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How I wish it did not stop there
Exam in a month's time, so Friday night is spent in hall, trying my best to do some revision.
But tonight, it is one that I will not forget quite soon.
Just now, suddenly my room's door open, and pop in a girl, whom I have never met before. She's not like very cute, but her flaws are well covered by her un-removed make-up.
She must have gone into the wrong room by mistake, and the very next moment, she closed the door, and I was hestitate to go near the door, and open to see that she is really gone.
But now that the stun is over, how I wish time stopped there, if not she continue making her way in, implying that I was in a relationship that time that moment.
OK, dreams over, back to study... /(T-T)\
// sprinkled by wing_0 @ 10/27/2007 12:01:00 am
Weekend of Bonding
After gu je visited us last week, this weekend is about some father & son bonding.
Though we missed the Oktoberfest bier (i am using German) at Paulaner Brahaus, and despite having to work next day, lou dao, sai lou and me went down there for a drink. 3x 1L of German dark beer each, and the 3 of us actually took a taxi back home after that.
But the process of reaching there from City Hall MRT led lou dao to realise I have fail to inherit his excellent sense of direction, but rather lou ma zi's haphazard way of travelling. Shame on me.
But before making our way there, we have a slight bonding session before that by trying to fix the pipes at the kitchen.
And if that is not enough, the door bell finally give way, and both of us have to fix it on Sunday. Though I manage to fix it up, if he was not around to tie up the loose ends, it would be good as not fixed at all.
Though it is a weekend of humility of my bad gene pool, at least I am doing things I am proud of. How many fathers today can do such things with their grown-up kids these days? I was talking about it with my friends online last night, and all of them were giving commets like "cool" or "my father don't drink with us no more".
In the modern world, how much time do fathers really spend time with their children, let alone their grown-up kids? This is something you have to start since young, by foregoing personal time and pleasure.
Though it is not Father's Day, this weekend make me want to give lou dao a big hug (though I will never do that in real-life... let alone lou ma zi wanna give me a hug when I came back from China)
5, 10 years down the road, it will be my turn to take up fatherhood. This post will be a reminder of how I should lead my ways as a father in future, making myself a father my son/daughter can be proud of.
// sprinkled by wing_0 @ 10/22/2007 10:35:00 am
Professional ID
I was Singapore General Hospital for my eyes' check up. While there isn't much immediate complication the eye infection, it was noted that my eyes have something peculiar. This means I will need to go back there for another round of check up, the very next day after my last paper this semster.
But that is not I really want to talk about.
While I was taking my lunch and roaming around the hospital, I can't help but to notice something very interesting. Groups of doctor (more accurately, general physcian, eye specialist don't do this) walking around the campus (yes, that is what the signboard call the SGH area), or having their lunch, wearing that "thing that hear heart bits" (i forgot what it is called).
With that I am sure they are doctors, and not staff from the management.
But, I though they should be off duty? Why, of all things, not even the name-tag, but that THING?
I guess, this is what you can call Professional ID.
Just as you recognise a civil engineer from the helmet he wear, or the blacken hand of car technician, there is something you can always use to tell what profession someone is.
So, what will be my Professional ID?
// sprinkled by wing_0 @ 10/16/2007 09:39:00 pm
2000
This is a ordinary number, 20x100 = 20x20 = 2000x1.
But if we put the word 'generations' after the number, it has the strongest message in the world that, if all of us understand, could end all racial prejudice.
2000 generation ago, we, be it Asian, Caucasian, Indian, Aboringnal, Native American, etc, etc, etc, etc... came from a group of early human beings that made their journey to Central Asia from Africa, but only to split into 3 different group, that resulted in the global population around the world.
It is time, I seriously should re-think about my personal prejudice.
// sprinkled by wing_0 @ 10/05/2007 11:58:00 pm
Now, where should I start...?
Last week was the short-lived ressess week, and the first time in 4 years in NTU that I actually stayed over in the hall during ressess week for more than 3 days. But than again, it's still better than no break in between, like what happens in NUS.
So, let's see, where should I start?
Monday to Wednesday, more black powder synthesis, and after further discussion with my mentor, I realise that even that I had started early on my Final Year Project, I will still need to go back to lab as often as possible, even if it has reached the point of time that my supervising professor would allow us to stop and concentrate on my core subjects. But having only less than 20% of the amount of powder for making the final sets of sample, I do not have much choice, but to work till late during the 3 days.
But why 3 days only?
On top of the fact that my laboratory partner is only coming back for 3 days also, I have planned something really fun for myself: hosting a group of student from Waseda University. Therefore, for Thurs and Fri, I was either roaming the school compound, if not wandering in Chinatown or Little India, and finally singing my heart out at KTV.
And I realise I can sing songs from Southern All Stars the best, and it takes me the 3rd trip to Night Safari to see the night animal show (whereby it starts with a coughing wolf, that goes, woo, instead of the majestiv woooooooooooooo...)
Then on the last 2 days, slugging at home to play my favourite MMORPG, which is not quite a healthy things to do. But by doing up my presentation slides in the meantime, I makes me feel just a little better.
To sum it up, too many things happened in this short 1 week, and my life is still on the roller coaster. I am still OK with this, I don't see any problem with my school work, nor am I spending too much. Deep inside me, on looking at how uncontactable the rest of my friends in school are these days, I feel guilty for having so much fun admist the stressful atmosphere of final year.
Now, I feel lost, for the 1st time in 4 years.
// sprinkled by wing_0 @ 10/04/2007 08:12:00 pm