. tears drained energy off my whole body.. I felt too weak to move.. my legs seemingly lost their connection with my torso.. She was just so nice.. so great..
poco princesa~because i was taught to dream
Friday, November 04, 2005 @4:47 PM
dedicated to myself, Wai and friends who need some courage to continue..The tree tt never had to fightfor sun and sky and air and light,But stood out in the open rainAnd always got it's share and rain,Never became a forest kingBut lived and died a scrubby thing.Good timber does not grow with easeThe stronger wind, the stronger trees.-Douglas Malloch
poco princesa~because i was taught to dream
Thursday, November 03, 2005 @11:22 AM
As sat approaches.. my heart shivers.. the flight to hk this time is unlike the one I took a mere one month ago.. is life as fragile as it seems?At times, I feel that I'm losing courage to move on..Perhaps I had been in a greenhouse for too lone.. For trees in the open field, what had happened is merely a routine evening wind.. But for a planting tt had been in a greenhouse all along, the sound of the wind is as scary as the thundersome..
poco princesa~because i was taught to dream
Wednesday, November 02, 2005 @12:29 AM
Smth I wonder whether a god really exist.. I believe in fate.. it pre-arranges births and deaths.. man merely decide which path of life to take within the pre-decided decades of life. It brings pple together but we are the ones who choose to make these pple frens, foes ot life-long partners.. But then also, I may choose him while he chooses her..I rather believe that I do have a choice, that I hv free will, but events in life tells me tt it may not be so..I'm confused, of myself and of this world..
Shld I continue to believe in myself? Or perhaps god has his plans for me?
poco princesa~because i was taught to dream