girlfrraaan!

what do you get when you mix three crazy girls, a camera, a room full of stuff toys and lots of free time?
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sarah(earth).carol(water).ivanna(wind).

and our powers combined, we are.... CAPTAIN PLANET! ;)

heee hee... it's amazing what the power of three can do ;)

meanwhile, i'm suffering the soporific effects of a sushi overdose. king kong is still resounding in my mind and the way things are right now, if i'm not leaning on Him, i'd be so close to giving up on life. it's so easy, sometimes, to just pick up your things, say goodbye, and leave the shitpile that you're in... but sometimes you realise you need two hands to clap, you need to sink your teeth in, grip it, and chew, grind it up slowly... and swallow. things take time, processes take time, healing takes time.. and because He is with you, holding your hand, you trust, by Faith, and not by sight (cos it can be ugly) that things will carry through, that things will get better... better than better, better than good. because it doesn't make sense that He made us human to serve Him, to undertake this great task He has commissioned, and not to take care of our mistakes, our mess-ups. cos even our foolish words will be taken for wisdom, even our mistakes, He will bless, our falls, He turns into stepping stones.

KING KONG

KING KONG. is a must watch!!! it's a work of art, an epic romance story in two starkly different settings, an action movie and a comedy. a sheer abominable feat.

things i've learnt after watching king kong:

1. the usefulness of opposable thumbs ( a 25 feet tall silverback gorilla can single-handedly defeat three tyranosaurus-rexes, all whilst holding a 5 foot woman in his other hand.)

2. the frivolousity of racism and superficiality does not spare 25 feet animals.

3. if you're blonde, blue eyed, and a size 4, you can have any creature you want - man or beast.

ironically, watching king kong has reminded me about being human. :)

w.o.n.

talk and talk and talk and talk and talk.... that's how we can be, forever, doing... the yin and more optimistic intellectual inclinations and you, the yang of animalistic pessimism... william of normandy conquered london and made france queen. c'est ca! the next time we meet we'll be in ____. but you say two people can be in love but happy with not being together... but great, you're always laughing and oh, you're laughing now, aren't you? "i'll bet that you don't know anybody that could be so bad. but if you did you'd be wondering where i'm at. i'll be home when tomorrow morning comes." superficial inferior epigastric vein.

jazz is the king of pop, who is the queen of soul, but the ruler of all, is the philosophical exposure of the conductress.

man and God

your whims and your fancies, take over.
race to race, generation to generation,
your ugly head, turning, destroying,
obliterated, we stand.
against you, and yet, scared and afraid.
that small ball of trembling light
inside the deepest darkest recesses of the woman's heart.

"why can't there be less TNA (tits and ass) girls and more library girls?" - nice one, E__, or should i say, nice one, Sarah? ;) somehow i can't seem to get that quote out of my mind... why can't there be less TNA-seeking males and more library males?

I am now a woman in love with DH Lawrence. away from the madness and silliness of the christmas frenzy, i absconded to the national library today and spent an hour reading DHL. a unique and accurate genius, DHL seems to be providing for me what solace i've attempted seeking in the harried people of this world.

"Every day, she went down to the cypress tree, among the cactus grove on the knoll with yellowish cliffs at the foot. She was wiser and subtler now, wearing only a dove-grey wrapper, and sandals. So that in an instant, in any hidden niche, she was naked to the sun. And the moment she was covered again she was grey and invisible.
Every day, in the morning towards the noon, she lay at the foot of the powerful, silver-pawed cypress tree, while the sun strode jovial in heaven. By now she knew the sun in every thread of her body. Her heart of anxiety, that anxious, straining heart, had disappeared altogether, like a flower that falls in the sun, and leaves only a little ripening fruit. And her tense womb, though still closed, was slowly unfolding, slowly, slowly, like a lily bud under water, as the sun mysteriously touched it. Like a lily bud under water it was slowly rising to the sun, to expand at last, to the sun, only to the sun.
She knew the sun in all her body, the blue-molten with his white fire edges, throwing off fire. And, though he shone on all the world, when she lay unclothed, he focussed on her. It was one of the wonders of the sun, he could shine on a million people, and still be the radiant, splendid, unique sun, focussed on her alone."

-Sun. D. H. Lawrence

Like a blossoming flower, facing the sun, i yield and i turn about paths He leads. in everything, for the best. For the best in everything. :)

it's so funny how things work out... it's so funny how millieus make us see the same world differently. i wonder, what coloured lens am i seeing the world with today??? how many types of lens have i acquired from the people i meet, the friends i hang out with, the background i come from, the events that have happened, the things i have seen, the height i have grown? so if this is the case, and we are thereby shaped by the environments we are in, is there such a thing as a correct way of living? is there such a thing as an absolute right or wrong behaviour? why are some people deemed outcasts in society when they are just seeing the world through different lenses? do we, seeing them, put on different lenses to view them?
"let him who is without sin cast the first stone." ,"all things to all men"... not quick to judge, but seeking to understand. switching lenses, switching sides, getting both sides, all the time. only by His strength are all things possible. Amen.

lost in transit

oh yes, and how could i forget my eventful 16 hours in london on the flight back...

cakes and creams

the mobhouse that is central london.

holey

oh my gawd i have SUCH a big crush on my hairdresser, it's not funny anymore! why the hell is he so f**ing charming and suave and smooth-talking??? ivanna, how can you not approve of such a funktastic match! *disdainful look*he's sooo freaking cool and funky and he's got the most amazing tattooes (that i want to trace with my finger/trace with my tongue*).
so yes, getting my hair cut by him (+ lots of mutual flirting + lots of running his hands through my hair) is definitely making my trips to the salon worthwhile :) oh my gosh oh my gosh, he wants me to call him the next time i'm going to zouk and he'll buy me a drink!!! oh my gosh oh my gosh! i've been waiting for forever for him to say those words!!!!! (ivanna, please don't kill me)


*delete as deemed characteristic

life in brief:
looks like this wednesday at zouk is materialising... singapore is so happening, in a small-town, psychedelic, quick-fix sort of way... and meanwhile, the book i'm reading is the absolute best way of taking a history tour of london... also... i'm 4 holes holey-ier. today, i got punctured for:

1. tuberculin test
2. hep a vaccine
3. ADT vaccine
4. blood test for Hep B status

ouch. second round on thursday for
5. MMR and
6. poliomyelitis.

and then, i shall be henceforth known as : antibody girl!

the fantastic 4 in town. string concert w mommy. orchard christmas lights. china black w pris.

xin1 jia1po1

eating, shopping, singing, reading, clubbing. dim sum, sushi, dim sum, sushi. coffee xpress, spinelli's, starbucks, ivanna's kitchen. double cappucinos, double espressos, mochas, 2 in 1 coffees. "the troublesome offspring of cardinal guzman", "london", "the autobiography of george mueller". ivanna, sarah, priscilla, shen, jun. mom, dad, weiming, chance. hot. hot. hot.

shui2 jiao3 mian4 jia1 cai1

roots manuva (glasgow ABC)

buses have air conditioning and walking makes you perspire. it's funny how the sunlight is so different here. makes everything look so different!

poem wars

specimen #1

specimen #2

specimen#3

goodbye with a bang!

my favourite pub

sigh.. it's the penultimate day in glasgow this term.. how sad! but not without a term-end party tonight, promises of much more partying, drinking, clubbing and gigging next year!!! (jack johnson in february!) wooo hoo! so maybe this holiday in singapore is a compound of three things:

1. sojourn from my busy hectic life these past 10 weeks

SMS (sick medic syndrome)

2. break to see family and friends who aren't in glasgow with me

3. pre-party calm so the party can go on when i return!

yes yes.. but all that said, it's been an eventful 10 weeks - medicine madness, medic mingling, good breakup, church spectacular (x 1 and a half churches), single spending frenzy, hospital life highs, capoeira coaxing, fine dining, london-loving and lana-lexing.... :) my idea of a good time. :)

well, this means singapore and hong kong will only have to be BETTER!

infectious disease alert

Influenza.

Spread is by droplets. Incubation period 1-4 days. Infectivity 1 day before to 7 days after symptoms start. Immunity Those attacked by one strain are immune to that strain only. Convalescence may be slow.

Symptoms fever, headache, malaise, myalgia, prostration, nausea, vomitting, conjunctivitis/eye pain (even photophobia). Also depression.

Treatment bed rest +- aspirin...

- Oxford Handbook of Clinical Medicine. 5th ed. 2001. Longmore et al.

yup. unfortunately including the malaise, nausea, conjuctivitis, eye pain, photophobia, as well as depression... bed rest - self-prescribed but non-compliant (because of heavy workload, preoccupation with pbls, packing and classes.) self-prescribed medication: paracetamol (high doses), caffeine (6-7 cups/day), ascorbic acid (2 oranges + 60mg/day) brain function test (self-assesment) : 65% of normal. prognosis : recovery time may be protracted.

manuva

a singaporean day in glasgow. i don't ever want to leave...

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how you spin me away to distant lands, to worlds of jazz, mandoulins, Garciaz, marijuana, philosophy, wonderland, the looking glass, dolphins in northern shores, Turner, Spain and ....

just by sitting next to me.

i'll never forget the past, the green shirt and the blush, the investigaton and the outcome. how i failed to see then and how i regret now, the path that could have been.

"i just realise that the numbers don't coincide with the number you choose."
i look at him and say, "you know i realised that ten minutes ago."
"i know."

our silence. materialising my thoughts, understanding my dreams and fulfilling my thirst... for rest. of late i run too fast. your silence suddenly soporific. i hate you for not knowing it, but i love you for feeling this then.

how do i do this? by not trying too hard.

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mediocre minds..... (since when did my haughtiness get above me?)

talk to her

talk to her... one of the most beautiful films i've ever watched.... the story about two comatose women - one a ballet dancer, the other a bullfighter. the former, enamoured by her obsessive male nurse, who persuades the bullfighter's boyfriend to continually 'talk to her'.

wonderfully told, beautiful dance scenes, bullfight scenes and pantomime acts sprinkled throughout...

to me, it's the story about love, loss, lonliness and, above all, how complicated life can be twisted, how lives can be so intimately and sadistically intertwined to the point of agony, stoism and to breaking point.

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12:01am yes.. friendship... how queer!

how very queer. but it doesn't matter. we all are intertwined in the same pattern. each unique, but like.. a bunch of noodles, inter-related, inter-dependent in a way, learning, living and dying. but getting stronger at the same time. :)

life is beautiful if you look at it the right way. :)

so much work

arhgss!!! medics on my left, medics on my right, medics EVERYWHERE and we're all doing the same thing - STUDYING!!!!!!! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.......

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why are there so many types of arrythmias.. can't they just classify heart conduction as regular or irregular, brady or tachy? why the need to classify so many different types of bundle branch blocks??? arghs....... :( lemme complain.. stoopid cardiologists... can imagine them in a ward full of people with funny heartbeats conncted to ecgs and they just went round the room while the patients' hearts were fluttering away, looking at their heart traces...... doctors...

uh huh huh huh.... this doesn't change the fact that i have to know them ALLLLLLL........ Sinus bradycardia, Sinus Tachycardia, Premature atrial contractions ("PAC's"), Premature ventricular contractions ("PVC's"), Paroxysmal supraventricular tachycardia ("PSVT"), Wolff-Parkinson-White Syndrome ("WPW"), Atrial fibrillation, Atrial flutter, "Sick sinus syndrome" and "tachy-brady" syndrome, Slow heart rhythms, Bundle Branch Blocks, Conduction Blocks - first degree, second degree: mobitz type 1, Wenckebach, 2:1, 3:1, complete heart block...

UH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH ......... :(

why? .....