The things you overhear people say...
Was in one of the bus stops in NUS when i overheard this conversation between 2 girls behind me:
Girl A: Eh, this girl looks like Goh Aik Ying.
Girl B: Huh? Who's she?
Girl A: Oh, she's 2 batches my senior in sec sch. Used to be ketua pengawas last time. Then when she graduated, she cut her hair real short and dyed it red. And had lots of ear piercings.
Girl B: Huh? Ketua pengawas can do that one mer??
Girl A: That time she doing A Levels already what...
Hmmm...at first when I heard my name, thought I must have heard wrongly. Or maybe I was hallucinating, considering the fact that I'm taking anti-malarial pills that can give psychotic-like effects (but let's leave this malaria business out of the picture first). So maybe the 2 girls were really just fragments of my own imagination.
But no. I turned around and really saw these 2 girls. And I haven't a clue who they are. Now out of the thousands of bus stops (ok maybe just hundreds considering the size of Singapore) in S'pore, what are the chances of meeting these 2 girls??
So at that moment, I was left with 2 options:
1. go up to them and say sheepishly: Er, yea actually, I am indeed yours truly.
or
2. adopt a new identity and try to be as un-Goh Aik Ying as possible.
And in that afternoon heat, having just came out of a grilling orthopaedic lecture, I decided to take the second option. And my dad still dare say that he didn't recognise me when I walked out of the airport.
Anyways, on hind sight, maybe I shouhld really have approached them and identified myself. And then tell Girl A: actually, it was maroon, not red. Hmmm, never knew I was that famous and people actually still remember how I look like.
But moral of story is:
# 1. don't talk too loud in public places.
# 2. if someone looks like someone, there is really quite a high chance that that someone really is that someone.
(and just a note for pa and mum if you guys do read this entry: I've allowed all my ear piercings to close up except the 2 proper, earlobe ones *sheepish grin* I've grown up.)
On a different note, want to share this:
"...If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me." Luke 9:23
Was struck by how Jesus was commanding His disciples to have to take up one's own cross. Thought Jesus had done it all on that one cross 2 milleniums ago?? But guess what Jesus was trying to say here has a totally different meaning.
Our choices are our own to be made - the good, the bad, and the in-between that can tilt either way. Really up to us, isn't it, to make that decision to conscioucly rid ourselves of the sin that Jesus has set us free from. Mmm and I must say, I can be quite inclined to choosing the not-so-right. Oh, and notice the word DAILY. It simply means what it means. Every new day brings new decisions. It doesn't mean that if yesterday you made a stand for God in certain areas, today you'll still think the same.
Right. Should really be sleeping.
Monday, August 21, 2006
WEEK 6 OF ELECTIVES
mmm...ok let's be honest...
WEEK 6 OF HOLIDAYS
My sister has great fashion sense. No, seriously, I'd LOVE to have her wardrobe. But, as everything turns out, there's always an exception...she actually likes this shades. And is quite adamant that it's meant for her. Reason being that last yr when we went to our optician, this pair of shades were on display. And when we went back again recently, the exact same pair was still there, untouched. Mmm, it's not hard the see the reason why it's still sitting there.
Well, of course she didn't buy it. It actually costs few hundreds and is supposed to be some high street brand. Can't remember which brand it is, but I think wong fei hung must have been their spokesperson once.
Anyways, my dad and I decided to join in the fun.
Right. after these pretty odd looking photos of ourselves, I should put up something better.
My sis and I on our night out.
Went to this makan place just right beside the airbase of Singapore. They serve this famous buffalo wings that's graded by levels - level 1 being the mildest, and the higher it gets, the more spicy it is. I had level 3 and I must say...I was trying real hard to keep it cool without looking too flustered. Think I ate 1 yr worth of spiciness that I missed out on in UK during that one meal. Sis said level 4 is a good laxative, and a friend of mine had braved through level 8 before, with the consequences of being unable to stand up thereafter. They should give level 20 to AXN Fear Factor. Apparently (according to my sis again), when they prepare the really high levels in the kitchen, the cooks have to wear protective masks and gloves. Wonder how true that is but I think I'll stick with level 3 thank you.
Currently doing electives in NUH Singapore. And well...got loads to say about it but shall leave that to next time.
mmm...ok let's be honest...
WEEK 6 OF HOLIDAYS
My sister has great fashion sense. No, seriously, I'd LOVE to have her wardrobe. But, as everything turns out, there's always an exception...she actually likes this shades. And is quite adamant that it's meant for her. Reason being that last yr when we went to our optician, this pair of shades were on display. And when we went back again recently, the exact same pair was still there, untouched. Mmm, it's not hard the see the reason why it's still sitting there.
Well, of course she didn't buy it. It actually costs few hundreds and is supposed to be some high street brand. Can't remember which brand it is, but I think wong fei hung must have been their spokesperson once.
Anyways, my dad and I decided to join in the fun.
Right. after these pretty odd looking photos of ourselves, I should put up something better.
My sis and I on our night out.
Went to this makan place just right beside the airbase of Singapore. They serve this famous buffalo wings that's graded by levels - level 1 being the mildest, and the higher it gets, the more spicy it is. I had level 3 and I must say...I was trying real hard to keep it cool without looking too flustered. Think I ate 1 yr worth of spiciness that I missed out on in UK during that one meal. Sis said level 4 is a good laxative, and a friend of mine had braved through level 8 before, with the consequences of being unable to stand up thereafter. They should give level 20 to AXN Fear Factor. Apparently (according to my sis again), when they prepare the really high levels in the kitchen, the cooks have to wear protective masks and gloves. Wonder how true that is but I think I'll stick with level 3 thank you.
Currently doing electives in NUH Singapore. And well...got loads to say about it but shall leave that to next time.
Friday, August 11, 2006
The day I got owned by 20 mid age ladies.
So I was sitting at home with nothing much to do. Well, not exactly, considering I have to study for my ortho electives next week and really really get started with those 3 elective reports i need to submit. But anyway, after mom's persuasion, I decided to join her for her....*drum-rolls*...LINE DANCING CLASS.
Yes, you heard me right. The pass time that you think only mid age ladies do. Yeap, whatever, I went anyway. Well, when I first arrived at the place, horrors to horrors, guess where they have the classes?!? I know my mom told me all along it's held in the general hospital here. But she didn't tell me it's held in this open area where you're in full view of anyone walking by. So here I was praying: God, pls don't let any IMU students on attachment here see me. Or at least, let them see only the uh...well...ok....aunties around me (hey, how else am I supposed to call them?). Saw all these doctors and nurses walking past, but guess they're used to it, coz they didn't even give us a second glance. And besides, it's a class under the nurses club here.
So we started the first dance. The teacher was this retired nurse whom...i tell you...is in the same ranks of Jeng!! (for the benefit of non-IMU-ians reading this, Jeng is the unbeatable dancing king of my batch). Picture this lady, with short crop hair, slightly plum, but when she started dancing, I went Whoa! I want to dance like that!! Haha. Well, before I knew it, I was having a blast of a time! Honestly! I was having so much fun I wanted to chuckle out loud. Yeap, I understand why my mom says it's therapeutic now. then the teacher taught the second dance, and I thought hey, this isn't that hard, in fact, it's too easy! (muahaha, smiling with glee here)
But well, as always, I spoke too soon. I got totally owned by the 3rd dance.
Yeap, owned by all the other ladies in the class who learnt the dance in a snap of the fingers. When she started saying: ok, now make a 3 quarter turn, then do a mambo, then do a half turn, then do the rocking chair step, then the shuffle.... I was like: What?!?! and she started exhibiting all these fancy moves with her legs, PLUS make all these fast turns, PLUS shake her hips as if she has been doing it since birth...and then I made the mistake of looking around...hey, it's not only the teacher who can do it!! all the other aunties...e-hem...ok...ladies can do it as well!!! I had to keep telling myself: okie, you can do this, you can do this, listen carefully, rmbr the steps, come on...but at the end of the day, I still got totally owned by all the ladies there. And I was totally amazed by my mom's dancing. Seriously, no joke. I saw my mom in a different light. (Yes, pa and sis, stop laughing, you guys should seriously go join the class at least once).
At the end of the day, I totally enjoyed myself. I'd highly recommend it to anyone, seriously, young or old. Hey I'm not joking! And to those who think that it's only a sport for the upper age ppl, well, thikn again, I bet some of us can't even dance as well as the worst dancer in that class.
On a second note, do they teach humour in nursing school?? I find nurses one of the funniest ppl on earth. the dancing class had a couple of retired nurses and they're hilarious! the nurses in UK too...they come up with all these one liners that put everyone in stitches. Truely amazing. Wish I could joke like that.
So I was sitting at home with nothing much to do. Well, not exactly, considering I have to study for my ortho electives next week and really really get started with those 3 elective reports i need to submit. But anyway, after mom's persuasion, I decided to join her for her....*drum-rolls*...LINE DANCING CLASS.
Yes, you heard me right. The pass time that you think only mid age ladies do. Yeap, whatever, I went anyway. Well, when I first arrived at the place, horrors to horrors, guess where they have the classes?!? I know my mom told me all along it's held in the general hospital here. But she didn't tell me it's held in this open area where you're in full view of anyone walking by. So here I was praying: God, pls don't let any IMU students on attachment here see me. Or at least, let them see only the uh...well...ok....aunties around me (hey, how else am I supposed to call them?). Saw all these doctors and nurses walking past, but guess they're used to it, coz they didn't even give us a second glance. And besides, it's a class under the nurses club here.
So we started the first dance. The teacher was this retired nurse whom...i tell you...is in the same ranks of Jeng!! (for the benefit of non-IMU-ians reading this, Jeng is the unbeatable dancing king of my batch). Picture this lady, with short crop hair, slightly plum, but when she started dancing, I went Whoa! I want to dance like that!! Haha. Well, before I knew it, I was having a blast of a time! Honestly! I was having so much fun I wanted to chuckle out loud. Yeap, I understand why my mom says it's therapeutic now. then the teacher taught the second dance, and I thought hey, this isn't that hard, in fact, it's too easy! (muahaha, smiling with glee here)
But well, as always, I spoke too soon. I got totally owned by the 3rd dance.
Yeap, owned by all the other ladies in the class who learnt the dance in a snap of the fingers. When she started saying: ok, now make a 3 quarter turn, then do a mambo, then do a half turn, then do the rocking chair step, then the shuffle.... I was like: What?!?! and she started exhibiting all these fancy moves with her legs, PLUS make all these fast turns, PLUS shake her hips as if she has been doing it since birth...and then I made the mistake of looking around...hey, it's not only the teacher who can do it!! all the other aunties...e-hem...ok...ladies can do it as well!!! I had to keep telling myself: okie, you can do this, you can do this, listen carefully, rmbr the steps, come on...but at the end of the day, I still got totally owned by all the ladies there. And I was totally amazed by my mom's dancing. Seriously, no joke. I saw my mom in a different light. (Yes, pa and sis, stop laughing, you guys should seriously go join the class at least once).
At the end of the day, I totally enjoyed myself. I'd highly recommend it to anyone, seriously, young or old. Hey I'm not joking! And to those who think that it's only a sport for the upper age ppl, well, thikn again, I bet some of us can't even dance as well as the worst dancer in that class.
On a second note, do they teach humour in nursing school?? I find nurses one of the funniest ppl on earth. the dancing class had a couple of retired nurses and they're hilarious! the nurses in UK too...they come up with all these one liners that put everyone in stitches. Truely amazing. Wish I could joke like that.
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Malaysia...truely Asia...
Was watching the evening Simpsons today and heard the faithful roti-man's motorcycle horn. (You know those old Indian roti-man with a huge motorcycle and he sells bread, Hero, apollo, asam, all the junk food...if you can identify with me here, you're definitely Malaysian!) So I did what I always did as a kid...went to the kitchen, dug up some loose coins in the drawer and went out to see what goodies I could get. Woohoo, to my amazement, the roti-man still remmebers me! heh, asked me how come he has not seen me for so long. Bought a Mamee and a Cheezel. Mummy wasn't too impressed, "aiyoo....so unhealthy....don't eat la...". Normal stuff, it'd have been quite weird if she didn't say anything. But anyway, cost me 25 cents each. Hmmm...I thought iwas only 20 cents. And they seem to put so little in each pack these days. I'm getting old.
Been 2 and half weeks since I came back and feels as if I never left. Everything's still pretty much the same. You get the same old squables with family members at home, mom's cooking style has not changed, friends are still the wacko bunch who can't decided where to eat/which movie to watch, and we're still insulting each other like mad (in a good way that is).
The orang asli medic mission trip with Prof Paul was truely amazing. You really get awe-struck by what God can do. Will blog about that later on when I do get to load some pics up (Yeap, sad to say, home's still dial-up thanks to an RTM station tower near my house that apparently interferes with other waves and hence, we can't install broadband). But at the moment here's just one pic that I managed to load up...after 1 painstaking hour of waiting.
that's lena and leeshien on the left. lena was part of the de-worming team and i think she pretty much scared away the kids. (but hey, it was a tough job getting them to take the medicine) there's this shot where all the kids in the photo were smiling, except for one poor boy...the boy sitting on Lena's lap. will load that up when i get my hands on some broadband connection.
Here's a shot of our cell group's night out before we left Dundee. that's my cell leader, Rosie at the back. great leader :)
To all who prayed and guided me for the finals, thanks. Praise God, I made it through. :)
Was watching the evening Simpsons today and heard the faithful roti-man's motorcycle horn. (You know those old Indian roti-man with a huge motorcycle and he sells bread, Hero, apollo, asam, all the junk food...if you can identify with me here, you're definitely Malaysian!) So I did what I always did as a kid...went to the kitchen, dug up some loose coins in the drawer and went out to see what goodies I could get. Woohoo, to my amazement, the roti-man still remmebers me! heh, asked me how come he has not seen me for so long. Bought a Mamee and a Cheezel. Mummy wasn't too impressed, "aiyoo....so unhealthy....don't eat la...". Normal stuff, it'd have been quite weird if she didn't say anything. But anyway, cost me 25 cents each. Hmmm...I thought iwas only 20 cents. And they seem to put so little in each pack these days. I'm getting old.
Been 2 and half weeks since I came back and feels as if I never left. Everything's still pretty much the same. You get the same old squables with family members at home, mom's cooking style has not changed, friends are still the wacko bunch who can't decided where to eat/which movie to watch, and we're still insulting each other like mad (in a good way that is).
The orang asli medic mission trip with Prof Paul was truely amazing. You really get awe-struck by what God can do. Will blog about that later on when I do get to load some pics up (Yeap, sad to say, home's still dial-up thanks to an RTM station tower near my house that apparently interferes with other waves and hence, we can't install broadband). But at the moment here's just one pic that I managed to load up...after 1 painstaking hour of waiting.
that's lena and leeshien on the left. lena was part of the de-worming team and i think she pretty much scared away the kids. (but hey, it was a tough job getting them to take the medicine) there's this shot where all the kids in the photo were smiling, except for one poor boy...the boy sitting on Lena's lap. will load that up when i get my hands on some broadband connection.
Here's a shot of our cell group's night out before we left Dundee. that's my cell leader, Rosie at the back. great leader :)
To all who prayed and guided me for the finals, thanks. Praise God, I made it through. :)
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