Ashamed

Sometimes you watch a movie that portrays a part of the world that you only read about occasionally in the papers. A part of the world out there that is overwhelmed by insurmountable sufferings that, sometimes, the sufferers no longer feel the pain because they are just thankful to be alive.


And suddenly, you realise how insignificant your problems are and you start to feel utterly ashamed of yourself.


Like now.


But there is hope. And it's up to you.

Not Much Going On

It's been a while, I know. Time, or rather the limitation of it, is the root cause of this let-up. Well, better late than never. :) At any rate, there's not much going on apart from studying and the occasional work which are too boring to blog about. Especially the former - namely, physics, bio, chem and o-chem. The last being the subject focus (and bane!) right now. For those who struggled with organic chemistry before, you might agree with me when I say I have no chemistry with carbon chemistry. I mean, look at the simple structure below:

Simple, right? But try naming it: 2-Bromo-1,4-dimethylcyclohexane ?!!! Okie, this is not exactly thee most difficult structure to name but it can get quite confusing when the functional groups kick in (don't worry if you don't understand what I'm talking about. Me either).


In any case, u know why I don't blog about what I study - it'll send you to sleep as it did me. So, how about work ? I've only been to the hospital once so far this year and it's the usual blood splatter, cut-and-sew kinda routine - nothing exciting. Maybe when i get posted to the emergency theatre, I might have a few stories to share ?


Okie, back to the mountains of books in this valley where the high points seem frighteningly far apart. Sigh.

Say No To Fur

My heart broke into a thousand pieces when I saw this video link. Create more awareness by sharing the following clip with your friends. Please.




http://my.so-net.net.tw/sirwang/fur.wmv


If you have always been a fan of fur, reconsider the famous catchphrase: " "When the buying stops, the killing can too."


It's never too late to stop buying fur.

Use Me!

Was listening to some sermon last night when the preacher said: "We should always love people and use things but unfortunately, very often, people love things and use people." I've been pondering over that statement - no doubt a truism in itself - and I realised I am not spared the guilt of doing the latter.


So ... Atari (and anyone who feels that I am using you and loving things), please love me and use things, ok ? Geez. Am I not a recalcitrant sinner ? Lol. Ok, in all seriousness, what I want to say is: People, stop using me ! Heh. Alright, no more jesting. Everyone, be my witness: Each time Atari uses me, his hairline will recede 0.01mm. And each time I use Atari, my waistline will recede by 0.01mm. Fair enough ? Set. :)

Weird Dream

I had a weird dream last night. I dreamt that I was in one of my relatives' restaurants when I experienced labour pains. The funny thing is, I don't have any relatives who own restaurants and I am not pregnant. So, anyway, the contractions were excruciating and my grandmother had to ask one of the guys (who happened to be on training there because he's supposed to be taking over that restaurant) to drive me to the hospital. Now, I'm not sure about you but somehow, my dreams have always had a way of planting its own twists without the element of surprise that would inevitably be present in real life. Like when I finally discovered (oops) I was with child after I delivered the baby in the van and I just took it in so, er, naturally ? Ok, not trying to gross you out but I could virtually feel the water bag burst followed by the awkward and sudden expansion of the birth canal. And before I knew it, the little thing was out. My grams (who, of course, wasn't at all surprised that I could give birth suddenly) just advised me not to ask if the baby was a boy or girl (by the way, it's a boy) as it would invite bad luck. So, we just sat there, with half the cord attached to the baby, and the other half still with the placenta inside the womb while the driver, nonchalant to the hooha behind him, journeyed on. Then as quickly and unfathomable as the conception, the scene morphed into one where a nurse (a very evil one) was forcibly pulling the rest of the placenta out of my uterus before I even got off the van ! After that, the absurdity of the dream just took off - from me fainting along the corridors to the baby got swapped with somebody else's to the horror of finding a gigantic mole above the baby's left upper lip to the unexpected appearance of magic that could temporarily hide the hideous spot etc.,. the rest of it is a blur to me now.


And now that I've just bored everyone with the dull happenings of my strange dream (please don't email me your analyses! And yes, I know the bio clock is ticking but I'm just not about to conceive), here's another pic of Ginger to brighten up this post. :)

Happy

There have been inexplicable moments of joy throughout the day when favourite songs were played. Songs riddled with pensive lyrics that calmed my blood, soothed my soul. My heart did little incoherent dances as I hummed along and my body picked up musical dialogues with the rhythm.

Dum dee dee da … ra la ra la la … :)

Who says you need a man in the house to be happy ? *Grin*

*drums fingers in eager anticipation* ... wonder what's for valentine's day this year ... hmm ... ;)