this post is DEDICATED to my dear friends yoke sin and grace (yoke sin, if u're reading this, i want u to know that i really miss citing biological science 1&2 with u, and grace, if u're reading this, dun freak out, i'm not like dr sexy*wink*).....it's been great knowing you......yoke sin, u were one of those outspoken ppl that caught the attention of the whole class during the first few days.....by scaring us with golgi apparatus (saying that in malay it's called jasad golgi).....nonetheless, we turned out to be great friends, didn't we? and yes, who could ever forget tapetum? this word will come with me to my grave (with you too yoke sin right?).....both of us had similar results, we got a C for thinking skills, and not to mention that one time that both of us shocked miss annie by getting a B for bio.....truly miss the time i had in taylor's

grace.....initially, u were known to me as sherlyn's friend then as days went by until the very moment i made the remark that started the ball rolling.....did u know that xxrrx is gay? then we started to compile a whole list of gay ppl.....super gossips, from dr sexy to x0, x half and x1, we have made our boring lectures interesting.....looking forward to the day when we can walk like mad cows in clark quay at 2am in the morning.....swing like we have never before, eat candy floss on a merry go round (originally yoke sin's idea hahaha), eat ice cream when it's freezing cold beside the river.....play the ketpin or alex or bernard game again haha.....talk like we're 12 year olds.....heavenly.....

who said a girl and a guy can never be best friends? from yoke sin and grace, i have found best friends of the opposite sex.....to yoke sin whom i may or may not meet again, if i ever do, i believe, u will be dr hoh by then, i want u to know that u have a place rooted in my memory.....to grace, my fellow gossiper, i treasure this time in NUS with u.....

taylor's was one and a half years(well lived).....NUS is 4 yrs and 1 and a half has passed(also well lived), time flies, i am already 21.....somehow this song keeps playing in my head:i don't want to grow up, i'm a toys R us kid.....

i don't care, i will not be the only one in sow.....i will pull all of u into this.....sow is in your blood, not scamp, got it?

no matter what the outcome of the interview will be, one thing for sure is that i have great friends.....to Ezekiel from whom i borrowed not one but 2 shirts (he ironed them for me as well, great friend isn't he?) and to jeremy who acted as my interviewer to boast my confidence tomorrow.....to these 2 friends, i want u to know that i am truly grateful, i thank God for knowing u.....

interesting things have happened to me over the past few days, and by interesting, i mean good.....i wanted a calendar so badly but could not figure out where to get it, then on that day itself, my friend gave me a pocket size calendar.....not only do i have a calander, i have a portable one.....i've been smiling to bed for the past few days and wish to keep it up.....If I were to get this one thing that i want so badly (more than the calendar of course), I truly believe that i am blessed.....i will then marry myself to a biological lab, and of course to GOD the Almighty.....

i just can't believe the fact that all of a sudden, i have no more friends in imu.....not that we're not friends anymore, but all of them have graduated from their first clinical phase in imu and going on to all around the world (mainly australia and uk).....awesome friends i have, although i wasn't at the airport in kl to send them off because i am in singapore doing dna agarose gel electrophoresis in the dbs lab, i feel the sadness that i would feel if i were to be at the airport at that time.....i do not know when would i see them again.....this year? next year? 10 years later? or would all that we have experienced together be only a faint sweet memory for me to ponder over when i enter my greying days? i hope not.....

the days of me having long hair are like ages ago.....all it needed was 2 visits to the saloon within just 2 weeks.....no, i did not colour my hair, go for treatment or bleach for my hair to require 2 visits to the smiling hair stylist (cause i had to pay him 2 times in 2 weeks).....well, actually it all started when i went back to kl from singapore with my hair (almost) touching the collar (ok lar, the fringe was also very long, i admit).....this was my mum's reaction.....

mum : eh, you need to take new passport photos to renew your driving licence, u're no longer a P licence holder.....
me : oh, ok.....
mum : cut your hair 1st.....
me : no need lar
mum : haih yo, it's so long.....later they don't let u enter singapore with long hair.....

i don't know where my mum got the idea that singapore forbids ppl with long hair to enter singapore.....anyway, that was how i ended up visiting the saloon.....then, a few days later after my haircut, i met my grandmother from whom my mum inherited most of her genes (especially the view on boys with long hair).....

grandma : eh, weather very hot.....
me : not hot lar, monsoon season le, look, it's raining.....
grandma : haih yah, later in february it'll be very hot, so cut your hair, it's so long.....

i looked at her in disbelief, my hair was SUPER short at that time.....but i ended up in the saloon for the second time.....this time with my mom behind the hair stylist (the hair stylist might as well pass the scissors to my mum).....

and so, i now have super super short hair.....i've turned 16 once again.....i wish

there's nothing more heavenly than sitting in front of the computer (not doing school work of course) on a lazy rainy day.....of course, it'll be twice as heavenly if u could surf the net on your bed, reading those interesting articles in wikipedia.....then again, it has to rain on a school day, not only do i not have the leisure to surf through the rain, i had to also endure the side effects of a heavy downpour such as walking late into the lecture theatre soaking wet with 201 pairs of eyes staring at me (it didn't hit me that i should walk in through the back door).....what could be worse is that the lecture is webcast and those malevolent students, or worse, the lecturer would play and replay again my embarassing moment throughout the whole semester. well, it doesn't help that the semester has just begun and they would have at least one thing to entertain themselves for the next 4 months.....believe it or not that did happen, last semester, the only thing is that all of them were separate events strecthed over the semester.....i thank God that they weren't simultaneous, or i'll have a hard time deciding to die of pneumonia or myocardial infarction in front of 200 students.....

ok, time to get going.....

i miss my innocent primary school days.....innocent because the worst that could happen to me was having my pencil case stollen.....i've heard enough of the horrors of working, the advice from those already working somehow rings loudly in my ear these fews days, "be prepared to be scolded by your boss" "your collegues or your so called friends in work may back stab you to climb to the top" etc etc.....today in the lecture theatre, i looked around, thinking, one day, these ppl around me will be my collegues, they don't look that mean to me, at least for now.....coincidentally, one of my senoirs who graduated two semesters ago, visited us today.....as usual, she went on on how working life is and assured us that what we've heard about working life could not be more true....."if u don't enjoy your freedom to study now in university, u're going to regret 10years down the road".....i stared at her for a moment, thinking "it's like how i now regret not enjoying my primary and secondary school life to their fullest".....

no matter how stressful my life in NUS may be, staying up late rushing through my assignments (the number 6.3.4.4 (though grace has my pity for remembering 2.7.7.7) will always stay rooted in me till the day i breathe my last) etc etc, deep down inside me, i know i love my life now.....something tells me to live one day as it is, do not try to rewind nor fastforward.....carpe diem, seize the day - the one thing that college has taught me which i failed time and again to understand.....

God bless me this day

down with flu and all i can do is roll up in self-pity.....nah, that was what i thought it will be but no, it didn't happen.....someone was waiting with me in line to see the doctor (never thought that such great things occur to me), never imagined that friends do wait for each other (especially in times of sickness?????considering the fact that i am down with flu and may be HIGHLY contagious).....in any case, i have realised something about myself.....i always expect the worst outcome and when the worst did not happen, i praise God for a rather good day.....i have flu today, but it's not the worst day of my life, with good friends beside me today, it's all rounded up to a normal day.....one fine day, i've got what i've asked for.....

when i fall in love, it will be forever, but i doubt the former will ever happen for the latter to occur.....college mates who know me well enough will know that i have a rather weird principle : i will not marry, and even if, the stupid cupid hits a bullseye and i marry, i will not have children.....seriously, the world's over-populated.....

i must admit, i am fickle-minded but dangerously impulsive.....it's like when i finally decide to do something after much deliberation(a long and painful one), only the Almighty can stop me.....it's like how i decided to start going on shut-off mode and study whole-heartedly.....i am no freak, i am human, i don't do miracles nor have i seen any in my 2-decade life and hence do not believe in one.....if, (touchwood), i impulsively decide to read lecture notes instead of the textbook, i will go way down, no doubt.....as much as i would love to call myself a genius, i am not one.....what i am today is because of what i did yesterday.....it may be luck that pulled me through (or not), but i find comfort whenever i pray sincerely....i believe in the Almighty, but i do not believe in miracles.....