FLOORED!
Mesmerized. Floored.
Thursday, 26 February 2009
TICKLES AND LAUGHTER
TICKLES AND LAUGHTER
My girl is being tickled! Her innocent laughter sounds like music!
Grace is oh-so-chummy. She likes to bounce and crawl around the bed. Sometimes, though, her arms give way and she hits face-first on the mattress. Comical. Totally comical.
Or she'll try to crawl over the bolster; which diameter is nearly is as thick as her whole body. After victoriously conquering the bolster, she'll head straight for my laps, plonk down face-first again, and play dead.
I suspect she likes it. I always stroke and massage her back lightly whenever she does it. She'll usually stay still for at least 5seconds before crawling away again; bouncing around the bed with a joyous zest for life.
My girl is being tickled! Her innocent laughter sounds like music!
Grace is oh-so-chummy. She likes to bounce and crawl around the bed. Sometimes, though, her arms give way and she hits face-first on the mattress. Comical. Totally comical.
Or she'll try to crawl over the bolster; which diameter is nearly is as thick as her whole body. After victoriously conquering the bolster, she'll head straight for my laps, plonk down face-first again, and play dead.
I suspect she likes it. I always stroke and massage her back lightly whenever she does it. She'll usually stay still for at least 5seconds before crawling away again; bouncing around the bed with a joyous zest for life.
Wednesday, 25 February 2009
BODY & AGE
BODY & AGE
I...
Make it a point to sleep at least a good, full 5 hours on at least 5 days per week.
Try to finish the bottle of water (Yes, that purple Nalgene) by the end of each day.
Totally adore veggies and fruits and herbal teas. Oddly, I feel VERY loved when people give me herbal tea! Come, come! Bring it on!
Take Osteocare to meet the minimum daily calcium dietary requirement (Osteoporosis!!! Nooo!).
Drink a cup of Milo on most days.
Like, and make an effort, to exercise at least once a week (Ok, not for now though, cos I'm supposed to refrain from doing that).
Make an effort to get out of the lift at the 6th storey, and climb the remaining storeys (I live on the 12th).
Brush an average of 3 times per day (morning, before going out, night). I'm every dentist's pet, or rather, nemesis?
Avoid harsh skincare chemicals such as exfoliator, skin scrub, skin cleanser, night-repair lotion etc; preferring to protect and keep active the body's natural line of defense. If you don't use it, you lose it.
Use light make-up such as mascara, eyeliner, eye shadow, and a bit of blusher; and full make-up (read: concealer, foundation, loose powder blahblahblah. You get the idea) only on important occasions like weddings or banquets. I protect my skin and their pores!
Sun-tan once in a blue moon.
Prefer things natural and organic.
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Save for the crazy tolerance for spiciness (Chilli padi!!! Yo!), daily consumption of 2 cups of coffee, and infrequent meals, guess I'm a prettyboring healthy person.
Good.
I want to look good and healthy; as though if I'm only in my 20s when I'm well passed the 30 benchmark. Healthy. Radiant. Glowing. Happy. Bouncing. Leaping. Laughing.
Not wrinkling, or sagging, or a bag of walking keropok.
I...
Make it a point to sleep at least a good, full 5 hours on at least 5 days per week.
Try to finish the bottle of water (Yes, that purple Nalgene) by the end of each day.
Totally adore veggies and fruits and herbal teas. Oddly, I feel VERY loved when people give me herbal tea! Come, come! Bring it on!
Take Osteocare to meet the minimum daily calcium dietary requirement (Osteoporosis!!! Nooo!).
Drink a cup of Milo on most days.
Like, and make an effort, to exercise at least once a week (Ok, not for now though, cos I'm supposed to refrain from doing that).
Make an effort to get out of the lift at the 6th storey, and climb the remaining storeys (I live on the 12th).
Brush an average of 3 times per day (morning, before going out, night). I'm every dentist's pet, or rather, nemesis?
Avoid harsh skincare chemicals such as exfoliator, skin scrub, skin cleanser, night-repair lotion etc; preferring to protect and keep active the body's natural line of defense. If you don't use it, you lose it.
Use light make-up such as mascara, eyeliner, eye shadow, and a bit of blusher; and full make-up (read: concealer, foundation, loose powder blahblahblah. You get the idea) only on important occasions like weddings or banquets. I protect my skin and their pores!
Sun-tan once in a blue moon.
Prefer things natural and organic.
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Save for the crazy tolerance for spiciness (Chilli padi!!! Yo!), daily consumption of 2 cups of coffee, and infrequent meals, guess I'm a pretty
Good.
I want to look good and healthy; as though if I'm only in my 20s when I'm well passed the 30 benchmark. Healthy. Radiant. Glowing. Happy. Bouncing. Leaping. Laughing.
Not wrinkling, or sagging, or a bag of walking keropok.
Tuesday, 24 February 2009
EYE DROPS
EYE DROPS
Have an appointment with the Doc later in the afternoon at 2pm! To take out the contact lens bandage!
Hope this means an end to the need of medical compliance to put the 3 different eye drops: Lubricant, Anti-inflammatory, and Antibiotic (The last 2 taste bitter!). They're such a bother! It makes going out very inconvenient!
I used to be a scaredy cat when it comes to putting on eye drops. It's really frightening, you know, seeing the droplet dangling gleefully right over your eyes, and not knowing where and when the surface tension will be overcomed by gravity, resulting in the droplet detaching from the bottle tip and hitting you squarely in the eyes. It's a very frightening and uncomfortable moment in time, to me at least.
But now, after 1 week, I think I'm now quite a pro.
How can I not? 3 types of eye drops per 3 hourly. Assuming that I am awake for 12hours per day, that makes it (4 x 3) times of putting on eye drops. Ee-yeerrr!
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Anyway, I've been making an effort to read Proverbs before going to bed at night, and Psalms in the morning (or afternoon) when I wake up.
I had thought it was good, because the chim-chim Proverbs would have the luxury of settling in through the night, and perhaps I would have a clearer understanding after a good night of sleeping and thinking. Discretion and wisdom would keep me while I sleep. And in the morning, wake up bright-eyed to Psalms of praises.
It sounds good, you know, because it has been said that students should have a good night sleep before an exam, as the brain needs to "reorganize" and "restructure" what has been learnt throughout the day. These students usually end up having a clearer head on the day of examinations, and score better. As such, I thought that it would be good, because I would wake up with a clearer, better understanding. Short. Sharp. Efficient. Shoot! And Bam!
The weird thing is: I guess it's not working so well. I wake up after a good night sleep, and can't recall what I read the previous night. Not even a good summary. Can't even recite a verse proper. Ermmm...
Time to make some adjustments or changes or enhancements. Especially before my Curriculum Studies modules kick in and I'll be practically camping in campus - which is like, starting from next week? Hmmm...
Have an appointment with the Doc later in the afternoon at 2pm! To take out the contact lens bandage!
Hope this means an end to the need of medical compliance to put the 3 different eye drops: Lubricant, Anti-inflammatory, and Antibiotic (The last 2 taste bitter!). They're such a bother! It makes going out very inconvenient!
I used to be a scaredy cat when it comes to putting on eye drops. It's really frightening, you know, seeing the droplet dangling gleefully right over your eyes, and not knowing where and when the surface tension will be overcomed by gravity, resulting in the droplet detaching from the bottle tip and hitting you squarely in the eyes. It's a very frightening and uncomfortable moment in time, to me at least.
But now, after 1 week, I think I'm now quite a pro.
How can I not? 3 types of eye drops per 3 hourly. Assuming that I am awake for 12hours per day, that makes it (4 x 3) times of putting on eye drops. Ee-yeerrr!
_____________________________________________________
Anyway, I've been making an effort to read Proverbs before going to bed at night, and Psalms in the morning (or afternoon) when I wake up.
I had thought it was good, because the chim-chim Proverbs would have the luxury of settling in through the night, and perhaps I would have a clearer understanding after a good night of sleeping and thinking. Discretion and wisdom would keep me while I sleep. And in the morning, wake up bright-eyed to Psalms of praises.
It sounds good, you know, because it has been said that students should have a good night sleep before an exam, as the brain needs to "reorganize" and "restructure" what has been learnt throughout the day. These students usually end up having a clearer head on the day of examinations, and score better. As such, I thought that it would be good, because I would wake up with a clearer, better understanding. Short. Sharp. Efficient. Shoot! And Bam!
The weird thing is: I guess it's not working so well. I wake up after a good night sleep, and can't recall what I read the previous night. Not even a good summary. Can't even recite a verse proper. Ermmm...
Time to make some adjustments or changes or enhancements. Especially before my Curriculum Studies modules kick in and I'll be practically camping in campus - which is like, starting from next week? Hmmm...
Monday, 23 February 2009
DISCONNECTED BUT RESTED
DISCONNECTED BUT RESTED
For this couple of weeks, I'm supposed to:
Put 3 different eyedrops per 15minutes interval per 3hours.
Avoid rubbing or touching the eyes area.
Sterile wipe the eyes area twice a day.
Take care while bathing or washing face; not to let water enter the eyes.
Avoid sunlight and UV rays; to prevent wound scarring.
No running (this is so hard because I'll have to refrain from chasing after the bus or train. Grrr!) and exercising. No gym for at least 2 weeks. No lifting of weights, especially (Hey, you! Carry my bag for me!).
No contact sports or swimming for 2 weeks at least (big deal. I can't swim).
No eye makeup for at least a week.
And because the eyes have not fully recovered yet, at times, even TV is a bit glaring. For small prints and near objects, I have to strain to see. This means no TV, no reading, no surfing, no blogging, no facebook-ing, not being able to do school assignments, no anything, for the initial days after the operation.
Thus, since last Tuesday, the only thing which I've been doing consistently is to sleep, sleep, and more sleep. There's only so much of TV a person can take. And I can't read the small prints on books and newspapers. So I just sleep.
At least for the past few days, it's getting better. The light sensitivity is improving bit by bit, although at times when using the computer, I still put on sunglasses to shield off the glaring light after more than 15minutes of use. And at least I can still blog and come online, although I have to set the Firefox to zoom in at least twice, just to ease the strain. The only bad thing is, I still have trouble focusing on near objects and small prints. So, I can't do the school assignments and read the papers. I feel so cut off from the world! But, hey, at least it's getting better each day! These days, another reason for the sunglasses is to prevent dirt or dust particles from entering the eyes.
Before the op, I've been dutifully getting approximately 7hours of sleep per day. At least 5 days in a week, I'll manage to clock in at least 6 hours of good sleep no matter how busy. For this week alone though, as there's nothing better to do because of the eyes condition, I've been sleeping about... What? At least 10hours per day? Hohoho!
I'M THOROUGHLY RESTED, I TELL YOU!!!
Impartation session later! Hoho! I hope it'll be fine. I have a bit of trouble reading the chords. G looks like C. G also looks like D. D looks like B. B looks like E. E looks like G too. You get the idea! Hoho!
For this couple of weeks, I'm supposed to:
Put 3 different eyedrops per 15minutes interval per 3hours.
Avoid rubbing or touching the eyes area.
Sterile wipe the eyes area twice a day.
Take care while bathing or washing face; not to let water enter the eyes.
Avoid sunlight and UV rays; to prevent wound scarring.
No running (this is so hard because I'll have to refrain from chasing after the bus or train. Grrr!) and exercising. No gym for at least 2 weeks. No lifting of weights, especially (Hey, you! Carry my bag for me!).
No contact sports or swimming for 2 weeks at least (big deal. I can't swim).
No eye makeup for at least a week.
And because the eyes have not fully recovered yet, at times, even TV is a bit glaring. For small prints and near objects, I have to strain to see. This means no TV, no reading, no surfing, no blogging, no facebook-ing, not being able to do school assignments, no anything, for the initial days after the operation.
Thus, since last Tuesday, the only thing which I've been doing consistently is to sleep, sleep, and more sleep. There's only so much of TV a person can take. And I can't read the small prints on books and newspapers. So I just sleep.
At least for the past few days, it's getting better. The light sensitivity is improving bit by bit, although at times when using the computer, I still put on sunglasses to shield off the glaring light after more than 15minutes of use. And at least I can still blog and come online, although I have to set the Firefox to zoom in at least twice, just to ease the strain. The only bad thing is, I still have trouble focusing on near objects and small prints. So, I can't do the school assignments and read the papers. I feel so cut off from the world! But, hey, at least it's getting better each day! These days, another reason for the sunglasses is to prevent dirt or dust particles from entering the eyes.
Before the op, I've been dutifully getting approximately 7hours of sleep per day. At least 5 days in a week, I'll manage to clock in at least 6 hours of good sleep no matter how busy. For this week alone though, as there's nothing better to do because of the eyes condition, I've been sleeping about... What? At least 10hours per day? Hohoho!
I'M THOROUGHLY RESTED, I TELL YOU!!!
Impartation session later! Hoho! I hope it'll be fine. I have a bit of trouble reading the chords. G looks like C. G also looks like D. D looks like B. B looks like E. E looks like G too. You get the idea! Hoho!
Sunday, 22 February 2009
THE DAY I FOUGHT... WITH THE WASHROOM
THE DAY I FOUGHT... WITH THE WASHROOM
Every other days, we learn new things. Things we've never known before. About circumstances. About life. About the people around us. About ourselves, even.
Tuesday the 17th was the day of the operation (Oh yeah, I've not mentioned: I had LASIK!). That morning, because I reached early, I dropped by the neighbouring mall to whale my time away. Dropped by Watson to purchase some hair conditioner, and then to an accessories shop for some, of course, accessories.
Nature called, and I went in search of the ladies. Following the ubiquitous signage, I turned right and found myself right outside the entrance of the toilet. The only deviant is a small counter at the entrance of the toilet - manned by an auntie - with a big sign stating "20cents per entry".
I have a habit of walking fast. Catching sight of the counter, I abruptly jolted to a stop. Is this for real? This is ORCHARD area, for goodness sake! I gave the counter a once-over, as though I couldn't quite believe what I was seeing. The auntie looked up, and made the verbatim request. I looked back at her, smiled and - without even so much as a fleeting thought - immediately replied with a firm "No, thanks.". Before I knew it, my legs were already walking in the opposite direction.
Even I myself was astounded by the quick, steadfast decision. Normally, my modus operandi is to try to consider from all perspectives, weigh the pros and cons, calculate the consequences, think somemore, think again, think once more, then come to a conclusion, and finally a decision. But, this time round, I didn't even stop to think. It was, like, something automatic. 20cents? No, thanks, and bye! Pronto!
I was amazed, and puzzled, by the immediate reaction. After all, it's only 20cents. Chances are, it wouldn't even be enough to buy an ice-cream cone.
On deeper thoughts, I finally concluded that the main reason behind my actions hinges on this one thing: Be it 20cents or 2cents, it just doesn't make sense to pay; there is no reason to. I've been to finer toilets where I am supplied with - instead of the usual tissues - clean, white, cotton, hand towels. Not only that, the kind auntie manning the toilet even offered and helped me to some hand moisturizers, despite my repeated rejections. And at the end of the day? I was in cloud nine because the hand moisturizer smells of lavender! And that toilet visit didn't cost me anything. I was so thoroughly humbled by the true, unconditional service.
However, on that day, faced with the 20cents charge, something in me roused and fiercely refused to bend or give in. It is not justified having to pay to visit the toilet. And this is ORCHARD, for goodness sake! The last when I was required to pay to visit the toilet was when I went to some neighbouring country! But here, smack in the heartland of good old Singapore - the bustling city of Singapore - it just doesn't fit in. Something just don't click.
Just there and then, I realized that it has absolutely nothing to do with the money. It is no longer about money, but about... Principles? It sounds silly - even to me now - to bother so much over a simple toilet, but somehow, I absolutely refused to yield or to bow down to the rules - regardless whether is it a dollar, 10cents, or 1cents. This is just a normal toilet. You're not giving me clean towels or hand moisturizers. This is Orchard. There are plenty of malls and washrooms around. I don't need to climb a mountain to find another toilet. The nearest one is just in the mall next door.
The crux of the matter is: What sets this toilet apart, and what is so special about this toilet, that I have to pay to use it?
Even if it means having to go the extra mile and walk to the next neighbouring mall for a washroom, I have no qualms doing so. And this is exactly what I did.
That day, I finally learnt something new about myself. You know how it is, people give passing comments or remarks about you, but you won't really believe it unless you've experienced it yourself. Stubborn? I always - and prefer - to think of it as perserverance and determination. But now that it has reduced to a state of struggling over the use of a washroom, it's a tad of a wakeup call.
Until now, I have no idea whether is it a good or bad thing. I guess it's good in the way that I have a clear sense of my own values and principles, and refuse to blindly yield or back down or bow down to things just because everyone else is - without reasons - doing so. Ignoring personal costs, I would try to get things done without compromising. At least, one of the things to rejoice over, I think, is that I am clear of my own stand and unflinchingly stand by it in the face of obstacles. And it's good; because it's important to have a voice of one's own. The very thing I hate is a person - regardless of gender - having a casual and "whatever" attitude; with no clear stand or a mind of his/her own. This is mediocre, wavering, indecisive, and having no clear directions or goals in life. But, I guess, one of the more obvious downsides to this is that I can get too focused and fiercely single-minded. Or being so determinedly "fixed", rigid, and "stick to the guns" that I resist the occasional need to "bend", and settle for something else.
I guess, at the end of the day, it's all still about balance. Opinionated. Determined. Single-mindedness. Big picture. Unwavering. Unflinching. Undeterred. But, above all else, be flexible. Not blindly and flippantly flexible to the extent of indecisiveness and losing focus; but being flexible without compromising on other more important areas. Balance, balance. It's all still about balance at the end of the day.
I certainly have loads more things to learn.
Life is a journey. Of learning. Of betterment.
Me? Everyday is a fresh, brand new day. Everyday, I'm starting - or at least, try to. Putting aside the destructive personal pride. Progressing. Moving forward. Tailoring. Changing. Listening. Observing. Learning from the immediate surroundings. Learning from everywhere possible. Learning. Everyday, I hope.
Every other days, we learn new things. Things we've never known before. About circumstances. About life. About the people around us. About ourselves, even.
Tuesday the 17th was the day of the operation (Oh yeah, I've not mentioned: I had LASIK!). That morning, because I reached early, I dropped by the neighbouring mall to whale my time away. Dropped by Watson to purchase some hair conditioner, and then to an accessories shop for some, of course, accessories.
Nature called, and I went in search of the ladies. Following the ubiquitous signage, I turned right and found myself right outside the entrance of the toilet. The only deviant is a small counter at the entrance of the toilet - manned by an auntie - with a big sign stating "20cents per entry".
I have a habit of walking fast. Catching sight of the counter, I abruptly jolted to a stop. Is this for real? This is ORCHARD area, for goodness sake! I gave the counter a once-over, as though I couldn't quite believe what I was seeing. The auntie looked up, and made the verbatim request. I looked back at her, smiled and - without even so much as a fleeting thought - immediately replied with a firm "No, thanks.". Before I knew it, my legs were already walking in the opposite direction.
Even I myself was astounded by the quick, steadfast decision. Normally, my modus operandi is to try to consider from all perspectives, weigh the pros and cons, calculate the consequences, think somemore, think again, think once more, then come to a conclusion, and finally a decision. But, this time round, I didn't even stop to think. It was, like, something automatic. 20cents? No, thanks, and bye! Pronto!
I was amazed, and puzzled, by the immediate reaction. After all, it's only 20cents. Chances are, it wouldn't even be enough to buy an ice-cream cone.
On deeper thoughts, I finally concluded that the main reason behind my actions hinges on this one thing: Be it 20cents or 2cents, it just doesn't make sense to pay; there is no reason to. I've been to finer toilets where I am supplied with - instead of the usual tissues - clean, white, cotton, hand towels. Not only that, the kind auntie manning the toilet even offered and helped me to some hand moisturizers, despite my repeated rejections. And at the end of the day? I was in cloud nine because the hand moisturizer smells of lavender! And that toilet visit didn't cost me anything. I was so thoroughly humbled by the true, unconditional service.
However, on that day, faced with the 20cents charge, something in me roused and fiercely refused to bend or give in. It is not justified having to pay to visit the toilet. And this is ORCHARD, for goodness sake! The last when I was required to pay to visit the toilet was when I went to some neighbouring country! But here, smack in the heartland of good old Singapore - the bustling city of Singapore - it just doesn't fit in. Something just don't click.
Just there and then, I realized that it has absolutely nothing to do with the money. It is no longer about money, but about... Principles? It sounds silly - even to me now - to bother so much over a simple toilet, but somehow, I absolutely refused to yield or to bow down to the rules - regardless whether is it a dollar, 10cents, or 1cents. This is just a normal toilet. You're not giving me clean towels or hand moisturizers. This is Orchard. There are plenty of malls and washrooms around. I don't need to climb a mountain to find another toilet. The nearest one is just in the mall next door.
The crux of the matter is: What sets this toilet apart, and what is so special about this toilet, that I have to pay to use it?
Even if it means having to go the extra mile and walk to the next neighbouring mall for a washroom, I have no qualms doing so. And this is exactly what I did.
That day, I finally learnt something new about myself. You know how it is, people give passing comments or remarks about you, but you won't really believe it unless you've experienced it yourself. Stubborn? I always - and prefer - to think of it as perserverance and determination. But now that it has reduced to a state of struggling over the use of a washroom, it's a tad of a wakeup call.
Until now, I have no idea whether is it a good or bad thing. I guess it's good in the way that I have a clear sense of my own values and principles, and refuse to blindly yield or back down or bow down to things just because everyone else is - without reasons - doing so. Ignoring personal costs, I would try to get things done without compromising. At least, one of the things to rejoice over, I think, is that I am clear of my own stand and unflinchingly stand by it in the face of obstacles. And it's good; because it's important to have a voice of one's own. The very thing I hate is a person - regardless of gender - having a casual and "whatever" attitude; with no clear stand or a mind of his/her own. This is mediocre, wavering, indecisive, and having no clear directions or goals in life. But, I guess, one of the more obvious downsides to this is that I can get too focused and fiercely single-minded. Or being so determinedly "fixed", rigid, and "stick to the guns" that I resist the occasional need to "bend", and settle for something else.
I guess, at the end of the day, it's all still about balance. Opinionated. Determined. Single-mindedness. Big picture. Unwavering. Unflinching. Undeterred. But, above all else, be flexible. Not blindly and flippantly flexible to the extent of indecisiveness and losing focus; but being flexible without compromising on other more important areas. Balance, balance. It's all still about balance at the end of the day.
I certainly have loads more things to learn.
Life is a journey. Of learning. Of betterment.
Me? Everyday is a fresh, brand new day. Everyday, I'm starting - or at least, try to. Putting aside the destructive personal pride. Progressing. Moving forward. Tailoring. Changing. Listening. Observing. Learning from the immediate surroundings. Learning from everywhere possible. Learning. Everyday, I hope.
Saturday, 21 February 2009
FAVOURITES
FAVOURITES
Just yesterday night, on Thursday, without prompting, Grace lied down and rested her head on my laps idyllically while drinking her milk.
It's a common trap, an universal pitfall, to have favourites. Of course, indubitably, there are instances when I question myself whether am I unknowingly practicing favouritism. I checked my heart. Hence, whenever Serene's around, I would make a conscious attempt to give her as much attention and affection as I do to Grace. When I'm patting Grace's head, I make it a point to stroke Serene's cheeks as well.
Just because Serene - being older - is not as "cute" as her younger sister does not mean that she deserves less affection.
Just because Serene does not take the initiative and come up to me asking to be carried or hugged, it doesn't mean that she needs less love.
Just because Serene does not kiss me on the cheeks doesn't mean that she needs less attention.
On the contrary, all the things that she does to mimic her younger sister seem to me to be a call for attention, a cry for affection. Dad and Mum always says that by obliging her, I'm only encouraging her to be more "yang or". But I beg to differ. If anything, this is to let Serene know that she does not need to be anybody in order to be loved. There's no need to mimic her sister's baby-talking, Neither is there a need to bully her sister. She is fine - and loved - the way she is. There's perfectly no need to be anybody else.
I think, it is really sad if one has to "pretend" and be an aberration from the usual self in order to get some love and affection and concern. I don't know, but if I ever hear anyone saying things like, "Oh... You know, actually A and B matters to me equally. It's not that I treat them differently, it's just the way that I show love and relate to each of them that's different!"; chances are, I'll be bold enough to shoot back, "You know, you sound pathologically schizophrenic.". That's the truth. Don't lie. At the end of the day, it actually all boils down to how much a person matters and how much love and concern another person has for him/her. There's only one way to show love; and that's to do it expressively. Tough love? Silent love? Please save it for yourself.
And I totally snort when I hear people saying things the likes of, "You know, that period of time when you were going through the rough patch, it might appear on the surface that I was hardly bothered or concerned. The matter of the fact is: I've been watching from behind, to see how you overcome and tackle it. I've been watching you, and waiting for you." How helpful.
You know what, can I say it's all excuses to my ears? It's very simple and clear-cut: it's either you're there, or you're not. If someone matters enough, surely no one would be contented by simply sitting on the sideline and watch; without actively participating or helping. Rather than glossing it over, I think I would have much more respect if one would just admit and acknowledge the truth. That you're busy. That you're up to the neck at that moment. Or even that I'm probably not high on your priority list. Disappointed, maybe; but I won't even get angry - so long as I hear the truth and not some lousy excuses. I think, if and when I am ever at my weak moments, what I need - and would appreciate - is some company and encouraging words; a hand to pull me up. The last I need is a stalker. And a silent one at that.
It's the same with the 2 girls at home. Even though I hang out more and spend more time with Grace, I try not to neglect Serene as well. If one has to be someone else in order to receive love, I totally despise that love, and I despise the person giving that kind of love. I know for sure, if I have to pretend to be someone else in order to receive concern, I would deadly rather not. Favouritism is a really bad practice. Certainly, no one likes to be on the receiving end of the shorter stick. All the more for kids. They may be as different as day and night, but I'll still try to love them all the same; in the same way.
Just yesterday night, on Thursday, without prompting, Grace lied down and rested her head on my laps idyllically while drinking her milk.
It's a common trap, an universal pitfall, to have favourites. Of course, indubitably, there are instances when I question myself whether am I unknowingly practicing favouritism. I checked my heart. Hence, whenever Serene's around, I would make a conscious attempt to give her as much attention and affection as I do to Grace. When I'm patting Grace's head, I make it a point to stroke Serene's cheeks as well.
Just because Serene - being older - is not as "cute" as her younger sister does not mean that she deserves less affection.
Just because Serene does not take the initiative and come up to me asking to be carried or hugged, it doesn't mean that she needs less love.
Just because Serene does not kiss me on the cheeks doesn't mean that she needs less attention.
On the contrary, all the things that she does to mimic her younger sister seem to me to be a call for attention, a cry for affection. Dad and Mum always says that by obliging her, I'm only encouraging her to be more "yang or". But I beg to differ. If anything, this is to let Serene know that she does not need to be anybody in order to be loved. There's no need to mimic her sister's baby-talking, Neither is there a need to bully her sister. She is fine - and loved - the way she is. There's perfectly no need to be anybody else.
I think, it is really sad if one has to "pretend" and be an aberration from the usual self in order to get some love and affection and concern. I don't know, but if I ever hear anyone saying things like, "Oh... You know, actually A and B matters to me equally. It's not that I treat them differently, it's just the way that I show love and relate to each of them that's different!"; chances are, I'll be bold enough to shoot back, "You know, you sound pathologically schizophrenic.". That's the truth. Don't lie. At the end of the day, it actually all boils down to how much a person matters and how much love and concern another person has for him/her. There's only one way to show love; and that's to do it expressively. Tough love? Silent love? Please save it for yourself.
And I totally snort when I hear people saying things the likes of, "You know, that period of time when you were going through the rough patch, it might appear on the surface that I was hardly bothered or concerned. The matter of the fact is: I've been watching from behind, to see how you overcome and tackle it. I've been watching you, and waiting for you." How helpful.
You know what, can I say it's all excuses to my ears? It's very simple and clear-cut: it's either you're there, or you're not. If someone matters enough, surely no one would be contented by simply sitting on the sideline and watch; without actively participating or helping. Rather than glossing it over, I think I would have much more respect if one would just admit and acknowledge the truth. That you're busy. That you're up to the neck at that moment. Or even that I'm probably not high on your priority list. Disappointed, maybe; but I won't even get angry - so long as I hear the truth and not some lousy excuses. I think, if and when I am ever at my weak moments, what I need - and would appreciate - is some company and encouraging words; a hand to pull me up. The last I need is a stalker. And a silent one at that.
It's the same with the 2 girls at home. Even though I hang out more and spend more time with Grace, I try not to neglect Serene as well. If one has to be someone else in order to receive love, I totally despise that love, and I despise the person giving that kind of love. I know for sure, if I have to pretend to be someone else in order to receive concern, I would deadly rather not. Favouritism is a really bad practice. Certainly, no one likes to be on the receiving end of the shorter stick. All the more for kids. They may be as different as day and night, but I'll still try to love them all the same; in the same way.
Monday, 16 February 2009
TIMES HAVE CHANGED
TIMES HAVE CHANGED
There are 2 assignments to be handed in this week, and I'm now taking a short break in the midst of doing one of them. Can I say, this is boring? All the things about motivation, self-efficacy, attribution theory, locus of control, and whatnots. It's so dry that I'm shriveling up.
The other assignment is about IT. Oh my, has things really changed so much; so drastically? What happened to the good, old OHP machines?! Where has all the time gone?! Seriously! Or am I just getting old and losing touch? Heh!
There are 2 assignments to be handed in this week, and I'm now taking a short break in the midst of doing one of them. Can I say, this is boring? All the things about motivation, self-efficacy, attribution theory, locus of control, and whatnots. It's so dry that I'm shriveling up.
The other assignment is about IT. Oh my, has things really changed so much; so drastically? What happened to the good, old OHP machines?! Where has all the time gone?! Seriously! Or am I just getting old and losing touch? Heh!
LOVE IS ...
LOVE IS...
... Your brothers asking whether would you like to have anything to eat because they're going downstairs to get supper.
... Your mother making bread for breakfast on days when you have morning lectures, especially when the love breakfast has been non-existent for the last 2 decades plus.
... Your father insisting on fetching you from campus when your last class ends in the late evenings because, according to him, the wulu-NTU-surrounded-by-forest is not safe for a young lady at night.
... Your parents sending SMS to inform that there's no home-cooked dinner tonight, but to - they said and I quote - "eat yourself before coming back".
... When sometimes, you come back home to a pack of rice, because they just know that you habitually just won't eat outside.
... In spite of your insistence on "detoxifying" the stomach, they still buy meals for you; despite running the risk of incurring your displeasure.
... When someone offers to take the guitar for you, especially when you've been lugging it around the whole day already.
... When your companion slows down the walking pace, all because you just happen to be in heels that day.
... Someone initiating a chat, as well as to ask about your day, or how are you getting on in school.
... When someone gives you an unexpected gift; even if it's something as trivial as a guitar pick.
... Grace giving you a peck on the cheek as you are about to leave the house, and smilingly run to the metal grill gates to wave you goodbye.
... When the same person demands to be carried by clinging tightly to your neck and wrapping her legs around your hips, when all you had initially intended and expected was just a simple hug.
... The moment you wake up and breathed in the air; and being consciously reminded that He is closer than the air that you breathe.
Of course, I have my own problems as well; so much so that even if I were to share, most probably not a lot would be in any position to do anything. I may not be able to choose the circumstances, but, at least, I can choose where - and what - to look at and give thanks for.
... Your brothers asking whether would you like to have anything to eat because they're going downstairs to get supper.
... Your mother making bread for breakfast on days when you have morning lectures, especially when the love breakfast has been non-existent for the last 2 decades plus.
... Your father insisting on fetching you from campus when your last class ends in the late evenings because, according to him, the wulu-NTU-surrounded-by-forest is not safe for a young lady at night.
... Your parents sending SMS to inform that there's no home-cooked dinner tonight, but to - they said and I quote - "eat yourself before coming back".
... When sometimes, you come back home to a pack of rice, because they just know that you habitually just won't eat outside.
... In spite of your insistence on "detoxifying" the stomach, they still buy meals for you; despite running the risk of incurring your displeasure.
... When someone offers to take the guitar for you, especially when you've been lugging it around the whole day already.
... When your companion slows down the walking pace, all because you just happen to be in heels that day.
... Someone initiating a chat, as well as to ask about your day, or how are you getting on in school.
... When someone gives you an unexpected gift; even if it's something as trivial as a guitar pick.
... Grace giving you a peck on the cheek as you are about to leave the house, and smilingly run to the metal grill gates to wave you goodbye.
... When the same person demands to be carried by clinging tightly to your neck and wrapping her legs around your hips, when all you had initially intended and expected was just a simple hug.
... The moment you wake up and breathed in the air; and being consciously reminded that He is closer than the air that you breathe.
Of course, I have my own problems as well; so much so that even if I were to share, most probably not a lot would be in any position to do anything. I may not be able to choose the circumstances, but, at least, I can choose where - and what - to look at and give thanks for.
Sunday, 15 February 2009
SETTLING
SETTLING
On Thursday, I met up with SK and BranKC for supper. While driving me home later the same night, BranKC and I chatted about numerous topics; but one of the things he mentioned stood out like a sore thumb. He talked about how one should never settle for the second best but, at the same time, be realistic.
He just mentioned it briefly; it might just be a mere sentence, or two at most. But, to me, it is THE highlight of the day. Because this is precisely what has been - strangely - lingering in my mind for the past month. Not to settle for the second best. Not to compromise because of fear of failure; especially towards things that are of crucial importance and grave consequences. Things that concern your destiny. And it's nice; because having a long-time-never-meet friend who just came back for his short vacations not too long ago, echoing the precisely same thing, and at the precise season, is - I believe - more than mere coincidence.
On Thursday, I met up with SK and BranKC for supper. While driving me home later the same night, BranKC and I chatted about numerous topics; but one of the things he mentioned stood out like a sore thumb. He talked about how one should never settle for the second best but, at the same time, be realistic.
He just mentioned it briefly; it might just be a mere sentence, or two at most. But, to me, it is THE highlight of the day. Because this is precisely what has been - strangely - lingering in my mind for the past month. Not to settle for the second best. Not to compromise because of fear of failure; especially towards things that are of crucial importance and grave consequences. Things that concern your destiny. And it's nice; because having a long-time-never-meet friend who just came back for his short vacations not too long ago, echoing the precisely same thing, and at the precise season, is - I believe - more than mere coincidence.
Saturday, 14 February 2009
SOB
SOB
Just the other day, I was in my room, doing my things. Gracie wandered in, and said innocently, "Jie Jie, bao bao (carry), xi shou (wash hands)".
I was stunned, and involuntarily let out a "huh?". No, I totally understood what she was trying to get across.
"Jie Jie, bao bao. Xi shou (she pronounced it as "ti tou" instead, due to her poor articulation at this tender age), bao bao." She repeated again, and with even better clarity this time round.
Oh gosh, my girl is getting better at forming (incomplete) sentences and making words association! I'm glowering with pride! Sob!
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2 weeks ago, on Monday, Grace started her first day at the day-care center.
We thought she's having a bit of a problem adapting to the new routine and unfamiliar environment. Within 2 weeks, she has lost approximately 1kg. Gone are her chubby cheeks and cute lil thunder thighs. And she is so clingy and dependent on others of late; which is truly not how I've known her to be. She has been really cranky and erratic. Crying and wailing and pouting and crying. This is such an aberration from her usual independent, cherry self.
It has already been 2 whole weeks. Gradually, we ruled out the possibility of the transition into day-care center. Finally, we realized the probable root cause of her misery. She's teething.
Oh my! My girl is growing UP! She's teething already! Already!
Pretty soon she'll be wearing a mortar board, graduating from varsity, getting married, and having kids of her own.
Awww...
Just the other day, I was in my room, doing my things. Gracie wandered in, and said innocently, "Jie Jie, bao bao (carry), xi shou (wash hands)".
I was stunned, and involuntarily let out a "huh?". No, I totally understood what she was trying to get across.
"Jie Jie, bao bao. Xi shou (she pronounced it as "ti tou" instead, due to her poor articulation at this tender age), bao bao." She repeated again, and with even better clarity this time round.
Oh gosh, my girl is getting better at forming (incomplete) sentences and making words association! I'm glowering with pride! Sob!
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2 weeks ago, on Monday, Grace started her first day at the day-care center.
We thought she's having a bit of a problem adapting to the new routine and unfamiliar environment. Within 2 weeks, she has lost approximately 1kg. Gone are her chubby cheeks and cute lil thunder thighs. And she is so clingy and dependent on others of late; which is truly not how I've known her to be. She has been really cranky and erratic. Crying and wailing and pouting and crying. This is such an aberration from her usual independent, cherry self.
It has already been 2 whole weeks. Gradually, we ruled out the possibility of the transition into day-care center. Finally, we realized the probable root cause of her misery. She's teething.
Oh my! My girl is growing UP! She's teething already! Already!
Pretty soon she'll be wearing a mortar board, graduating from varsity, getting married, and having kids of her own.
Awww...
Wednesday, 11 February 2009
OLD FOLKS'
OLD FOLKS'
On Monday, I was just telling Dad not to purchase any of my meals for the time being, but vegetables such as cabbage instead. This is because I want to "cleanse" my stomach.
Now, I'm aware that there is no scientific research backing the claims of the supposedly health benefits of "stomach cleansing". But, oh well, considering that my bowel system is having a mini-riot of late, I figured that it might be good. In addition, I would like to experiment leading a healthier lifestyle - taking a short little break from the usual feasts of carbohydrates, MSG, sauces, condiments, and preservatives.
But because I'm lazy to explain all these in detail, I simply told him that I want to "cleanse" and "detoxify" the stomach.
Dad, instead, upon hearing it, coolly told me to "go drink Dettol and shake shake a bit".
I don't know. I'm thinking of an old folks' home. Hmmm...
On Monday, I was just telling Dad not to purchase any of my meals for the time being, but vegetables such as cabbage instead. This is because I want to "cleanse" my stomach.
Now, I'm aware that there is no scientific research backing the claims of the supposedly health benefits of "stomach cleansing". But, oh well, considering that my bowel system is having a mini-riot of late, I figured that it might be good. In addition, I would like to experiment leading a healthier lifestyle - taking a short little break from the usual feasts of carbohydrates, MSG, sauces, condiments, and preservatives.
But because I'm lazy to explain all these in detail, I simply told him that I want to "cleanse" and "detoxify" the stomach.
Dad, instead, upon hearing it, coolly told me to "go drink Dettol and shake shake a bit".
I don't know. I'm thinking of an old folks' home. Hmmm...
DRY
DRY
Stamen. Carpel. Sepal. Calyx. Corolla. Anther. Filament. Stigma. Style. Ovary. Gynoecium. Androecium. Xylem. Phloem. Active pollination. Passive pollination. 5 kingdoms. Monera. Protista. Fungi. Animalae. Plantae. Bryophytes. Vascular Plants. Pteridophytes. Spermatophytes. Gymnosperms. Angiosperms. Sporophytes. Monocots. Dicots. Eukaryotic. Prokaryotic. Venation. Sieve elements. Tracheary elements. Coral reefs. Rocky shores.
Secondary school Biology is so dead boring. After 3years of studying Biomedical, I discovered I've fallen in deep love with human sciences, human anatomy, and human physiology. Give me hematology, blood banking, clinical chemistry, pharmacology, cell biology, histology, immunology, immunohistology, mammalian cell technology, molecular cell biology, and the blessed double-helix DNA, anytime (forget about Biochemistry. It kills me.)! Flowers? Plants? Animals? Oh, please! All these are so uninteresting and dry!
PH told me to pour some water on it.
(o_O)
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Anyway, I realize that at times, I can be quite intolerant. Maybe it's because I often expect a certain, minimal standard. As to whether is it a pro or a con, I have no idea.
Apart from this, more often than not, I also at times feel irritated when people make mistakes. Not that I myself am flawless. But when it comes to people who I look up to - and want to learn from - blindly make silly mistakes or obvious wrong judgments, I leak trust and become skeptical easily. The seemingly worse thing is, I tend to show it and am not afraid of letting it known to the other party - discreetly and objectively, of course. No pretense. But then again, as it has been said, even the best of man makes mistakes. Oh well, respect and trust are not a given thing. Maybe in the initial stages, they are. But over time, they have to be earned, I guess. As the saying goes, time shows and proves everything.
Stamen. Carpel. Sepal. Calyx. Corolla. Anther. Filament. Stigma. Style. Ovary. Gynoecium. Androecium. Xylem. Phloem. Active pollination. Passive pollination. 5 kingdoms. Monera. Protista. Fungi. Animalae. Plantae. Bryophytes. Vascular Plants. Pteridophytes. Spermatophytes. Gymnosperms. Angiosperms. Sporophytes. Monocots. Dicots. Eukaryotic. Prokaryotic. Venation. Sieve elements. Tracheary elements. Coral reefs. Rocky shores.
Secondary school Biology is so dead boring. After 3years of studying Biomedical, I discovered I've fallen in deep love with human sciences, human anatomy, and human physiology. Give me hematology, blood banking, clinical chemistry, pharmacology, cell biology, histology, immunology, immunohistology, mammalian cell technology, molecular cell biology, and the blessed double-helix DNA, anytime (forget about Biochemistry. It kills me.)! Flowers? Plants? Animals? Oh, please! All these are so uninteresting and dry!
PH told me to pour some water on it.
(o_O)
___________________________________________________________
Anyway, I realize that at times, I can be quite intolerant. Maybe it's because I often expect a certain, minimal standard. As to whether is it a pro or a con, I have no idea.
Apart from this, more often than not, I also at times feel irritated when people make mistakes. Not that I myself am flawless. But when it comes to people who I look up to - and want to learn from - blindly make silly mistakes or obvious wrong judgments, I leak trust and become skeptical easily. The seemingly worse thing is, I tend to show it and am not afraid of letting it known to the other party - discreetly and objectively, of course. No pretense. But then again, as it has been said, even the best of man makes mistakes. Oh well, respect and trust are not a given thing. Maybe in the initial stages, they are. But over time, they have to be earned, I guess. As the saying goes, time shows and proves everything.
Sunday, 8 February 2009
JOLT
JOLT
I didn't blog about this because I don't have a habit of blogging about personal matters, but Mum was warded into SGH A&E 2 months back in early December. She just had a medical review at National Heart Center a mere 2 days ago. She is due for yet another checkup on the 19th.
The day she was warded, it was just a normal Thursday morning. I was having breakfast with Dad when he said that Mum got warded. She had experienced severe pectoral angina (chest pain) while working, and the company doctor promptly called for an ambulance.
I thought it was nothing much. After all, she got to the hospital and received prompt medical attention. The fact that she was well enough to give Dad a call to inform him of the news is assuring. After breakfast, Dad drove us down to SGH. We reached at 10am+. It was there and then, upon arrival at the hospital, when we learned that she is in A&E; and in Intensive Care at that. For reasons unknown, we were denied entry and thus, did not even catch a glimpse of her.
We waited at the common waiting area. Time ticked by, and the hours passed. As the hours crawl by, the firm conviction and easy assurance ebbed away bit by bit. I had not expected any of these. The long wait. Being denied entry. And being checked into not a normal ward, but A&E. Why is taking so long? Why not a normal ward? What are the medical practitioners tending to? Is it serious? If it isn't, why is it taking so long?
We were finally allowed to see her at near 5pm. She was on a drip, looking weak and tired. A medical personnel was manning one of the many machines engulfing her, scruntinizing an ECG graph. As he's an Indian, Dad has trouble understanding his accent. I took over the conversation - while Dad turns his attention to Mum - and learned that she has to be warded for another 8hours for further observation.
We went home at about 5pm. After a quick dinner, I grabbed my guitar and headed down to Riverwalk for PM for Sentosa outreach. Straight after PM, we had our guitar session. Halfway through the lesson, Dad called and said that Mum might get discharged at midnight. The guitar lesson ended at 10.30pm+. I loitered around Clarke Quay for a while before heading down to Outram Park.
I reached Outram Park and followed the signage directing to the hospital. I rode up the escalator, and walked, and walked. Soon, I found myself in the middle of nowhere. Scanning the dark surroundings, I wondered momentarily whether am I going in the right direction. The knowledge that the Center for Forensic Medicine is somewhere near the vincinity is slightly unnerving.
My shoulder was starting to hurt; and the load of the guitar felt increasingly heavier. It was already minutes shy of midnight. This hospitalization, all of these, was happening at totally the wrong time, the wrong season. It was just adding on to all that has been increasingly piling up. The co-ord. The refusal of stripping. The personal problems. The doubt. The discouragement. Stranded in the middle of nowhere, not knowing even where exactly am I, and armed with just the guitar by the side; there was this heavy, weird feeling of being alone, orphaned. Slowing down the pace, a part of me wanted to squat down right there and then and cry and call for SOS. It would be nice to be weak, to cry, and have some concern, and lap up a bit of good old fussing once in a while. The idea of having someone cabbing down in my time of need at my request to somewhere this deserted in the dead of the night, and to collect and accompany me on this trip, was so temptingly comfortable.
Maybe it's pride or stubborn-ness or the fighting spirit at work, but the feeling of conceding and bowing down to defeat this easily is disappointing. It may sound foolish, but at that point of time, it's seemed to be a classic moment of either you break, or you don't.
Ignoring whatever feelings, I ventured on forward; not knowing even if it's the right direction or if it's the right thing to do. What if I get kidnapped? What if I meet some pervert? Before long, I came to this deserted carpark. An empty carpark in the dead of the night is so mightily and unbelieveably freaky. I walked on further, and from a distance away, finally saw Block 1 of SGH. It felt like spotting a mirage in a desert.
The ground level of the hospital building was so frighteningly isolated. Except for a couple of late visitors, there were barely anyone else around. The only sounds were that of my wedges "click-clock-ing" against the floor tiles. The shops, the pharmacies, the stores were all closed for the night. The clear reflections reflecting off the glass of the shops on both my left and right were so eerie.
I relieved my long-suffering shoulder of the guitar shoulder strap, and carried it by hand instead. It was getting increasingly heavy as the minute passes. I chose not to listen to the iPod, preferring to have my 5 senses on the alert. Don't turn and look even if you hear anything weird. Just walk. Don't get distracted by the reflections. Don't look. Just walk. Smile, be easy, just walk. If someone taps you on the shoulder from behind, just run. If something floats pass in front of you, just run. In the opposite direction. As fast as your legs can carry you. Don't dump your guitar while you make your fanatic getaway. You'll have to go back for it later. Hold it tight; hold it well. Be cool and calm and don't think too much and just continue to walk.
I reached Block 4 safely, in one piece. Taking the lift, I got to the A&E level. It was like entering a different world. Unlike the ground floor, it was full of people, bustling with activity. I made an enquiry at the counter, and got the updated ward details.
Found and located my mother easily. She was awake, but still on the drip. Now that it's just only the 2 of us alone, the reality of everything seemed to punch me in the face. It seemed so surreal. The IV drip. The medical equipments. The heart monitor. The pulse rate. The BP readings. The atmosphere and environment. The people in lab coat. The bitter smell of medicine. The hospital bed. The woman lying on it. My eyes followed the fluctuating line on the heart monitor as it moves along. I listened to the accompanying beeping. I read the BP readings and pulse rate. I looked at the steady flow of droplets in the IV fluid bag. I felt the cool air of the air-conditioner. I breathed in deeply, and deliberately etched into memory this moment. Instead of a million things flashing by the mind as how it's usually and typically depicted on TV shows, my mind was clear instead. Crystal clear. With the exception of a couple of things, my mind was totally blank. Nothing matters, anymore. At least, at this point of time.
The nurse came, and drew the curtains for some privacy. I was left on my own again. I wrapped my right fist around the neck of the guitar; happy to feel something of strength. The small piece of wood feels so solid; it gives a sense of assuring stability, bringing with it a pull back to reality.
Minutes later, the nurse drew back the curtains. My mum was now off the drip and ready to be discharged.
We cabbed home later that night, and I came home - hopefully, subtly - a somewhat different person.
I didn't blog about this because I don't have a habit of blogging about personal matters, but Mum was warded into SGH A&E 2 months back in early December. She just had a medical review at National Heart Center a mere 2 days ago. She is due for yet another checkup on the 19th.
The day she was warded, it was just a normal Thursday morning. I was having breakfast with Dad when he said that Mum got warded. She had experienced severe pectoral angina (chest pain) while working, and the company doctor promptly called for an ambulance.
I thought it was nothing much. After all, she got to the hospital and received prompt medical attention. The fact that she was well enough to give Dad a call to inform him of the news is assuring. After breakfast, Dad drove us down to SGH. We reached at 10am+. It was there and then, upon arrival at the hospital, when we learned that she is in A&E; and in Intensive Care at that. For reasons unknown, we were denied entry and thus, did not even catch a glimpse of her.
We waited at the common waiting area. Time ticked by, and the hours passed. As the hours crawl by, the firm conviction and easy assurance ebbed away bit by bit. I had not expected any of these. The long wait. Being denied entry. And being checked into not a normal ward, but A&E. Why is taking so long? Why not a normal ward? What are the medical practitioners tending to? Is it serious? If it isn't, why is it taking so long?
We were finally allowed to see her at near 5pm. She was on a drip, looking weak and tired. A medical personnel was manning one of the many machines engulfing her, scruntinizing an ECG graph. As he's an Indian, Dad has trouble understanding his accent. I took over the conversation - while Dad turns his attention to Mum - and learned that she has to be warded for another 8hours for further observation.
We went home at about 5pm. After a quick dinner, I grabbed my guitar and headed down to Riverwalk for PM for Sentosa outreach. Straight after PM, we had our guitar session. Halfway through the lesson, Dad called and said that Mum might get discharged at midnight. The guitar lesson ended at 10.30pm+. I loitered around Clarke Quay for a while before heading down to Outram Park.
I reached Outram Park and followed the signage directing to the hospital. I rode up the escalator, and walked, and walked. Soon, I found myself in the middle of nowhere. Scanning the dark surroundings, I wondered momentarily whether am I going in the right direction. The knowledge that the Center for Forensic Medicine is somewhere near the vincinity is slightly unnerving.
My shoulder was starting to hurt; and the load of the guitar felt increasingly heavier. It was already minutes shy of midnight. This hospitalization, all of these, was happening at totally the wrong time, the wrong season. It was just adding on to all that has been increasingly piling up. The co-ord. The refusal of stripping. The personal problems. The doubt. The discouragement. Stranded in the middle of nowhere, not knowing even where exactly am I, and armed with just the guitar by the side; there was this heavy, weird feeling of being alone, orphaned. Slowing down the pace, a part of me wanted to squat down right there and then and cry and call for SOS. It would be nice to be weak, to cry, and have some concern, and lap up a bit of good old fussing once in a while. The idea of having someone cabbing down in my time of need at my request to somewhere this deserted in the dead of the night, and to collect and accompany me on this trip, was so temptingly comfortable.
Maybe it's pride or stubborn-ness or the fighting spirit at work, but the feeling of conceding and bowing down to defeat this easily is disappointing. It may sound foolish, but at that point of time, it's seemed to be a classic moment of either you break, or you don't.
Ignoring whatever feelings, I ventured on forward; not knowing even if it's the right direction or if it's the right thing to do. What if I get kidnapped? What if I meet some pervert? Before long, I came to this deserted carpark. An empty carpark in the dead of the night is so mightily and unbelieveably freaky. I walked on further, and from a distance away, finally saw Block 1 of SGH. It felt like spotting a mirage in a desert.
The ground level of the hospital building was so frighteningly isolated. Except for a couple of late visitors, there were barely anyone else around. The only sounds were that of my wedges "click-clock-ing" against the floor tiles. The shops, the pharmacies, the stores were all closed for the night. The clear reflections reflecting off the glass of the shops on both my left and right were so eerie.
I relieved my long-suffering shoulder of the guitar shoulder strap, and carried it by hand instead. It was getting increasingly heavy as the minute passes. I chose not to listen to the iPod, preferring to have my 5 senses on the alert. Don't turn and look even if you hear anything weird. Just walk. Don't get distracted by the reflections. Don't look. Just walk. Smile, be easy, just walk. If someone taps you on the shoulder from behind, just run. If something floats pass in front of you, just run. In the opposite direction. As fast as your legs can carry you. Don't dump your guitar while you make your fanatic getaway. You'll have to go back for it later. Hold it tight; hold it well. Be cool and calm and don't think too much and just continue to walk.
I reached Block 4 safely, in one piece. Taking the lift, I got to the A&E level. It was like entering a different world. Unlike the ground floor, it was full of people, bustling with activity. I made an enquiry at the counter, and got the updated ward details.
Found and located my mother easily. She was awake, but still on the drip. Now that it's just only the 2 of us alone, the reality of everything seemed to punch me in the face. It seemed so surreal. The IV drip. The medical equipments. The heart monitor. The pulse rate. The BP readings. The atmosphere and environment. The people in lab coat. The bitter smell of medicine. The hospital bed. The woman lying on it. My eyes followed the fluctuating line on the heart monitor as it moves along. I listened to the accompanying beeping. I read the BP readings and pulse rate. I looked at the steady flow of droplets in the IV fluid bag. I felt the cool air of the air-conditioner. I breathed in deeply, and deliberately etched into memory this moment. Instead of a million things flashing by the mind as how it's usually and typically depicted on TV shows, my mind was clear instead. Crystal clear. With the exception of a couple of things, my mind was totally blank. Nothing matters, anymore. At least, at this point of time.
The nurse came, and drew the curtains for some privacy. I was left on my own again. I wrapped my right fist around the neck of the guitar; happy to feel something of strength. The small piece of wood feels so solid; it gives a sense of assuring stability, bringing with it a pull back to reality.
Minutes later, the nurse drew back the curtains. My mum was now off the drip and ready to be discharged.
We cabbed home later that night, and I came home - hopefully, subtly - a somewhat different person.
UNFAMILIARIZED
UNFAMILIARIZED
Loaned and collected a laptop from campus on Thursday. My personal laptop is a Fijitsu. It has been with me since the commencement of my undergraduate studies back in 2006. So, yep, this is it's 3rd year and counting. The Fujitsu has been serving me wonderfully and fabulously. It has never caused any problems; except for the initial problem with the motherboard. Of course, it was a technical glitch, and the staffs at the ITCenter promptly replaced it with a new one. Other than this, my Fujitsu is - and always has been - a loyal, faithful, and reliable aide. My good, old sidekick.
But since campus is loaning out laptops, I figured that I might as well take up the offer. All that I have to pay for is the insurance, at $38.50. That's it. So, yep, this HP Elitebook is my slave for the next 365 days! And there are quite cool programmes like Cmap, HotPotatoes, SoftChalk, Quandary2 and etc. Oh!
Another problem now is getting use to Windows Vista. Oh yea, and Microsoft Word 07; instead of the Microsoft Word XP which I am so used to. I'm pretty much still a Windows XP kid. AH!
Loaned and collected a laptop from campus on Thursday. My personal laptop is a Fijitsu. It has been with me since the commencement of my undergraduate studies back in 2006. So, yep, this is it's 3rd year and counting. The Fujitsu has been serving me wonderfully and fabulously. It has never caused any problems; except for the initial problem with the motherboard. Of course, it was a technical glitch, and the staffs at the ITCenter promptly replaced it with a new one. Other than this, my Fujitsu is - and always has been - a loyal, faithful, and reliable aide. My good, old sidekick.
But since campus is loaning out laptops, I figured that I might as well take up the offer. All that I have to pay for is the insurance, at $38.50. That's it. So, yep, this HP Elitebook is my slave for the next 365 days! And there are quite cool programmes like Cmap, HotPotatoes, SoftChalk, Quandary2 and etc. Oh!
Another problem now is getting use to Windows Vista. Oh yea, and Microsoft Word 07; instead of the Microsoft Word XP which I am so used to. I'm pretty much still a Windows XP kid. AH!
Friday, 6 February 2009
DATING A CHEMISTRY MAJOR
DATING A CHEMISTRY MAJOR
Again, got this piece of precious gem from Facebook!
10 reasons to date a Chemistry major:
10) We know how to handle HOT items.
9) We know how to make reactions go.
8) We have all the right elements, and we know all the right conditions.
7) We can handle chain reactions, with multiple stages.
6) We use a "periodic" table.
5) We like Anal. Chemistry.
4) We know all about heat / fluid transfer.
3) We stay up all night.
2) We have significant figures.
1) We are always willing to experiment.
Again, got this piece of precious gem from Facebook!
10 reasons to date a Chemistry major:
10) We know how to handle HOT items.
9) We know how to make reactions go.
8) We have all the right elements, and we know all the right conditions.
7) We can handle chain reactions, with multiple stages.
6) We use a "periodic" table.
5) We like Anal. Chemistry.
4) We know all about heat / fluid transfer.
3) We stay up all night.
2) We have significant figures.
1) We are always willing to experiment.
Wednesday, 4 February 2009
PHYSICAL BOUNDARY
PHYSICAL BOUNDARY
Babies can get away with almost anything. Did something bad? Just look cute; and there you go! Melt all the hearts out there!
Perhaps, one of the many differences between a child and a grown-up is that the latter is bounded by a lot more rules and regulations. Perhaps, this is the result of having the never-ending list of "dos and don'ts" reiterated once too many during the growing-up years. Don't touch the remote controls. Keep your hands away from the electrical switch. Don't scream and yell, or the bogeyman will get you later at night. Continuing crying, and you won't look as pretty or handsome. Keep your hands off that spoon, don't make a mess of your dinner. Don't pull up your shirt, shame shame.
It's not something bad, really. It teaches a child what are the forbiddens, what are the inappropriates, and what are the discouraged.
Grace, like all babies, has this habit of sitting on someone else's laps. She'll walk up, lock her eyes on the target, turn 180degrees around, take a good estimated aim, (sometimes turning around again to double-confirm), and plonk! down on the groove of my laps. That's it. Randomly. No questions asked. No outrage of modesty. No infrigement of physical boundary. As if she rightfully owns that pair of laps. As if my laps belong to her. As if my laps have her name stamped neatly across it.
At times, I wonder how would my response be if the person in mention here is not Grace or some cute lil ones, but an adult. Probably I'll deliver a good No Shadow Kick. Secondly, I also cannot imagine an adult sitting on a lady's laps without even so much as to ask for permission (of course, bfs and gfs exluding). Babies, fortunately, are often cute enough to pull it off. Thank goodness.
Of course, I have no complains. In fact, I love it whenever she does that. It really strokes the ego, you know? Oh my, she wants me! It always never fail to give a funny, bubbling, warm, fizzy feeling inside. Like warm carbonated drinks.
Maybe I should just enjoy and lap it up as much as I possibly could, before she gets inculcated and poisoned by the rules and regulations. It'll just kill everything off. I cannot imagine her asking, "Jie Jie, can I sit on your laps?". It is just too mechanic and non-spontaneous. On the other hand though, I have this gut feeling that by the time she's able to construct such complete sentences, she won't care much for this old pair of laps.
Babies can get away with almost anything. Did something bad? Just look cute; and there you go! Melt all the hearts out there!
Perhaps, one of the many differences between a child and a grown-up is that the latter is bounded by a lot more rules and regulations. Perhaps, this is the result of having the never-ending list of "dos and don'ts" reiterated once too many during the growing-up years. Don't touch the remote controls. Keep your hands away from the electrical switch. Don't scream and yell, or the bogeyman will get you later at night. Continuing crying, and you won't look as pretty or handsome. Keep your hands off that spoon, don't make a mess of your dinner. Don't pull up your shirt, shame shame.
It's not something bad, really. It teaches a child what are the forbiddens, what are the inappropriates, and what are the discouraged.
Grace, like all babies, has this habit of sitting on someone else's laps. She'll walk up, lock her eyes on the target, turn 180degrees around, take a good estimated aim, (sometimes turning around again to double-confirm), and plonk! down on the groove of my laps. That's it. Randomly. No questions asked. No outrage of modesty. No infrigement of physical boundary. As if she rightfully owns that pair of laps. As if my laps belong to her. As if my laps have her name stamped neatly across it.
At times, I wonder how would my response be if the person in mention here is not Grace or some cute lil ones, but an adult. Probably I'll deliver a good No Shadow Kick. Secondly, I also cannot imagine an adult sitting on a lady's laps without even so much as to ask for permission (of course, bfs and gfs exluding). Babies, fortunately, are often cute enough to pull it off. Thank goodness.
Of course, I have no complains. In fact, I love it whenever she does that. It really strokes the ego, you know? Oh my, she wants me! It always never fail to give a funny, bubbling, warm, fizzy feeling inside. Like warm carbonated drinks.
Maybe I should just enjoy and lap it up as much as I possibly could, before she gets inculcated and poisoned by the rules and regulations. It'll just kill everything off. I cannot imagine her asking, "Jie Jie, can I sit on your laps?". It is just too mechanic and non-spontaneous. On the other hand though, I have this gut feeling that by the time she's able to construct such complete sentences, she won't care much for this old pair of laps.
Tuesday, 3 February 2009
YOUR SONG
YOUR SONG
I am not totally immuned; but if we choose to, it's so easy to look for a thousand and one ways to focus on the wrong things.
But rather than mopping, or dwelling, or feeling sorry and miserable, why not just lift ourselves up, or do something constructive about the situation - if it is within our means? Even if it isn't, should we be bogged down by it and live our lives by what the circumstances dictate?
The battle is sometimes not just in the people or circumstances around us, but also within ourselves, our mind, our attitude, our maturity, our character.
It's one thing to be occasionally affected by the surrounding circumstances; it's only natural. It is, however, absolutely another to be controlled and overwhelmed by them.
The circumstances may not be nice or pleasant, but it does not necessarily mean that your life has to be so as well. It's YOU who decides. It's all that you CHOOSE to make it out to be.
If we're down at the bottom of a valley, going up is the only way. Knowing that there is no other way out, when we're in the craps, why not just recognize it for what it is and get it over and done with? Is it doing any good for anything or anybody by mopping and dwelling and feeling miserable and sorry?
Rather than wasting time, recognize that rising beyond the circumstances is the solution. Get it over and done with. Get out of the rut.
Indeed,
My life, Your song.
I want it to be a beautiful piece of music.
I am not totally immuned; but if we choose to, it's so easy to look for a thousand and one ways to focus on the wrong things.
But rather than mopping, or dwelling, or feeling sorry and miserable, why not just lift ourselves up, or do something constructive about the situation - if it is within our means? Even if it isn't, should we be bogged down by it and live our lives by what the circumstances dictate?
The battle is sometimes not just in the people or circumstances around us, but also within ourselves, our mind, our attitude, our maturity, our character.
It's one thing to be occasionally affected by the surrounding circumstances; it's only natural. It is, however, absolutely another to be controlled and overwhelmed by them.
The circumstances may not be nice or pleasant, but it does not necessarily mean that your life has to be so as well. It's YOU who decides. It's all that you CHOOSE to make it out to be.
If we're down at the bottom of a valley, going up is the only way. Knowing that there is no other way out, when we're in the craps, why not just recognize it for what it is and get it over and done with? Is it doing any good for anything or anybody by mopping and dwelling and feeling miserable and sorry?
Rather than wasting time, recognize that rising beyond the circumstances is the solution. Get it over and done with. Get out of the rut.
Indeed,
My life, Your song.
I want it to be a beautiful piece of music.
Monday, 2 February 2009
Escherichia Coli
ESCHERICHIA COLI
Suspect the E. Coli in my guts is a tad too active of late. Barely a week of slight solidification, it's back again to semi-liquid squirts. The weird thing is, the stomach is not aching; so I guess it rules out consumption of contaminated food. On a bright note, maybe I should try drinking Yakult Lactobacillus to restore the guts flora balance. Woot!
It's been a couple of weeks since the last hard and long and solid one. Errrm... Miss the feeling.
I'm currently quite addicted to this song, Nobody by Wondergirls. Oh, crap! I keep hearing it in my head! Save me!
Suspect the E. Coli in my guts is a tad too active of late. Barely a week of slight solidification, it's back again to semi-liquid squirts. The weird thing is, the stomach is not aching; so I guess it rules out consumption of contaminated food. On a bright note, maybe I should try drinking Yakult Lactobacillus to restore the guts flora balance. Woot!
It's been a couple of weeks since the last hard and long and solid one. Errrm... Miss the feeling.
I'm currently quite addicted to this song, Nobody by Wondergirls. Oh, crap! I keep hearing it in my head! Save me!
SHRINKING JEANS
SHRINKING JEANS
Finally wore a pair of newly-bought jeans for the first time a couple of days ago.
That jeans was bought 3weeks ago. It used to be a nice, tight fit. It is kind of upsetting, because over the past 3weeks, it seems to have expanded quite significantly. It used to be a nice fit, really. Fastening the button, the waistband fits just perfectly - tight, but not too tight. The length of the jeans was perfectly fine too - to my delight - because it means no alteration is needed. While in the fitting room, I bended and squatted and tried "walking" a little; and everything was nice. It feels like a nice little second skin, but yet, not as tight as a ba zhang (rice dumpling).
After undergoing a round of washing, it seemed to have expanded; so much so that I can now slot both my hands under the waistband. This is irritating because, each time I sit down or squat down, I've to be mindful and conscious of the back.
Maybe something went wrong with the washing process. But then, how could it be? The instructions were followed carefully. I turned the jeans inside out before throwing it into the washing machine; and yes, it's machine-washable. It was washed in cold/normal water, as instructed. And it was also able to be tumbled dry too.
Arghhh... This is upsetting. I'm thinking of attempting to shrink it by using hot water. But then again, another website says that this is not really advisable because the jeans might shrink unevenly; and having it professionally altered might be a better option instead. So now, I'm caught in a catch-22. Shrink in hot water and risk shrinking unevenly? Or go to a tailor? But then, I've never been to one before, and don't know of any good ones.
Sad. This pair of jeans is branded. It's the most I've forked out for a single pair of jeans thus far.
Finally wore a pair of newly-bought jeans for the first time a couple of days ago.
That jeans was bought 3weeks ago. It used to be a nice, tight fit. It is kind of upsetting, because over the past 3weeks, it seems to have expanded quite significantly. It used to be a nice fit, really. Fastening the button, the waistband fits just perfectly - tight, but not too tight. The length of the jeans was perfectly fine too - to my delight - because it means no alteration is needed. While in the fitting room, I bended and squatted and tried "walking" a little; and everything was nice. It feels like a nice little second skin, but yet, not as tight as a ba zhang (rice dumpling).
After undergoing a round of washing, it seemed to have expanded; so much so that I can now slot both my hands under the waistband. This is irritating because, each time I sit down or squat down, I've to be mindful and conscious of the back.
Maybe something went wrong with the washing process. But then, how could it be? The instructions were followed carefully. I turned the jeans inside out before throwing it into the washing machine; and yes, it's machine-washable. It was washed in cold/normal water, as instructed. And it was also able to be tumbled dry too.
Arghhh... This is upsetting. I'm thinking of attempting to shrink it by using hot water. But then again, another website says that this is not really advisable because the jeans might shrink unevenly; and having it professionally altered might be a better option instead. So now, I'm caught in a catch-22. Shrink in hot water and risk shrinking unevenly? Or go to a tailor? But then, I've never been to one before, and don't know of any good ones.
Sad. This pair of jeans is branded. It's the most I've forked out for a single pair of jeans thus far.
Sunday, 1 February 2009
CORNY SCIENCE
CORNY SCIENCE
Got this gem from Facebook!
What does a chemist do when he sees a fire?
He calculates the heat of reaction and synthesizes a suitably endothermic reaction to put it out.
Two protons walk into a bar talking about a mutual friend.
Proton: Did you hear Electron 7 got thrown into another orbital and wasn't happy about it?
Proton 2: Yea, well. He's always been negative that way.
The Physicist, upon seeing all the waves, gets very excited and runs into the water, disappearing.
The Marine Biologist, aware of tremendous variety of marine life in the ocean, also gets very excited, and runs into the water, disappearing.
The Chemist pulls out her notebook, and writes "The Physicist and the Marine Biologist are soluble in water"
Q: While walking into a lab, how does one know which lab is it?
A: If it's green and wabbles - it's a biology lab.
If it stinks - it's a chemistry lab
And if it doesn't work - it's a physics lab...
Q: What happened to the molecular biologist who swallowed a beaker full of restriction endonucleases?
A: He came to a sticky end
Chemistry is killing me: anytime I do a Diels-Alder reaction, I think I'm diene.
Q: What did one lab rat say to the other?
A: "I've got my scientist so well trained that every time I push the buzzer, he brings me a snack."
Did you hear about the biologist who had twins? She baptized one and kept the other as a control!
Hydrogen is such a whore, it'll bond to anything!
Helium is such a prude.
Scientist: "For my next experiment I intend to prove that neutrons have mass."
Non-scientist: "Neutrons have mass? I didn't even know they were catholic"
A small furry animal walks into a bar, orders a drink. Bartender looks at him, says "Sorry, the occupancy is 6.03 x 10^23. We cannot serve a mole."
Q: What do you call a tooth in a glass of water?
A: A one molar solution.
Two gases are talking to each other and they see another gas walk by. . .
gas 1: Man, that is the IDEAL gas!
gas 2: Eww, you pvnrt!
Q: Why does e^x hate going to parties?
A: Because no matter how hard he tries, he always fails to integrate
I wish I was Adenine so I can be paired with U! (Doro, bet you're able to get this joke!)
At NIH (National Institute of Health), there is a sign on the door of a microbiology lab that reads "STAPH ONLY!"
Do you have mole problems? Call Avogadro at 602-1023.
If I were an enzyme, I'd be DNA helicase...that way I could unzip your genes. (Doro! Haha.)
So I was talking to Heisenberg the other day and I asked him, "How’s it going?" and he said, "Not so good..."
I asked "Why not so good?" and he said "Well… It's the ladies.. I just can’t get any!"
I said "Why not? I mean you'd think the ladies would be swarming you with international fame and all."
His reply was "Well, they are, they are... It's just when I've got the time I haven't got the energy and when I've got the energy I haven’t got the time...."
Q: Why does hamburger have lower energy than steak?
A: Because it's in the ground state.
A small piece of ice which lived in a test tube fell in love with a Bunsen burner. "Bunsen! My flame! I melt whenever I see you" said the ice. The Bunsen burner replied: "It's just a phase you're going through".
Q: What's the difference between Chemistry and cooking?
A: In Chemistry, you should never lick the spoon.
Heisenberg is pulled over for speeding:
"Do you know how fast you were going?" the police officer asks, incredulously.
"No," replies Heisenberg, "but I know exactly where I am!"
Two atoms are walking down the street.
Says one atom to the other, "Hey! I think I lost an electron!"
The other says, "Are you sure??"
"Yes, I'm positive!"
A neutron walks into a restaurant and orders a couple of drinks. As she is about to leave, she asks the waiter how much she owes. The waiter replies, "For you, No Charge!!!"
Geologists do IT on the ground.
Astronomers do IT all night.
Chemists do IT by bonding.
Chemists also do IT on a table, periodically.
Newton did IT with force.
Eighteenth century physicists did IT with rigid bodies.
Maxwell did IT with magnetism.
Analytical Chemists do it with precision and accuracy.
Volta did IT with a jolt.
Watt did IT with power.
Joule did IT with energy.
Ohm did IT with resistance.
Pascal did IT under pressure.
Hooke did IT using springs.
Coulomb got all charged up about IT.
Hertz did IT frequently.
Boltzmann did IT in heat.
Ampere let IT flow.
For Franklin, IT was an electrifying experience.
Edison claims to have invented IT.
When Richter did IT, the Earth shook.
For Darwin, IT was natural.
Freud did IT in his sleep.
Mendel studied the consequences of IT.
When Wegener did IT, continents moved.
Classical physicists do IT in perfectly uniform harmonic motion.
Heisenberg was never sure whether he even did IT.
Bohr did IT in an excited state.
Pauli did IT but excluded his friends.
Schrödinger did IT in waves.
Bose did IT with partners.
Einstein did IT on a curved surface.
Oort did IT in a cloud.
Hubble did IT in the dark.
Watson and Crick got all wound up about IT.
Cosmologists do IT in a big bang.
Theorists do IT on paper.
Wigner did IT in a group.
Richter and Ting did IT with charm.
Astrophysicists do IT with young starlets.
Planetary scientists do IT with Uranus.
Electron microscopists do IT 100,000 times.
Feynman did IT in fields.
Hawking wrote a brief history of IT.
And super symmetric theorists do IT with sleptons.
Soil chemists do IT dirty.
My personal favourite?
If you're not part of the solution, you're part of the precipitate!
Got this gem from Facebook!
What does a chemist do when he sees a fire?
He calculates the heat of reaction and synthesizes a suitably endothermic reaction to put it out.
Two protons walk into a bar talking about a mutual friend.
Proton: Did you hear Electron 7 got thrown into another orbital and wasn't happy about it?
Proton 2: Yea, well. He's always been negative that way.
The Physicist, upon seeing all the waves, gets very excited and runs into the water, disappearing.
The Marine Biologist, aware of tremendous variety of marine life in the ocean, also gets very excited, and runs into the water, disappearing.
The Chemist pulls out her notebook, and writes "The Physicist and the Marine Biologist are soluble in water"
Q: While walking into a lab, how does one know which lab is it?
A: If it's green and wabbles - it's a biology lab.
If it stinks - it's a chemistry lab
And if it doesn't work - it's a physics lab...
Q: What happened to the molecular biologist who swallowed a beaker full of restriction endonucleases?
A: He came to a sticky end
Chemistry is killing me: anytime I do a Diels-Alder reaction, I think I'm diene.
Q: What did one lab rat say to the other?
A: "I've got my scientist so well trained that every time I push the buzzer, he brings me a snack."
Did you hear about the biologist who had twins? She baptized one and kept the other as a control!
Hydrogen is such a whore, it'll bond to anything!
Helium is such a prude.
Scientist: "For my next experiment I intend to prove that neutrons have mass."
Non-scientist: "Neutrons have mass? I didn't even know they were catholic"
A small furry animal walks into a bar, orders a drink. Bartender looks at him, says "Sorry, the occupancy is 6.03 x 10^23. We cannot serve a mole."
Q: What do you call a tooth in a glass of water?
A: A one molar solution.
Two gases are talking to each other and they see another gas walk by. . .
gas 1: Man, that is the IDEAL gas!
gas 2: Eww, you pvnrt!
Q: Why does e^x hate going to parties?
A: Because no matter how hard he tries, he always fails to integrate
I wish I was Adenine so I can be paired with U! (Doro, bet you're able to get this joke!)
At NIH (National Institute of Health), there is a sign on the door of a microbiology lab that reads "STAPH ONLY!"
Do you have mole problems? Call Avogadro at 602-1023.
If I were an enzyme, I'd be DNA helicase...that way I could unzip your genes. (Doro! Haha.)
So I was talking to Heisenberg the other day and I asked him, "How’s it going?" and he said, "Not so good..."
I asked "Why not so good?" and he said "Well… It's the ladies.. I just can’t get any!"
I said "Why not? I mean you'd think the ladies would be swarming you with international fame and all."
His reply was "Well, they are, they are... It's just when I've got the time I haven't got the energy and when I've got the energy I haven’t got the time...."
Q: Why does hamburger have lower energy than steak?
A: Because it's in the ground state.
A small piece of ice which lived in a test tube fell in love with a Bunsen burner. "Bunsen! My flame! I melt whenever I see you" said the ice. The Bunsen burner replied: "It's just a phase you're going through".
Q: What's the difference between Chemistry and cooking?
A: In Chemistry, you should never lick the spoon.
Heisenberg is pulled over for speeding:
"Do you know how fast you were going?" the police officer asks, incredulously.
"No," replies Heisenberg, "but I know exactly where I am!"
Two atoms are walking down the street.
Says one atom to the other, "Hey! I think I lost an electron!"
The other says, "Are you sure??"
"Yes, I'm positive!"
A neutron walks into a restaurant and orders a couple of drinks. As she is about to leave, she asks the waiter how much she owes. The waiter replies, "For you, No Charge!!!"
Geologists do IT on the ground.
Astronomers do IT all night.
Chemists do IT by bonding.
Chemists also do IT on a table, periodically.
Newton did IT with force.
Eighteenth century physicists did IT with rigid bodies.
Maxwell did IT with magnetism.
Analytical Chemists do it with precision and accuracy.
Volta did IT with a jolt.
Watt did IT with power.
Joule did IT with energy.
Ohm did IT with resistance.
Pascal did IT under pressure.
Hooke did IT using springs.
Coulomb got all charged up about IT.
Hertz did IT frequently.
Boltzmann did IT in heat.
Ampere let IT flow.
For Franklin, IT was an electrifying experience.
Edison claims to have invented IT.
When Richter did IT, the Earth shook.
For Darwin, IT was natural.
Freud did IT in his sleep.
Mendel studied the consequences of IT.
When Wegener did IT, continents moved.
Classical physicists do IT in perfectly uniform harmonic motion.
Heisenberg was never sure whether he even did IT.
Bohr did IT in an excited state.
Pauli did IT but excluded his friends.
Schrödinger did IT in waves.
Bose did IT with partners.
Einstein did IT on a curved surface.
Oort did IT in a cloud.
Hubble did IT in the dark.
Watson and Crick got all wound up about IT.
Cosmologists do IT in a big bang.
Theorists do IT on paper.
Wigner did IT in a group.
Richter and Ting did IT with charm.
Astrophysicists do IT with young starlets.
Planetary scientists do IT with Uranus.
Electron microscopists do IT 100,000 times.
Feynman did IT in fields.
Hawking wrote a brief history of IT.
And super symmetric theorists do IT with sleptons.
Soil chemists do IT dirty.
My personal favourite?
If you're not part of the solution, you're part of the precipitate!
JI-KO-PA!!! BANE OF MY LIFE
JI-KO-PA!!! BANE OF MY LIFE
On Friday night, TR and I battled it out valiantly; and I suffered a brave, mighty, crushing defeat. Lost 8 times consecutively in a row. He stopped at the 8th round - not having the heart to bear winning against me for yet another time. Was then egged on to try playing against both PH and Doro instead - both of whom triumphed just as gloriously. That makes it a perfect 10 out of 10; all within an hour.
Yesterday afternoon, while queuing up to enter the hall, I played against both PH and Doro again. Fought earnestly with all my might, strength, heart, mind, and soul. The results?
No prize for guessing the right answer.
The reigning, unparallel, undisputable expert champion queen. I've discovered my hidden talent. Don't play play.
On Friday night, TR and I battled it out valiantly; and I suffered a brave, mighty, crushing defeat. Lost 8 times consecutively in a row. He stopped at the 8th round - not having the heart to bear winning against me for yet another time. Was then egged on to try playing against both PH and Doro instead - both of whom triumphed just as gloriously. That makes it a perfect 10 out of 10; all within an hour.
Yesterday afternoon, while queuing up to enter the hall, I played against both PH and Doro again. Fought earnestly with all my might, strength, heart, mind, and soul. The results?
No prize for guessing the right answer.
The reigning, unparallel, undisputable expert champion queen. I've discovered my hidden talent. Don't play play.
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