Sunday, February 28, 2010
Hong KOng II !
My 2nd trip to Hong Kong proved to be more fruitful than the first. Well obviously since i travelled with friends instead of family this time. Only we had to stick to a tighter budget on our own.
But we covered more places: HK DisneyLand, Macau, Shopping, PorkChop buns, Dim Sums, Po Lo Buns, Avenue of Stars, SOGO, Citygate Outlet, Ladies Street, MongKok, bla bla..
NOt too much of shopping done but we bought lots of foodstuff back! Almond cookies, Wife Cakes, Some tarts, ate lots of Portugese Tarts, PorkChop Buns, and and and lots of Photographs!
A huge improvement on the use of Cantonese from this trip too!
Monday, February 01, 2010
Tachycardia
Tachycardia.
Temporarily i hope.
My heart is beating like this now. It must have been the coffee i took after tuition in a bid to keep awake. And it didnt work its magic. Instead it triggered an attack.
A mixture of dyspnea and vasodilation overwhelmed me.
Thanks Ben for being there to help me out through the net. This week's not the best week for my healthy well-being. Thanks to the numerous tests and my attempt to study with caffeine.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Michael Oher Tuohy - The Blind Side
“More important than all the new socioeconomic status, Oher knew for the first time in his life that he was loved.”
Michael Oher Tuohy was a black child born to crack coccaine addict mom Denise Oher. He had a difficult childhood having moved to multiple foster homes and sometimes find himself homeless. Until his last foster parent helped him enter a Christian School, he was probably a floater.
His life underwent a huge transformation one freezing night after a school event as he was picked up by the Tuohys having wandered around clad only in his thin polo t-shirt and one pair of bermudas, and armed with an old spare shirt.
Both The Tuohys and Michael himself learnt a lot from each other being a minority and a majority group in America's social standings. This movie : The Blind Side , shows alot on how Michael Oher's life had light the the end of his tunnel. It's a fascinating and very moving movie...Very inspiring too!
Below is the poem which inspired Michael in one of his literature essays in the movie:
The Charge Of The Light Brigade
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Memorializing Events in the Battle of Balaclava, October 25, 1854Written 1854
Half a league half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred:
'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns' he said:
Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd ?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do & die,
Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd & thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred.
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack & Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke,
Shatter'd & sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse & hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
Sunday, November 29, 2009
What is Consciousness?
It was revealed this week that for 23 long years, a Belgian man had been misdiagnosed as being in a permanent vegetative state of wakefulness, without awareness. This is where a patient with severe brain damage remains in a state of wakefulness without awareness.
In fact, the man had been conscious and aware the whole time but was just unable to move his limbs, make facial expressions or speak. He now uses a keyboard to communicate.
Now, What is Consciousness?
There is no consensus but one definition is that it is the subjective experience of awareness with wakefulness. But this sounds tautological. Clearly if it is a subjective experience, it can only be reported by the person who experiences it. That is, it cannot be plumbed by an externl observer.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
My feet ached so much. This has been my very first complaint about painful heels. Calcaneum Xrays, soon!
Thursday, November 19, 2009
I don't know what's right for me anymore.
I don't know what's right for me anymore, really.
Pull Together
Why is it that she can do that well but i cant? Why is it that others can do it, i cant? At times I feel so helpless and annoyed with myself, why can't I just concentrate, focus on my GOALS and chase after it? WHy can't i think straight and do things right? Why WHy WHY.
It's not that i'm jealous or what, everyone wants that too. Who wants to feel aimless and not do well in it? Who doesn't want to be the cream of the ******* crop? I need to be isolated. I need to turn into a full-time mugger overnight, at least prepare for the future ones to come. I just feel really lousy over tues's test. I have the sudden urge to be heartless, cold and lonesome just so that i can focus, give chase and get there, before anybody and everybody else. Like a Cold race.
Give me a break and put me back on track. I really need to clear and pull myself together. This is seriously not working out for me.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Fearless
" Fearless is not the absence of fear. It's not being completely unafraid. Fearless is having fears. Fearless is having doubts. Lots of them. Fearless is living in spite of those things that scare you to death. Fearless is falling madly again, even though you've been hurt before. Fearless is getting back up and fighting for what you want over and over again...even though everytime you've tried before, you've lost. It's fearless to have faith that someday things will change. Fearless is having the courage to say goodbye to someone who only hurts you, even if you can't breathe without them. I think it's fearless to fall for your best friend, even though he's in love with someone else. And when someone apologises to you enough times for things they'll never stop doing, i think it's fearless to stop believing them. It's fearless to say " You're NOT sorry", and walk away. I think loving someone despite what people think is fearless. I think allowing yourself to cry in the room is fearless. Letting go is fearless. Then moving on and being alright..is fearless too. But no matter what love throws at you, you have to believe in it. You have to believe in love stories and prince charmings and happily ever afters. Love should be Fearless. "
2-1. Nov the 4th 2009
Chapter 2-0 closed rather abruptly to the beginning of 2-1. I didn't get a chance to bade a proper goodbye to 2-0.
Did i ever mention i loved a merry party filled with people i loved? Ironically i am slightly claustrophobic, yet i love a party with people. My 21st, almost all preparations were done on my own. The mobile disco, the games, the host for the night, the reception( well i did have a couple of help from my lovely brothers and gfs , thank god otherwise i might need to split myself into slices).
The DJ was rather cute(non chinese but not malay) but i did not get a chance to take a photograph with him, What a pity! But he did get a doorgift!
I can't remember the last time i had 3 bagful of presents and to relinquish the joy and excitement in unwrapping the presents. The surprise and warmth from the cards and gifts were priceless, i say.
When was the last time i felt my family was really a family? That night i felt it, i had to admit it was a strange remote feeling. Something like that was present but lost and returned all of a sudden and seemingly unfamiliar. Yet you recognise it like a moment of realisation. It was a queer feeling, but heart warming. Transient moments like these are hard to come by.
21. Welcome to the legal age for everything. Not quite looking forward yet quite glad to be of age. Life's just full of ironies.
Talk in my flooble chatterbox! ( if your can\'t tag on the screen!(: )
