tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-101624302024-03-24T01:47:03.049+08:00Life is a beautiful journey."It is with great pleasure that I impart my inspirational stuffs. I desire nothing else but you'll be richly blessed and powerfully inspired by the thoughts and perspectives as journeyer in life."CKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451387535152390399noreply@blogger.comBlogger253125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10162430.post-84616489320178686722013-04-24T22:28:00.002+08:002013-04-24T22:28:32.066+08:00What would you sacrifice?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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5th year in the vet school, and here I am thinking to myself, that I'm really exhausted. I don't know what motivates me anymore. The career path isn't as bright as what many of you would think it is, earning big bucks, being 'god' with surgeon hands, being able to deal with a myriad of different species and constantly carrying that big and fat ego around wherever you go. To me, it is none of all I've mentioned, or any of those you would imagined. Of course, all that wouldn't really matter if you're born with a silver spoon.<br />
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At the end of the day, we are just a slave in the industry, just like most other trades. (Well unless you do not have to worry about having enough money to pay off debts and support yourself, you can either take it easier, or keep pursuing a higher level of qualification with peanuts funding) We work constantly to keep our clients happy, work so hard trying not to get your name up to the Vet. surgeon's board for a complaint, work hard to keep your boss happy, and work even harder to mark up our own knowledge and continuing education - all for a mediocre salary, comparable to that of the receptionist at the front desk. To be honest, besides having a Dr. in front of your name, and being able to prescribe medications, I don't see what else about the job entails.<br />
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Indeed, there is a lot of satisfaction you gain at the end of the day, which is not measurable in dollar terms. True to that. But for a miserable few thousand dollars a month? Let's not even think about spending unnecessary, or online shopping. That amount barely pays off the monthly utilities, expenses and food. That leaves you with little or no savings, right? So what do we do? We work longer hours, take on more shifts, day or overnight - whatever it takes to get that extra income, at the expense of our own mental health. Then one day we realize, what did we fight so hard for?<br />
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It's a real pity, we get ourselves so high up there with all that skills and knowledge, only for it to turn slavery to someone else. One slip from your game and you risk losing your license.<br />
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So my question is, I have already invested close to 1/3 of a million dollars into this degree, will I give it up for something else that makes me happy and will surely have a higher turnover income? Is money the main issue here? I would say yes. I truly applaud my colleagues for staying in the profession for so long - and of course if you didn't start off with a $300,000 debt, things may have worked in your favour.CKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451387535152390399noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10162430.post-13444370259256108152013-02-06T16:53:00.001+08:002013-02-06T16:53:29.865+08:00A world of prejudice.<br />
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The society is overwhelmed with prejudice. I had made myself aware not to judge a person too quick and always see everybody with a fair eye. Deep down inside, everyone have their own story - and before we make our personal judgement on a person's character, why not keep that to yourself first and allow yourself to hear that story. It's rather an uphill challenge to be aware of your own thoughts. I know that, seriously. Because I know what and how we perceive people and life, is often shaped by our past experiences and the immediate environment.<br />
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Recently, I've been a victim of prejudice again. I felt both disappointed and sad that because of who I am and my ethnicity, I'm devoid of a chance to learn - at a place where I have every right to be involved and practice and learn. Instead, I've wasted my entire week only to realize my other mate of another ethnicity had a wonderful week having a go at every single learning opportunity to apply the skills. I felt judged, I felt I shouldn't have been treated in that manner, they made me feel I wasn't supposed to be there, and lastly, they made me feel as though I was invisible. I was the elephant in the corner of the room, unnoticed. I wasn't the quiet elephant who didn't make any noise, I spoke up, and I asked purposeful questions. Then I got single-word answers.<br />
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I used to like the week(s) before exams, I like seeing the end, I like to know the path is clear to attaining those fundamentals - yet another step forward. So what happens to life? Life seems to stall, suddenly the attention is fixated on what students have to do - exams. The motivation for exercise has long disappeared, much to my disappointment. The inspiration to cook; is gone too. The time I used to spend reading news, now becomes the immediate 30min prior to closing my eyes for yet another night. I flipped through headlines on BBC news, much had happened around the globe - the US presidential elections, the Greeks' strike against austerity & the Europe crisis, the details of each article suddenly seem too much to go through knowing I have much more in my notes. Yet another excuse I've given myself to put a halt to so many things I want to do. If there's only one thing the human mind is capable of achieving, that will be the process of inhibition. The power of inhibition is extremely incredible, imagine what would happen if our thoughts aren't inhibited, and our actions portray our thoughts. Amazing.<br />
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To me, the most blissful people around are the ones who are able to spend what they earn. For some, materialistic possessions, for others, experiences - spending on a holiday, buying that experience. No doubt very little can surpass that level of spending; bringing and placing yourself into that entity. For myself, I do respect people who travel to volunteer. It is a double-edge sword; firstly they make a difference to others, secondly they make a difference to themselves. For those out there volunteering, we know we give a hundred percent in our efforts, and expect nothing in return. But maybe just giving up a few hours or days of our own time for others, that moment can be life-changing. I guess we become less aware of life's little nitty gritties, instead we mature and become more willing to give.<br />
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Wouldn't that make the world a better place to live in?<br />
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Nevertheless, I would really appreciate a little bit of fun sometimes, still.CKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451387535152390399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10162430.post-73903239683917392512012-03-22T01:26:00.001+08:002012-03-22T01:26:22.006+08:00Veterinarian or not?I realised I've reached the point where I question myself day in day out, before I sleep and the first thing in the morning. Is it going to be worthwhile doing this? Study painstakingly for six years, graduate and work crap hours and still get shitty salary. All for the animals, and the world is still unchanged. I pop myself another question again, how much have veterinarians revoluntionised the world?<br />
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There must be a reason why veterinarians are always in the background compared to medical professionals. Why is there only one Nobel Prize winner as a veterinarian, for as long as the nobel prize started? Are we lacking something, or are we overwhelmed by what nature and wildlife can offer us?<br />
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How can saving animals ever be compared to children being abducted everyday, young girls being snatched away in their own village and sent for slavery and prostitution, children starving because they don't have enough rubbish scraps to feed themselves? Outcries from the public when they see a video of animal abuse, and even so demand immediate political action, especially in developed countries where the people are living comfortably with little to worry for. No one mentioned a single word when we hear news of girls being snatched away, or children starving in developing countries.<br />
<br />I'm halfway there, is it too late to consider giving up? Anyone who could offer me a way out of this, I would seriously consider my options. Forget the honour, forget the prestige. It's only worthwhile only when you work to live, not live to work. <br />
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Let me pray that the A$300k in exchange for medical knowledge will allow me to change the world.<br />
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<br />CKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451387535152390399noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10162430.post-9750701460232600472012-03-18T00:38:00.000+08:002012-03-18T00:38:39.267+08:00Every day is a gift.I've decided I should do away with chapters since I update so infrequently nowadays. Just a quick update, I've finally managed to submit my AVA undergraduate scholarship yesterday, after much work, and stress really! The exhaustive application questions didn't help. On top of that, the website decided not to save all my typed data and erased all of them after I spent an hour and a half on it. It was frustrating at that point, but I figured I should quickly get back onto it instead of giving up or be angry at the non-responsive, emotionless computer screen.<br />
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I'm really uncertain about the results of the scholarship. I wonder if I've done my best in my preparation for the application. But one thing for sure, I've given all I could. At least, if I get it, my remaining 2.5 years is secured. In face with uncertainty, as terrified as I am, I will only take a step at a time. I pray for the best every night, before I sleep. I wake up in the morning, telling myself it'll be a great day ahead.<br />
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4 weeks into my 7th semester already. Great!CKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451387535152390399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10162430.post-77791813544592199802011-11-13T17:51:00.001+08:002011-11-13T18:24:40.367+08:00Chapter 15 - thoughts.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In the midst of exams, I officially declare another 5 days to the end of yet another semester! To be frank, we all have our own ways to de-stress, though I don't particularly feel stressful during the exam period itself, rather before it all actually starts. I have come to terms that I'd have given in my best for each paper and I will walk out of the exam hall knowing that nothing else would have changed my results if I had done all I could (counting in the pressurized condition with every other racing hearts). </div>
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Had a chat on skype a couple of days back with my best bud, <a href="http://doughnutravis.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">kian</a>. (yes, in case you're wondering, best friends do still exists! Though this time I didn't have to write it down on a list and remind myself who my best friends, good friends, and normal friends are.) Guys don't actually catch up as often as girls do, guys don't stick around in a group for long, but I can say for sure that although we haven't spoken in quite a while, and really, only met up less than five times a year, no matter how we may have come thus far, we'll never run out of topics to talk. We may have seemed to disappear into our own lives at some point, and gone are the good old schooling days but nothing will take those memories away.</div>
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Want to send you my sincere wishes here for your upcoming exchange in Denmark. May you be humble always, and gain wisdom from the wise. As short as a few months may sound, it may actually be quite long when you're looking for directions in a totally foreign environment! </div>
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Let us ask ourselves, is this what we're missing in today's society? If we need constant reminders, let this video serve as another reminder, with long lasting impact on you.</div>
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Surprisingly, we realize this slips our minds very soon when we seemed to have too much to handle. When everything at work takes priority..remind yourself with the story of the <a href="http://ckloh.blogspot.com/2011/10/chapter-131-mayonnaise-jar-and-two-cups.html" target="_blank">mayonnaise jar</a>.</div>
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Share this around! :)</div>CKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451387535152390399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10162430.post-38110636198989008172011-10-28T21:16:00.000+08:002011-10-28T21:16:06.363+08:00Chapter 13.2 - Irrationality<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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One evening while preparing dinner, this ladybird caught my attention amongst the leafy cabbages. Thinking it was dead after being washed and soaked, I brought it to my room, much to my interest in this beautiful insect. I placed it under my table lamp, and supposedly the heat brought life back into the ladybird; I could feel its tiny legs struggling to crawl across my palm as I picked it up after dinner.<br />
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Many issues over the weeks left me pondering what has exactly become of human nature. While there are a significant proportion of us speaking up for animals whom can't speak for themselves, we are often lacking in power as opposed to the fewer others on the other side of the fence. We certainly have strength in numbers, but it always take us an enormous amount of effort to turn the tables around. It puzzles me immensely. It seems that politicians never understood science, and scientists never agree with politicians. The ongoing war with contrasting ideologies never seem to come to any common consensus.<br />
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Firstly, it's about sustainable fishing. The ocean can no longer support us anymore. Take the blue-fin tuna for example, for sure it is an endangered species and the numbers have crashed dramatically over the years.<br />
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The graph is with respect to the Western North Alantic population of bluefin tuna. The dotted line shows the level we should be fishing at to sustain the population. Just over 4 decades of overfishing, we are only left with 3% of the origin population as what we started off in the 1960s. However i<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;">n May 2010, the Center for Biological Diversity filed a formal petition with the Secretary of Commerce to have North Atlantic Bluefin Tuna declared an "endangered" species and protected under the U.S. Endangered Species Act. (</span></span><a href="http://www.biologicaldiversity.org/news/press_releases/2010/bluefin-tuna-05-24-2010.html" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">http://www.biologicaldiversity.org/news/press_releases/2010/bluefin-tuna-05-24-2010.html</a>)</div>
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This is just one of the studies done of many thousands soon-to-be endangered/extinct species, it took almost 50 years and driving the bluefins to almost extinction, before any action is taken. In order to allow the population to grow back to the healthy numbers, we should be fishing at about 10 tonnes of tuna per day. 15 tonnes for sustainable fishing, but right now we're fishing at about 60 tonnes/day. The figures are staggering.</div>
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Improvements to the fishing equipment and nets must be done. Thousands of unwanted sharks, sea turtles, sea birds, corals are harvested when nets spanning a few tens of kilometres are reeled in.</div>
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Thirdly, again politicians making unnecessary knee-jerk reactions to hunt and kill any wildlife that poses threat to humans. Do we not understand the risks involved when we are in their territory? Billion and trillion years of evolution have supposedly made human more intelligent as we put ourselves in the uppermost class. I see we have become too smart for ourselves, making irrational and illogical decisions. If politicians want their people to be safe, then ban sea sports, ban entrance into national parks; and stay in the safe and comfortable cities where crime rates are thousand times higher than human fatalities that occurs in the wild.</div>
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Shouldn't more resources and manpower be focused on what's happening in the communities, than to try hunt down which wild animal exactly kill a man, in a wildlife reserve or ocean for that matter? Is killing the animals responsible, justifiable? Why call it a wildlife national park, when we want to make sure all animals pose no threat to humans? What happened to the whole purpose to conserving wildlife, in national parks?</div>
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<br /></div>CKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451387535152390399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10162430.post-29994604196252321062011-10-23T19:12:00.004+08:002011-10-23T19:44:46.435+08:00Chapter 13.1 - The mayonnaise jar and two cups of coffee<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><br /><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQc4lW4gq9X03duTNsWDWV-3Vr8KSRSLgNLspDFMGe-hEISoyuIFNOvKZUm1E8hSLXERNzNmkQJxwZhY7k-vDh8V1odYn-kcvlJGHm0_9sOJetkxC8QEkH3DER9M4cps5dPZuIhA/s1600/two_cups_of_coffee.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQc4lW4gq9X03duTNsWDWV-3Vr8KSRSLgNLspDFMGe-hEISoyuIFNOvKZUm1E8hSLXERNzNmkQJxwZhY7k-vDh8V1odYn-kcvlJGHm0_9sOJetkxC8QEkH3DER9M4cps5dPZuIhA/s400/two_cups_of_coffee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666645513875243746" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><a href="http://mmmsmiscellaneousmiscellanea.blogspot.com/2011/04/parable-of-two-cups-of-coffee.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" >http://mmmsmiscellaneousmiscellanea.blogspot.com/2011/04/parable-of-two-cups-of-coffee.html</span></a><br /></u></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I've a short story to share, many of you may have already heard about it, but how often are you reminded of this? The story is about the mayonnaise jar and two cups of coffee. It goes like this:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; ">When things in your lives seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee.</p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; ">A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.</p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; ">The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.</p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; ">The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous "yes."</p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; ">The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.</p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; ">"Now," said the professor as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things--your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions--and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.</p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; ">The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.</p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; ">The sand is everything else--the small stuff. "If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.</p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; ">"Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first--the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."</p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; ">One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked.</p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; ">It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."</p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; "><br /></p><p>At some point if our lives we often find we've too much on our hands to juggle. I just want to share this story again, to remind ourselves not to sweat the small stuff, and always take care of the golf balls; things that are and will always be important to us no matter what happens. When the pace of life seems too fast, why not have a coffee and take a while to get organized? Having a break doesn't necessary mean slowing down, it just means recharging and enjoying the journey. Remember, it's the journey that makes you wiser, not the destination.</p><p><br /></p><p>***</p></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2jEaSzEybOqc54Z3gw5V8akUEPGiaG_2Dl-wD7WcSZfic_gD4Wk7mZSCuvZ7YfTba2FdDXak-n3P3uPocFogdveYVzA_YfycYenNL8RWu8aUF8T-DDjJqsn-7wpQVbBcg0FV0ew/s1600/23+Oct+-+Ocean+Road+Ride.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2jEaSzEybOqc54Z3gw5V8akUEPGiaG_2Dl-wD7WcSZfic_gD4Wk7mZSCuvZ7YfTba2FdDXak-n3P3uPocFogdveYVzA_YfycYenNL8RWu8aUF8T-DDjJqsn-7wpQVbBcg0FV0ew/s400/23+Oct+-+Ocean+Road+Ride.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666651256460769810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><p> </p></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >23 Oct - 50km Ocean Rd ride for MS (Multiple Sclerosis), WA.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >There's always a place and time for everything, make your time worthwhile while you can! </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div>CKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451387535152390399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10162430.post-78391296291486946842011-10-19T23:56:00.010+08:002011-10-20T00:56:11.612+08:00Chapter 13 - Forgive & let live. Everyday is a gift.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCCyFq8H9HokJqtl3Awe8h_ykOyUw_pjGVQb3hPbbWRBvRzLt6Cs5bFbUAbCFqmdvgkQwpSPmCi_GPiooxmpV_dgzlU51S44NXFCAtpTORgCHojS8bk5k8yyNoLk_S7LVAycN81w/s1600/19102011630.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCCyFq8H9HokJqtl3Awe8h_ykOyUw_pjGVQb3hPbbWRBvRzLt6Cs5bFbUAbCFqmdvgkQwpSPmCi_GPiooxmpV_dgzlU51S44NXFCAtpTORgCHojS8bk5k8yyNoLk_S7LVAycN81w/s400/19102011630.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665234390192161762" /></a><br /><div>This hangs in my room. It serves as a very good reminder for me everyday, which makes my quality of life better, and a much happier person. Occasionally, certain events that happen pisses us off, it turns our day upside down and at that very moment, we feel really fired up.</div><div><br /></div><div>But hey, once I'm back in my room, and something like that in front of me, just makes me wonder how valuable/worthless this moment of hatred, anger or disappointment is. Living on this very surface of the world and faced with the passing of many great ones, or perhaps even those around you, serves as a constant reminder that everyday, is indeed a gift. </div><div><br /></div><div>As true as it may sound, there's no hatred nor anger when facing death. There's only love.</div><div><br /></div><div>***</div><div><br /></div><div>As I approach the end of yet another semester, I just want to quickly sum up some of the significant events during the past months!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>June '11 </i></div><div><br /></div><div>- Spent 2 weeks at a dairy farm, 900 cow herd, calving season in June/July. Unforgettable experience for me, lots of hands on can't possibly learn any more than that. Did my first calving on the 12 June by myself. Incredible, to see life delivered through my hands.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjKShyphenhyphenQ5pKJfVgiFFGfRCMRf-9vWilKLl2epOY-hlerSOT4l-xc753XiaNOsflrF6wpFZohFVZniT9GhVrORKNv19An0-iCaHmD3vAywRyJAHtceGuNpnVKRBInHsdIQOW1esY7g/s1600/13062011252.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjKShyphenhyphenQ5pKJfVgiFFGfRCMRf-9vWilKLl2epOY-hlerSOT4l-xc753XiaNOsflrF6wpFZohFVZniT9GhVrORKNv19An0-iCaHmD3vAywRyJAHtceGuNpnVKRBInHsdIQOW1esY7g/s400/13062011252.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665239977825474626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Calf which I had to bottle feed everyday. Not to mention calves' poor suckling ability compared to lambs, which are easily 10X faster.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><i>July '11</i></div><div><br /></div><div>- Had a wonderful month of little holiday in WA with Jeri. We tried and tested many recipes, to our delight. Food makes the world go round! Finally visited Albany which is absolutely amazing. (especially salt and pepper squid from the Squid Shack.) Unforgettable. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVE50WhtdmlasDKHKMjW1ImMFRm9FnSshcPH0bZM9ajybmZaG7DU4dJ1wRMje_602RdvnAhyphenhyphenBRL_TC7qR4rGWiZqrXFOsIyOUP745kYJipvKEAYSTCiNU3rCtc-KFu6UfAdcWbbQ/s1600/1342.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVE50WhtdmlasDKHKMjW1ImMFRm9FnSshcPH0bZM9ajybmZaG7DU4dJ1wRMje_602RdvnAhyphenhyphenBRL_TC7qR4rGWiZqrXFOsIyOUP745kYJipvKEAYSTCiNU3rCtc-KFu6UfAdcWbbQ/s400/1342.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665240611679463778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Us at Albany wind farm! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>August '11</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Start of the semester, and at the end of August.. it's my birthday! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtW9TaFdM-W2_ThWOY7ps7iBXdsi-wEkUQKHzPOD1H7kIQA7Bav300mPxYp0Ud2fRJwL6WQmwCq4Imj_U_94e-K7cB5gpVbzhKWyyhOAVu2eJMl9RAxhx_hwWUQ5W9LB-pFQJidQ/s1600/314380_10150280084721793_541696792_8173945_6582272_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtW9TaFdM-W2_ThWOY7ps7iBXdsi-wEkUQKHzPOD1H7kIQA7Bav300mPxYp0Ud2fRJwL6WQmwCq4Imj_U_94e-K7cB5gpVbzhKWyyhOAVu2eJMl9RAxhx_hwWUQ5W9LB-pFQJidQ/s400/314380_10150280084721793_541696792_8173945_6582272_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665242547906364546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Surprise birthday party in my own house! (notice the shades of green...)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>September '11</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Dad, mom and bro came over for a short trip. It was certainly a good break from Singapore for my dad I hope, the slower pace of life here, not having to check and reply emails everyday. We played golf at Swan Valley, which was fantastic. The man needs a break, really.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghtQCOSYi8l57f01xrn9ZRI6lcJOtuB3liaGW8uECYn90QcSAah0xywgbeJQ1tf60McaWNz_DmGPaorh9TLnYIA2gBYSNqf1eFBZDQ7F2oQpoC0cyoYm5Nxo0zT5exCb1m2mdviQ/s1600/IMG_2941.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghtQCOSYi8l57f01xrn9ZRI6lcJOtuB3liaGW8uECYn90QcSAah0xywgbeJQ1tf60McaWNz_DmGPaorh9TLnYIA2gBYSNqf1eFBZDQ7F2oQpoC0cyoYm5Nxo0zT5exCb1m2mdviQ/s400/IMG_2941.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665243942440869970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yahava Koffee works, Swan Valley, WA.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">18 Sept '11 - Amy Gran Fondo (Lorne, Victoria)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">On this very day, we completed the most gruelling race of our lives. 120km of extremely challenging terrains and possibly strong winds along Great Ocean Road was there for us to take. 7 hours 35 minutes was how long we took. Drained physically and mentally, we never felt better over the fact we made it.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLRADBKy42DQCt1m6vZuEu4wDcfZbteYZhEimH4pQB2S7PNYDaNzNIECJdsJSil9GrMyUjXGZCDfj2dTQL38S-BlBIRu-IojszEVrY44NQZXfl_X1OtK82sFQwl5ET-8TMdTd79g/s1600/amy%2527s+gran+fondo+2011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLRADBKy42DQCt1m6vZuEu4wDcfZbteYZhEimH4pQB2S7PNYDaNzNIECJdsJSil9GrMyUjXGZCDfj2dTQL38S-BlBIRu-IojszEVrY44NQZXfl_X1OtK82sFQwl5ET-8TMdTd79g/s400/amy%2527s+gran+fondo+2011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665245197882983122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 364px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Me, Ivan & Cheryl at the start. (we wouldn't be smiling at the end point)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>October '11</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">- Perhaps the Perth Royal Show is the highlight here. George, our steer which (whom) we have been taking care of and breaking him in, time spent on grooming him, walking him (and getting episodes of random kicks and assault by him). He is due to be shown and auction off on 1 & 2 Oct at the royal show. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh527Xo9nAsNck7jKS6_PshgiQVtmQBL02-9lD_pcb2BSXViVOBWJc9mV36b0flRhHZMl8WHeHLr8zMAXJ2subsTjmNfl1fMN1tpKw3oqZ5cMflXv0cZahZ9g2NhRyhKYy86auhOQ/s1600/317092_164128320341540_100002331207086_314401_2117067024_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh527Xo9nAsNck7jKS6_PshgiQVtmQBL02-9lD_pcb2BSXViVOBWJc9mV36b0flRhHZMl8WHeHLr8zMAXJ2subsTjmNfl1fMN1tpKw3oqZ5cMflXv0cZahZ9g2NhRyhKYy86auhOQ/s400/317092_164128320341540_100002331207086_314401_2117067024_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665246289889869154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ruth, Ailin, me, Mel & Nic. [Murdoch Cattle Show Team!]</div><div><br /></div><div>20 Oct '11 </div><div><br /></div><div>Today I witnessed dolphins swimming and playing so close to the shore while cycling past Canning River towards the city. The dorsal fin caught my attention, before I stopped and stood there for the longest time, taking in the exhilarating and thrilling moment of watching dolphins play with waves. Nope, no pictures were taken. Those moments would have been wrecked by spending time trying to capture a still picture.</div><div><br /></div><div>It brought me a smile instantly, knowing such beautiful creatures exist before my eyes.</div><div><br /></div><div>23 Oct '11</div><div> </div><div>Will be cycling for MS (multiple sclerosis) association this sunday! 50km should be a good distance to cover. To be updated soon! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>CKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451387535152390399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10162430.post-1745551593968237792011-06-05T18:06:00.002+08:002011-06-05T18:10:40.665+08:00Chapter 12 - Learn to appreciate things while they last.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNeEvW8AIzXbXyg2WZ13tHu0RGFb8ihqoR89vG4WoRCCF3kz0GCSKTC6p8jhTsP8lc8H7JwgpDkPXWCl4fKjs670HeY9grRunuFk9sZTtZ46dnbr5dqsc2DKRsWxxZYo6NZ61DAA/s1600/tumblr_l6sel54ts21qcix08o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNeEvW8AIzXbXyg2WZ13tHu0RGFb8ihqoR89vG4WoRCCF3kz0GCSKTC6p8jhTsP8lc8H7JwgpDkPXWCl4fKjs670HeY9grRunuFk9sZTtZ46dnbr5dqsc2DKRsWxxZYo6NZ61DAA/s400/tumblr_l6sel54ts21qcix08o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614675317994156530" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><a href="http://whisperedpromises.tumblr.com/post/3712261042">http://whisperedpromises.tumblr.com/post/3712261042</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Was blog hopping when I chanced upon this meaningful picture - doesn't need me to explain any further. :)</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div>CKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451387535152390399noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10162430.post-19359457351685604592011-05-01T23:09:00.003+08:002011-05-01T23:29:28.785+08:00Chapter 11.6 - Cows and the study break<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><div><br /></div><div>It was my study break week and I've spent it at Cowaramup's cattle feedlot. 3 hours drive South of Perth and 7 days have allowed me to witness and experience tonnes of lessons and reflections which would have been unattainable otherwise. Time and experience is all we need, to make us better professionals.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht0gZyQLyqaQ2qocUyhl2aj2gmAhsgqde9sr2qrWPF1OM2QMfsxL6Qxq_rbbEnqRHwzB2kUVVwv_qzpoHEgSvCzvDKSS57MlHdzn4kaRzZIkPUtpX_xz3Rl-Nc2URl1xkw5bLf4Q/s400/IMG_03301.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601769646569208610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 185px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Semini's Wagyu Cattle Feedlot</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div>Spent the weekend (including a beautiful Sunday today) doing everything else but school work. It was refreshing, to be able to watch TV and not worry about any other things, take some time to make good decent meals and of course cleaning up my car after a week at the farm is always most rational. I didn't have to rush through any of my daily routines and I spent free times reading or sitting down in front of the laptop playing my favourite soccer game. </div><div><br /></div><div>To be exact, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" >I didn't have to know time</span></i>, there wasn't anything lined up on the day's agenda.</div><div><br /></div><div>As the sun sets and the night turns chilly, it was always nice to have good music and videos playing in my room. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The aurora time-lapse movie by <i>Terje Sorgjerd</i> was the highlight of my short but quality weekend.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/21294655" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >take it easy, boy.</span></i></div>CKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451387535152390399noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10162430.post-38122300450055045492011-04-22T21:50:00.002+08:002011-04-22T23:16:58.623+08:00Chapter 11.5 - Coffee and a Sunflower<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNNmOym2HpUYcssX4qESypxdhj-5LQbVHEQUwO8WotGSrAdOC1MEfDIGvIPVZJqNqox_jVL6CeLX7892BfHkgfRbpoAWlqw05VyFTXDwRs6hkVPlZp7Or0DJc325KKOHX7Ilm4Eg/s1600/sunflower+and+coffee.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNNmOym2HpUYcssX4qESypxdhj-5LQbVHEQUwO8WotGSrAdOC1MEfDIGvIPVZJqNqox_jVL6CeLX7892BfHkgfRbpoAWlqw05VyFTXDwRs6hkVPlZp7Or0DJc325KKOHX7Ilm4Eg/s400/sunflower+and+coffee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598418225585491778" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><a href="http://www.123rf.com/photo_2791746_coffee-gives-vitality--sunflower-growing-over-coffee-beans-as-symbol-of-vitality.html">http://www.123rf.com/photo_2791746_coffee-gives-vitality--sunflower-growing-over-coffee-beans-as-symbol-of-vitality.html</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">On the night of a Good Friday, decided to spend some time by myself at home. Had a cup of self-made coffee after dinner and it couldn't be any more refreshing. Coffee is a beverage many would need to keep them going early in the morning. But coffee, helps me relax. In fact, I recently did a little trial on myself; drinking coffee one to two hours before my sleep time. What I realized was bewildering. I find my sleep much more nourishing and I wouldn't wake up feeling as if I needed another 5 minutes of snooze time. Energetic and alive are two words that would come off my mind if I can illustrate in this manner.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Has anyone thought of how coffee and sunflower can actually go together? I actually thought putting them together makes an incredibly beautiful picture. The sunflower brings out the vitality in coffee beans; that is seemingly dark and bitter. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Dozens of way we can make beverages out of coffee beans, another dozens of occasion we can appreciate having a cuppa to ourselves. Just like how we would be able to bring the light out of a seemingly dark situation. A sunflower perhaps? :)</div>CKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451387535152390399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10162430.post-3228441350954636002011-04-11T18:53:00.006+08:002011-04-11T19:12:23.646+08:00Chapter 11.4 - FOOD. for thought.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div>On a rainy autumn evening, which is approximately 7pm right now. Haven't exactly thought of what to prepare for dinner but yet I thought of fried carrot cake (black pls.), ba chor mee..everything else appeals to me except what's in my kitchen. Besides craving for home food, what came across my mind is actually the idea that eating what you crave at the moment, can actually make you a whole lot happier.<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifBY2G-n_Tx8Mx7u__V1vVTAtuaJOUEANEEAfamR-EN4MQhHpHeY3RVAClpbD44vh_2mOlzCpfhyOZRSu784oIHjLxpoexWItHbsAO9XsLQRt7hfNSbxwL0s5mZ7HRRDm-mDtiDw/s400/best-fried-carrot-cake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594279177710606338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><a href="http://singaporelocalfavourites.blogspot.com/2009/09/carrot-cake.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" >http://singaporelocalfavourites.blogspot.com/2009/09/carrot-cake.html</span></a></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjsVBc8c4xAVv8bSjrz11LeymBFkoOCTEhwUkwQt8SOJPMmSvLd7H8v9sox6kOvcxM2nAOX4wYZjaEcn_UvHjMcarwV7ynP5v5aXhGUU_G82qDepVNZtFZte68EU5EJ58k5ohuXA/s400/mincedmeatnoodle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594279497394604194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><a href="http://onokinegrindz.typepad.com/ono_kine_grindz/singapore/index.html">http://onokinegrindz.typepad.com/ono_kine_grindz/singapore/index.html</a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">How do we explain food craving? Why do we only crave for certain food, at only certain times, and not everyday? So what causes the sudden onset of intense desire? </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">and lastly, food craving decreases the appeal of other food..which then affects how we perceive the taste it. So although 90% of taste comes from smell, I believe a big chunk comes from what goes on in the brain, or rather I would think - the limbic system. Perhaps? </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>CKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451387535152390399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10162430.post-27711784631815715602011-03-27T22:08:00.007+08:002011-03-27T22:29:30.363+08:00Chapter 11.3 - Just a dream.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span></div><br />Finally took some time off today, on the Sunday of my study break. Decided to give myself some slack and not take myself too seriously. Unnecessary worrying and stress can sometimes be really awful. An essay due tomorrow and exam on Wednesday. But guess what, my life doesn't revolve around those nitty gritty stuff! (right, they are important)<div><br /></div><div>I spent my afternoon reading Blink, by Malcolm Gladwell. My collection of such books has certainly made me even more fascinated to know more, and in fact Malcolm makes me want to read more of his books. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhummhUV4lMjbFfIqy9rG3zKaN43XJesHIrnXx0V3kyeVwpFZ1OQ4rz4ApnBxbz8cUrAICP1stzVx08z-YpbBgejXTNy6drNeKhVkmHEJ89lekd-ydW_DvDYlq_dZAvNF6Wo9cKnw/s400/blink-by-malcolm-gladwell.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588762338845338594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>I gave myself the rest of the time finding good songs on youtube. Maddi Jane's truly amazing voice caught my attention :) </div><div><br /></div><div><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="420" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CAz1GpZWxOg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>After dinner I did a final edit of my essay and then went browsing for good singers again. This is what I found next, wonderful voices, great song for the night. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="420" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/a2RA0vsZXf8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe> </div><div><br /></div><div>Good songs are meant to be shared, their talents ought to be known! </div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >back to pathology...the study of mechanisms behind diseases. :)</span></i></div>CKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451387535152390399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10162430.post-17845970666113989112011-03-19T21:43:00.019+08:002011-03-20T21:50:50.578+08:00Chapter 11.2 - Sculptures at Cottesloe<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>A Saturday evening down to Cottesloe Beach promises amazing sights and sounds. The sculpture arts festival is held annually, usually in autumn despite being at 35 deg in the afternoon I went! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCH0My91Ds0RKYyZuURcEt-_Cep9W0OWYoaHBIdggnRNS-CyAyUw42vdehZaWOcdAagk8Jf5-QlPrvI9nxQCtsxiEar1Cu-CXMcfOuwMVtiNjWXLlkU17FnpEdQ_K0TIOYTZWtjQ/s1600/IMG_0153.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCH0My91Ds0RKYyZuURcEt-_Cep9W0OWYoaHBIdggnRNS-CyAyUw42vdehZaWOcdAagk8Jf5-QlPrvI9nxQCtsxiEar1Cu-CXMcfOuwMVtiNjWXLlkU17FnpEdQ_K0TIOYTZWtjQ/s400/IMG_0153.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586106031482924658" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The sky and the ocean seemed to compliment each other.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIM2491YdkGlMldcB1qfjYuOr4L6rckM9XA7lRs5dCTmndb07WxEgm4M9_FuA14HyjNnU704OswP8z5FhBEmuTIW2eXDF_4W1twiEKWNpW8mNHAxTlOn2GhhpYSSP-dOSUnDPQCg/s1600/IMG_0155_edited-1+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIM2491YdkGlMldcB1qfjYuOr4L6rckM9XA7lRs5dCTmndb07WxEgm4M9_FuA14HyjNnU704OswP8z5FhBEmuTIW2eXDF_4W1twiEKWNpW8mNHAxTlOn2GhhpYSSP-dOSUnDPQCg/s400/IMG_0155_edited-1+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586105855306361746" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My favourite shot of the day - </div><div style="text-align: center;">groom carrying the bride down to the beach. Heels can be tricky to walk in on sand! :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy-ldYVqMWxv1j8blpOOdOffR7XagNQx02fAMguMbSwmYJtbwk8BWLT4RWRZ3FKRL0jZegjeMWkKT8VICcYL53S1vuB0PfkOsL5wBMYoPoAYAKQK3aiZ06ssK1PpaR-oaBWsz7jA/s1600/IMG_0156.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy-ldYVqMWxv1j8blpOOdOffR7XagNQx02fAMguMbSwmYJtbwk8BWLT4RWRZ3FKRL0jZegjeMWkKT8VICcYL53S1vuB0PfkOsL5wBMYoPoAYAKQK3aiZ06ssK1PpaR-oaBWsz7jA/s400/IMG_0156.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586105158107708274" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Blissful.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN7JAVpb42luNIkcoU-UPVlunzm1dwAn9wsfKqQG4W4hihI-f0N7eNmgind1IH5-GX88J3siMJ6Q34VinF_Yolnf7qEG-ahMB5RVfyYUXL1_w050WpnfDo_fTIOWkMm4e1EhKfmw/s1600/IMG_0162.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN7JAVpb42luNIkcoU-UPVlunzm1dwAn9wsfKqQG4W4hihI-f0N7eNmgind1IH5-GX88J3siMJ6Q34VinF_Yolnf7qEG-ahMB5RVfyYUXL1_w050WpnfDo_fTIOWkMm4e1EhKfmw/s400/IMG_0162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586104952939979010" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><u>3 wise men</u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN7JAVpb42luNIkcoU-UPVlunzm1dwAn9wsfKqQG4W4hihI-f0N7eNmgind1IH5-GX88J3siMJ6Q34VinF_Yolnf7qEG-ahMB5RVfyYUXL1_w050WpnfDo_fTIOWkMm4e1EhKfmw/s1600/IMG_0162.JPG"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP8d7cJYyBBqExSYNoCYY63WyM4RIqEFjpZxNwnPgnyLyQYRldE2UsPvVhtS0-gV60vc04PwNKQHxImFMBC5o3-M1UHjPVLtr0qnXrvnvfbG2XGTYa42DHtZu8Cw7kP5qGYXjAKA/s1600/IMG_0163.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP8d7cJYyBBqExSYNoCYY63WyM4RIqEFjpZxNwnPgnyLyQYRldE2UsPvVhtS0-gV60vc04PwNKQHxImFMBC5o3-M1UHjPVLtr0qnXrvnvfbG2XGTYa42DHtZu8Cw7kP5qGYXjAKA/s400/IMG_0163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586104703697086546" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Lend a helping hand to those who needs it</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0AKWmsXS24DhqR1ioXQ3XF_oAM5fBfoXQ63w0Sx1YAvCXErI5vvgZic0b4zhd4o_80kIAaWrL_YJ6HGbhfPucScqH9d7yID74ApVEmifyWPgIZBT8OFLiji1lvR8xN0JparOv4A/s1600/IMG_0164.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0AKWmsXS24DhqR1ioXQ3XF_oAM5fBfoXQ63w0Sx1YAvCXErI5vvgZic0b4zhd4o_80kIAaWrL_YJ6HGbhfPucScqH9d7yID74ApVEmifyWPgIZBT8OFLiji1lvR8xN0JparOv4A/s400/IMG_0164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586104429857234226" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">2 fishing nets make it nothing more than a piece of beautiful art.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjm2Pbt7w9z2RKIG0F9BWAZKjkyKAUsHsZ9ZlHH-C_IKTSIYalFt12iqvF1o1R2ccvkV9ghdm91Sq2KJRTpFmXkthtruT8J5WwqkqFH9kVL1UbzlmJhToeMiuXy3qcOCKyt00xAQ/s1600/IMG_0166.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjm2Pbt7w9z2RKIG0F9BWAZKjkyKAUsHsZ9ZlHH-C_IKTSIYalFt12iqvF1o1R2ccvkV9ghdm91Sq2KJRTpFmXkthtruT8J5WwqkqFH9kVL1UbzlmJhToeMiuXy3qcOCKyt00xAQ/s400/IMG_0166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586104215514379970" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7gwbtrX4uRRB1nkFZxxtPtzgVCWEhv8xfEjnUBRbO4OwIOPqGj_Yy-nb9NKUEhoZN_hN4w1jZfACozB2mMl2iKaq9Q2tds9Od-JAcTAOMM6uRl18uxXazawWLJEBosO_UqvjNAA/s1600/IMG_0176.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7gwbtrX4uRRB1nkFZxxtPtzgVCWEhv8xfEjnUBRbO4OwIOPqGj_Yy-nb9NKUEhoZN_hN4w1jZfACozB2mMl2iKaq9Q2tds9Od-JAcTAOMM6uRl18uxXazawWLJEBosO_UqvjNAA/s400/IMG_0176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586104005879962370" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Colours of the wind.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPCYmgAFrsmf3V5OlWuuSwngb8juQAng8Zb7LNyXPIWXs2J1x7EQsohgCM0eet2jvus_ZRjV8QbyAJ6oOzdIcnL_C1mMtXQjZwS0eAwcG2NIRNLIWZMSHlShpE1xJUqNr2bL30nQ/s1600/IMG_0179.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPCYmgAFrsmf3V5OlWuuSwngb8juQAng8Zb7LNyXPIWXs2J1x7EQsohgCM0eet2jvus_ZRjV8QbyAJ6oOzdIcnL_C1mMtXQjZwS0eAwcG2NIRNLIWZMSHlShpE1xJUqNr2bL30nQ/s400/IMG_0179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586103766457028162" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">A smiling chinese man.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijzCMsgxsuvxAVVsnikkQ_x4drA_cKd4K4FwYlha6IOw-DPtSsQiXMicodmzXvGn-gylyfWzrAD0EsBsi47mYJgJRZDKh02aB28e5xVQjy3ya2RRjZrVnoQTadg5vZ_etA4b8FCg/s1600/IMG_0185.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijzCMsgxsuvxAVVsnikkQ_x4drA_cKd4K4FwYlha6IOw-DPtSsQiXMicodmzXvGn-gylyfWzrAD0EsBsi47mYJgJRZDKh02aB28e5xVQjy3ya2RRjZrVnoQTadg5vZ_etA4b8FCg/s400/IMG_0185.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586103262696967266" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The egg shell may seem delicate but certainly not weak.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvDCWYXeHW_dkIK80X9R3JvgTBg42km0_rjbGlUkiZmntT7vGnwSG2DRw1uuR7CIg6cszA5cVv7ZxArL-0vgnQ7sxIC5ZJgl5vsr2RU3ylb-pzn42XYOIbewQN8405h-JLDE9liQ/s1600/IMG_0189.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvDCWYXeHW_dkIK80X9R3JvgTBg42km0_rjbGlUkiZmntT7vGnwSG2DRw1uuR7CIg6cszA5cVv7ZxArL-0vgnQ7sxIC5ZJgl5vsr2RU3ylb-pzn42XYOIbewQN8405h-JLDE9liQ/s400/IMG_0189.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586102854458834962" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Solidarity.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijHTKm2CKFNxuhkQUYbTrX_A8xgTK_2S9OOmWGdmZwyjwaZhy75ybmw7J3koll4J8HNOOp3vB8o_oAQH7x89rzw-NUBW2WNz7j3hwpFIpt9lEyniZIRPy93SF5-8ebTvqNY6XO9g/s1600/IMG_0191.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijHTKm2CKFNxuhkQUYbTrX_A8xgTK_2S9OOmWGdmZwyjwaZhy75ybmw7J3koll4J8HNOOp3vB8o_oAQH7x89rzw-NUBW2WNz7j3hwpFIpt9lEyniZIRPy93SF5-8ebTvqNY6XO9g/s400/IMG_0191.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586102655234766930" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Wings of an angel.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg6Lzoy8Xr19mUKRsnUNJoP5DpnDKAST_KxP9oRW6E1j-3NXaIDe3GhvVX2BTKTg8acm-GNqvHpq1BElgWiTrtMtUIgpd_KCP0gv4UYvJDMOxBT4SlhaTuq6AdPs3G7URr9DOPxw/s1600/IMG_0196.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg6Lzoy8Xr19mUKRsnUNJoP5DpnDKAST_KxP9oRW6E1j-3NXaIDe3GhvVX2BTKTg8acm-GNqvHpq1BElgWiTrtMtUIgpd_KCP0gv4UYvJDMOxBT4SlhaTuq6AdPs3G7URr9DOPxw/s400/IMG_0196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586102320372281954" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">"I stand tall and strong."</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEice_UwAPRx-wrUfMks4EugF8kTscmGQh2_Nk0hEd-180jAv8LZH5CuSu-nub3GBOOkRQFSeK2MzzNzxJ4MZZUXPg8R6g40kgKLFMlRpPFBP53gfB58BaOMDPgSWYSzi25q1QwKCA/s1600/IMG_0203.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEice_UwAPRx-wrUfMks4EugF8kTscmGQh2_Nk0hEd-180jAv8LZH5CuSu-nub3GBOOkRQFSeK2MzzNzxJ4MZZUXPg8R6g40kgKLFMlRpPFBP53gfB58BaOMDPgSWYSzi25q1QwKCA/s400/IMG_0203.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586101552299958738" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">United we stand.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBhCAgXQkI7bmvf8rk-35FleG7ACp94f81LYZy3pD_SYxpHt5rLEjJROcJvSJbV9_UWLiCv-tmxin4dQt9-vWl9mHsGoe2O0bksWJXYuaLxUptcVJD7CIoEH15XHoi1u67L4Z_vA/s1600/IMG_0210.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBhCAgXQkI7bmvf8rk-35FleG7ACp94f81LYZy3pD_SYxpHt5rLEjJROcJvSJbV9_UWLiCv-tmxin4dQt9-vWl9mHsGoe2O0bksWJXYuaLxUptcVJD7CIoEH15XHoi1u67L4Z_vA/s400/IMG_0210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586101373933720114" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">relic on sand.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8YBy9wRuFRluip4VBn5ilhV5mbSnmUAn34WC0pNpc5BWL-VQI-my6CPKlLrpAM3dPrPAkhTSBk01VD2jLn_PV-UT807G7pAxYP_UnAbhmGxCsiY-wBpaYqukcGWHRNB2G8jrlEA/s1600/IMG_0212.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8YBy9wRuFRluip4VBn5ilhV5mbSnmUAn34WC0pNpc5BWL-VQI-my6CPKlLrpAM3dPrPAkhTSBk01VD2jLn_PV-UT807G7pAxYP_UnAbhmGxCsiY-wBpaYqukcGWHRNB2G8jrlEA/s400/IMG_0212.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586101069652958162" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The colours of sun set across the blue ocean and horizon. </div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKfLdo14S5oL6wHU6VH9OGS2dDbeH6aHO_CPR-yT-TrWJhvfKafCh4jUBYV7ZwFLAgt61e6fORAp1pSr7qL7eTwJCteKvwT8kB8NQTy3oSI4iqejbsvyNHi4sNxd66QddFi_8n2w/s1600/IMG_0216.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKfLdo14S5oL6wHU6VH9OGS2dDbeH6aHO_CPR-yT-TrWJhvfKafCh4jUBYV7ZwFLAgt61e6fORAp1pSr7qL7eTwJCteKvwT8kB8NQTy3oSI4iqejbsvyNHi4sNxd66QddFi_8n2w/s400/IMG_0216.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585797446828135810" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Sunset. This was meant for more than only my pair of eyes.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >"Always do what you're afraid to do."</span></i></div>CKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451387535152390399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10162430.post-87476019098634991972011-03-03T21:06:00.003+08:002011-03-03T21:56:57.500+08:00Chapter 11.1 - Homesick<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Disorientated</i> - This is how I would describe my current state of mind. It's the end of the third week of the semester already and I haven't been able to untangle myself. </div><div><br /></div><div>A friend of mine asked how do I deal with stress and I said I find time for myself and get things organized around me. I added sometimes I deal with it in a rather drastic manner, to the extent of pulling away from my social life so I can process thoughts clearer. </div><div><br /></div><div>I write. In writing I find tranquility, which then allows me to see many things from another perspective all together. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Recently a word came into my life. <i>Homesick. </i></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigDdnslKV1ykYkeB66o0AA0bdH2ntaMgz4T4Z3YJFNK830g9IWOaD6xxyfV0sehoV64DsDx8x8NyAO7N09zTzBd_vzKvONtQ0OFtv9x0ka8UkgX3Oe_CI_5Xu1jmMYLo35hgmh0w/s1600/hmsk.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigDdnslKV1ykYkeB66o0AA0bdH2ntaMgz4T4Z3YJFNK830g9IWOaD6xxyfV0sehoV64DsDx8x8NyAO7N09zTzBd_vzKvONtQ0OFtv9x0ka8UkgX3Oe_CI_5Xu1jmMYLo35hgmh0w/s400/hmsk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579841746444774274" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><a href="http://www.last.fm/group/Yet+Another+Pointless+Group/forum/86558/_/410666/57"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="http://www.last.fm/group/Yet+Another+Pointless+Group/forum/86558/_/410666/57"><span class="Apple-style-span">http://www.last.fm/group/Yet+Another+Pointless+Group/forum/86558/_/410666/57</span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.last.fm/group/Yet+Another+Pointless+Group/forum/86558/_/410666/57"><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">How would you define homesick? To me, it is knowing you don't have that familiar someone whom you can return home to, nap on the couch and will wake you up when dinner is ready. Homesick is when you have to think of what's in the refrigerator so you can prepare dinner, as well as the next day's lunch. - Buying groceries can be quite a pain especially when you're not longsighted (means buying enough and correct ingredients to plan for the week's meals). </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I admit, I hate this.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Is this what growing up comprises of? If not, then what would it be?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">To me, this isn't a choice. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>There's no end to stress, but let me know that the day will end eventually. & therefore no matter how stressful the day might be, let me wake up the next morning knowing I've pulled through a tough yesterday. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div>CKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451387535152390399noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10162430.post-17750244761569985052011-02-21T22:25:00.005+08:002011-04-06T21:01:59.379+08:00Chapter 11 - A new semester, a new place<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span></div><br /><div>2011.</div><div><br /></div><div>So finally it's my 3rd year of study, 3rd 4th 5th 6th. Four years to go. Yes this is it. No matter how hard you tell yourself certain things, the stubbornness still gets into you. No, I won't deny I never had self-doubts. Surely, those little self doubts can have a significant impact on how one progress down the road or see himself as what he portrays...</div><div><br /></div><div>This slow, long journey is both challenging and demanding, yet fulfilling. So what do I get out of it? Sounds contradictory, isn't it. </div><div><br /></div><div>My 5th semester, and I've 5 different residential addresses. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOEYVVBrStRnEkPlEboZTd1p3ekiajDbUbuY0nZaPN_ipIJTPuOZsg1OtvOZTv1gOfTTfDnxkgO6eebIJhE-xuqRN3LIhXWjyhFXtz6cei7s9JSqc2ocA6-x_NacvvOOSRn-T5ZA/s400/moving-house.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576153983187598690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 366px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><a href="http://geopatterns.com/tag/home/">http://geopatterns.com/tag/home/</a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>I feel so tired, of finding a suitable home, & moving around. I don't enjoy this at all. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>***</div><div><br /></div><div>This semester we touch on pathology, animal nutrition and toxicology, plus a fair bit on animal ethics and welfare. I enjoy the lectures especially when we start covering more aquatic and avian stuff.. though the bulk still lies on production animals. The range of the lectures have really allowed me to appreciate the diversity of the animal kingdom and how unique each and every species is. </div><div><br /></div><div><i>Knowledge is power</i>, indeed. </div><div><br /></div><div>come on, let's do this.</div>CKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451387535152390399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10162430.post-86992794015449504922010-11-10T22:42:00.005+08:002010-11-11T10:31:24.727+08:00Chapter 10 - Celebrating The End<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWztr9QO2_QpxzZ1ISVmfa1f4QFuSiFZoSZLNBXdSH9uQ9yelObUrR3o1D2MjR7QZGxfeLb-OsqKn2F-2IbFB5k2lz9IECIWMaf2XZEZ2MxsuGtnJHGI7oAKzqwzYjlJ1yUde_xg/s1600/rainy+night_cv.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWztr9QO2_QpxzZ1ISVmfa1f4QFuSiFZoSZLNBXdSH9uQ9yelObUrR3o1D2MjR7QZGxfeLb-OsqKn2F-2IbFB5k2lz9IECIWMaf2XZEZ2MxsuGtnJHGI7oAKzqwzYjlJ1yUde_xg/s400/rainy+night_cv.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537936016062109746" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://cecilvortex.com/swath/2007/07/17/brugge_at_night.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">http://cecilvortex.com/swath/2007/07/17/brugge_at_night.htm</span>l</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>On a rainy night, I'm heading into the middle of November. I must have exclaimed "What? November already?" It's not hard to realise that the year 2010 is coming to an end, because firstly my exams is in a couple of days' time. Secondly, I can feel Christmas right up at my doorstep from all that X'mas stuff I see printed on shopping malls catalogue. Yet another year and this chapter will round up a fruitful year. Of course, December is when travel agencies are jammed packed with eager tourists wanting to get their packages sorted out. Travel! Nope certainly not me at the moment, but I smile at the thought of knowing people around me going for a holiday. I'm happy, because the people around me are happy.<div><br /></div><div><div>Earlier last year, I left my email on Brightsparks (scholarship) forum after helping a one or two enthusiastic students who wants to know more about studying veterinary science. Ever since then, I've had another four to five students adding to my email inbox. Yes it is a long and dreary process to even prepare for application, and the next thing that appears in your face is another six to a twelve months' worth of wait (for application results). So many, or rather all of them have the same questions in mind. I could even recite them now almost immediately. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >what are the academic requirements?</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >how long is the course?</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >why did you choose murdoch?</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >how much are you paying for school fees?</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >do you work part-time?</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >are you on any scholarship?</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >is clinical experience enough to apply?</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >is the course tough?</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >how's your accommodation, is it near/on campus?</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >which agencies would you recommend?</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >what do you all study in the first few years?</span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The exact questions I had in mind when I started off wanting to know more. I counted myself lucky because these questions came up before I even started O levels. I had time to do research, I had time to prepare for my application, I had time to get myself as much exposure as possible. In fact, I had at least 3 years and of course knowing to clear the A levels was my next target; and with near perfect score. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I didn't have a mentor to inquire about my queries then, I could remember vividly the personnel I spoke to. First and most importantly I got to know Ferdinand (my agent), whom I met on three separate occasions at tertiary education fairs. Secondly I met the representative from Murdoch which by then I already submitted my folder of application details, short of my personal statement. In the midst I've spoken to representatives from Uni. of Queensland, Sydney, and even Glasgow Uni. from the UK. Till today, I still believed they are the ones who strengthened my belief to excel in my crucial examination. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Thinking back, I was in the exact situation then. I could almost feel their desire, that feeling of wanting something so much, that you could go all out and sacrifice for it. It is my pleasure to be able to lend a helping hand to the lost souls. <i>I don't lose anything by giving, in fact I gain future working colleagues </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><i>if they get through this round</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Despite </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">already </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">spending close to two years pondering over my future, my direction seemed to go off track sometimes. So many vets I've came across had their course of direction altered and for some changed totally in their bid to want to make a difference. Opportunities come and go along the way, and those opportunities lost me there somehow. To a certain extent, I look forward to graduation but for most part, I believed my career has already started. I may still be nothing compared to many in the profession, but who doesn't start a book by reading the first chapter?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >"The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough."</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">As clich</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">é</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> as I may go, it's the journey that creates the memories and it's too the journey that we make a difference to ourselves & the ones around us. The 'destination' that we all have on our minds, to me, is like a pit-stop reminding us of our achievements. And the journey continues. I can't emphasize enough how beautiful it is. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">As a student, we always have people around us getting fidgety over tests results. The mid-term examinations, that practical test, that 2 marks which the lecturer fail to award for your lengthy paragraph of words. Of course, examinations are important, minor 'destinations' for many, but at the end of the day when the semester has passed, what do we actually remember? The 2 marks? The 1 mark short of a Distinction grade? No we don't. All that is edged in our memories are what we've given to others through our time, and how we've made a difference in someone else's life, the friendship that has its roots grew deeper.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">All that I'm trying to say (as a personal post of mine) is, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" >don't let the destination distract you from the moment that's right in front of you. </span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Good luck to all having final exams!</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div></div></div>CKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451387535152390399noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10162430.post-18237689451756384602010-09-04T20:27:00.021+08:002010-09-04T21:43:39.857+08:00Chapter 9 - August 29th & A New Beginning<div><br /></div><div>So this is the story. I was headed back home after the end of last semester. 9 more semesters to go! Right now I'm enjoying what I'm studying, and making the best of my time here. To learn as much as I could get my hands on, to have as much experience that would be required of me, and to impact the lives around me. To inspire, and make this a better place.</div><div><br /></div><div>In the 6 weeks back home, I've done and learn so much that I possibly could. To live a life of no regrets, making decisions, to be willing to let go, be happy and be kind to the people around you. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX6Lwy6bo1zXFBdq9a0FIdJwBFpq0p7bgalc3DzORaU9Jl3mjiyjy89417iZLfj60WoAkRWPC9cNG2WNuwPXNrS37RaxJlK-iimBIx0jPeqkqwBjp2vJwBLI8DndCdt7n4cMR6KA/s1600/7+July+-+HOTCAKE+BREAKFAST!!.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX6Lwy6bo1zXFBdq9a0FIdJwBFpq0p7bgalc3DzORaU9Jl3mjiyjy89417iZLfj60WoAkRWPC9cNG2WNuwPXNrS37RaxJlK-iimBIx0jPeqkqwBjp2vJwBLI8DndCdt7n4cMR6KA/s400/7+July+-+HOTCAKE+BREAKFAST!!.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513042400115933090" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">A simple breakfast, but it was the company that mattered. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I didn't have to eat by myself back home. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzhztSBLMhe4JgiBGDEj3gP3_aV_7YrMEwv0QKr1TgT8yPAfHGH4c5bE__yOMhxIzYeCO6Oiy4l2uX64ZZzg20DTn8uV2WSW_pzzngCn9GuMTL7V-c7GdRDcImmX0kUPyRa6Eqxg/s1600/19072010(003).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzhztSBLMhe4JgiBGDEj3gP3_aV_7YrMEwv0QKr1TgT8yPAfHGH4c5bE__yOMhxIzYeCO6Oiy4l2uX64ZZzg20DTn8uV2WSW_pzzngCn9GuMTL7V-c7GdRDcImmX0kUPyRa6Eqxg/s400/19072010(003).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513041221387386338" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Have a couple of hours off at night for ice cream waffle, </div><div style="text-align: center;">I wished I could do this more often than once in every half yearly.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8G950ilMTzT7XvPHMGOVGwB6Jf3NxIwXSoHmHQ-fUaP5_a6xQt6gj9TyZieMcA35Ml3wyKI-u7vd2MDVxJe2zrV5Rh6oW0SU1NDVxVLIzXMPnm5B9Pagb5faZUIA5n3Mku-EopA/s1600/Short+%26+Sweet+play.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8G950ilMTzT7XvPHMGOVGwB6Jf3NxIwXSoHmHQ-fUaP5_a6xQt6gj9TyZieMcA35Ml3wyKI-u7vd2MDVxJe2zrV5Rh6oW0SU1NDVxVLIzXMPnm5B9Pagb5faZUIA5n3Mku-EopA/s400/Short+%26+Sweet+play.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513040882846108306" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">@ The Arts House: supporting Sean at his "short & sweet' play. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2UHIo6g6p-oURf3ypbgODglB11Bnv_2lbGfgF4oND8NNKyYnnoDH5kzx_tKxZlXkt0JB3JAGLEtlQAB8TDaW0ewhy8rG75SYaayqMQ21gnwQrHdf7NoRvHTzeBs_OMaBe_dspgg/s1600/IMG_2832.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2UHIo6g6p-oURf3ypbgODglB11Bnv_2lbGfgF4oND8NNKyYnnoDH5kzx_tKxZlXkt0JB3JAGLEtlQAB8TDaW0ewhy8rG75SYaayqMQ21gnwQrHdf7NoRvHTzeBs_OMaBe_dspgg/s400/IMG_2832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513040513790960738" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">making salmon-egg-mayonnaise roll, bro lending a helping hand!</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyOqv688CXF-3MbZkKuerOOLs7vRkHFcxwgQPwqjx_OPUCJBI8kZEwOkBJG-fXMsMwPNZmW5MkKUFrx4iibxPtf-ekbp7TNo5-0Qrwf_NXHYunG9B6ihdESrr3SYzH5s7KAUKfmw/s1600/IMG_2697.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyOqv688CXF-3MbZkKuerOOLs7vRkHFcxwgQPwqjx_OPUCJBI8kZEwOkBJG-fXMsMwPNZmW5MkKUFrx4iibxPtf-ekbp7TNo5-0Qrwf_NXHYunG9B6ihdESrr3SYzH5s7KAUKfmw/s400/IMG_2697.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513039647190752338" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><u>it was the company that mattered more.</u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><u><br /></u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyOqv688CXF-3MbZkKuerOOLs7vRkHFcxwgQPwqjx_OPUCJBI8kZEwOkBJG-fXMsMwPNZmW5MkKUFrx4iibxPtf-ekbp7TNo5-0Qrwf_NXHYunG9B6ihdESrr3SYzH5s7KAUKfmw/s1600/IMG_2697.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwN7x3-pm5ZOH6v2GDFCH6N-MySBTNlJJuVVZ9YKIz6OW-2I3mdcN0wDPKlIjY4p_w2mt7aT-YON7Ql7tY8DpEQaQosz74E1iogEnvdQe6MfTEviz-oQelyTfNO5JcEpL0tEFOjQ/s1600/IMG_2701.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwN7x3-pm5ZOH6v2GDFCH6N-MySBTNlJJuVVZ9YKIz6OW-2I3mdcN0wDPKlIjY4p_w2mt7aT-YON7Ql7tY8DpEQaQosz74E1iogEnvdQe6MfTEviz-oQelyTfNO5JcEpL0tEFOjQ/s400/IMG_2701.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513042115440633234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">jeri's birthday dinner at Sakura's!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTz1dzc605J4WivZTLtZjHOMy2EPK0cBtV4doFfAlXdFOLzsbtgrWgzt32cCjEWgw_5DidJGKD1onVF8E8J7FC5yBnxQRxrQC-gWQXdnJy1gHub0h9vpwgwCzRsUSo4BII9JP5uA/s1600/IMG_2714.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTz1dzc605J4WivZTLtZjHOMy2EPK0cBtV4doFfAlXdFOLzsbtgrWgzt32cCjEWgw_5DidJGKD1onVF8E8J7FC5yBnxQRxrQC-gWQXdnJy1gHub0h9vpwgwCzRsUSo4BII9JP5uA/s400/IMG_2714.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513041836582094530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTz1dzc605J4WivZTLtZjHOMy2EPK0cBtV4doFfAlXdFOLzsbtgrWgzt32cCjEWgw_5DidJGKD1onVF8E8J7FC5yBnxQRxrQC-gWQXdnJy1gHub0h9vpwgwCzRsUSo4BII9JP5uA/s1600/IMG_2714.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnypU9y8xaRZ11JbbzcexU-23HQzXvcr-mwz_M2cQnUbhyphenhyphenFV3K94POavQXeHtVnGpKGXaaAdzmT5YC9lMYH_I4qC_5Uo7Hpwmy9YvFCDZk0jQ4rbG4hleTbo2-riukg3yhYQpDnw/s1600/IMG_2726.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnypU9y8xaRZ11JbbzcexU-23HQzXvcr-mwz_M2cQnUbhyphenhyphenFV3K94POavQXeHtVnGpKGXaaAdzmT5YC9lMYH_I4qC_5Uo7Hpwmy9YvFCDZk0jQ4rbG4hleTbo2-riukg3yhYQpDnw/s400/IMG_2726.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513038861869576290" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">jeri turns 21!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX_mc5B1LrdzQ3JErSyvIc3vYxqJjJzrIdLwZqt1kfSsMy77QK42k1Sl_JlMmX7KmbKmWkecBOONQbBNsQAzP5sgwZiTU3lfbWjR570sx5sLoKRaP_d0C18Z06mrSKv3pBAoYcJA/s1600/IMG_2766.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX_mc5B1LrdzQ3JErSyvIc3vYxqJjJzrIdLwZqt1kfSsMy77QK42k1Sl_JlMmX7KmbKmWkecBOONQbBNsQAzP5sgwZiTU3lfbWjR570sx5sLoKRaP_d0C18Z06mrSKv3pBAoYcJA/s400/IMG_2766.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513038528741850850" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Birthday to my dearest.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">With so much more I wished I could do, the next semester looms. 1 Aug was when I headed back Perth, with an unexpected 2 hours' flight delay and an additional 1 hour delay on board.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg15NqQ_TLaKOWmsPjEo1MCshD67WCs0k_OfFhnOMe_PYYWqBG3yobsKocYIEYJOgwEpigyxG667abEAuhqF-O3fzrCb9r7rc2TVK5n_gVjfBDlBBpdNGdbGFETNLCuVJRvxPDBng/s1600/P1020744.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg15NqQ_TLaKOWmsPjEo1MCshD67WCs0k_OfFhnOMe_PYYWqBG3yobsKocYIEYJOgwEpigyxG667abEAuhqF-O3fzrCb9r7rc2TVK5n_gVjfBDlBBpdNGdbGFETNLCuVJRvxPDBng/s400/P1020744.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513037831103599490" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The airport; the place I love and hate at the same time. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>5 weeks of the semester have passed and I'm heading into the 6th. It's a good thing the weeks are passing by so fast. Being away from home really has its good and bad, and it's not any easy to be away. It can be really miserable when you pray for time to pass faster every night. </div><div><br /></div><div>29th August, and I turned 22. It was a freezing night with no more then 7 degrees on the scale. My dear, you made all these possible. Love you.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiygmw3zW_FZbyOLSP1LKatU3ZiOzjNoiX5rcx10qhFixw57TyXtm64xwIiYmydH29BOZfmjh-QI6sGdU9eybl03EApiOcLE1J_7SJajJhr0EBoA2CEHwP3tXAP3fQFTnZvBUXIHQ/s1600/47809_462735181060_631621060_7253471_4246779_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiygmw3zW_FZbyOLSP1LKatU3ZiOzjNoiX5rcx10qhFixw57TyXtm64xwIiYmydH29BOZfmjh-QI6sGdU9eybl03EApiOcLE1J_7SJajJhr0EBoA2CEHwP3tXAP3fQFTnZvBUXIHQ/s400/47809_462735181060_631621060_7253471_4246779_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513036976529782738" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Surprise! (that's Mollie, my foster dog)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKsjUuXRix1XI3ozIP-Rkn9ds4MdDu1a5PajWeOAMkUMu4XUOBZobTW7EfrDMvbmTNOwX5auPv-z9323sX3XhBd3YlDezFJQLb2Bq8T538SZxiJPFTcSRL953vByMtivJ2KYyqiw/s400/45028_462735291060_631621060_7253480_4525688_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513039110761240018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Thanks for the video, my dearest. :')</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq88vNwTenxTJk0mUmCQ3x21bcuTHEDceiglP7uyVgsUYYcY_mh5-7N18IeUrAOaOFiAmgE7d-uHM1Nc7a3Ihthh9KcvE8Z1ir9hoqhTTQ_wx7pJ5QbAvnJTfBXqUoV8y6NoGXbg/s1600/47809_462735191060_631621060_7253473_5394615_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq88vNwTenxTJk0mUmCQ3x21bcuTHEDceiglP7uyVgsUYYcY_mh5-7N18IeUrAOaOFiAmgE7d-uHM1Nc7a3Ihthh9KcvE8Z1ir9hoqhTTQ_wx7pJ5QbAvnJTfBXqUoV8y6NoGXbg/s400/47809_462735191060_631621060_7253473_5394615_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513036711807727874" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">There're no boundaries to what we can do, apart.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7oxx3zzC4UqskfaTRVC66r9NXjriX_34DgNkICJFAeVFVow7PT0AKf5aB8reD_W13NXTyS0HlOuY9XS_YeOYSye5UqO63RAR4qWL6oNQ58jAyo4_OFU-qEYh1Al7F-ximT6Svtg/s1600/47955_462735356060_631621060_7253487_3235440_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7oxx3zzC4UqskfaTRVC66r9NXjriX_34DgNkICJFAeVFVow7PT0AKf5aB8reD_W13NXTyS0HlOuY9XS_YeOYSye5UqO63RAR4qWL6oNQ58jAyo4_OFU-qEYh1Al7F-ximT6Svtg/s400/47955_462735356060_631621060_7253487_3235440_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513036485401698098" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">29th Aug, 1am.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbjEdzePNkyw6IMLPELC8acUulSQicH3pgHJpHfrlgqaBCEkIwRNOsnkJ7sX3ze_xR8oV6MaOVIz60NzL7ahqcrQq7htO1074-q_CToLfUwGiYL4zxIYkY-UGnnTw7vb-AFpewKg/s1600/45109_462735251060_631621060_7253477_3291203_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbjEdzePNkyw6IMLPELC8acUulSQicH3pgHJpHfrlgqaBCEkIwRNOsnkJ7sX3ze_xR8oV6MaOVIz60NzL7ahqcrQq7htO1074-q_CToLfUwGiYL4zxIYkY-UGnnTw7vb-AFpewKg/s400/45109_462735251060_631621060_7253477_3291203_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513036115723087890" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><i>"A special moment; turns a destiny.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><i>Wherever you go, your footprints are left behind.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><i>Alongside yours, there is bound </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><i>to be another pair of footsteps.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><i>You've touched the hearts of many, </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><i>without you realizing it sometimes.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><i>Although you've trekked off thus far, </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><i>we never fail to catch up with you.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><i>So regardless of where you are,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><i>here goes - a heart filled with wishes and blessings</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><i>for you.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><i>Never apart, always a part."</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0OFFzeu6ZTHAvezv-zwWhvFlsK6p6qhjY0oCgcwmMJ_Jc6e9RkPx_LLYNLSfOP8_mLHzOiSEUC8PRlsKp3BZkSBcyYdeB01elriB6Dj7eQX1xmk0KX68C0qPxrfpEI_v0_HbKUQ/s1600/group.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0OFFzeu6ZTHAvezv-zwWhvFlsK6p6qhjY0oCgcwmMJ_Jc6e9RkPx_LLYNLSfOP8_mLHzOiSEUC8PRlsKp3BZkSBcyYdeB01elriB6Dj7eQX1xmk0KX68C0qPxrfpEI_v0_HbKUQ/s400/group.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513035857601953554" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Birthday :)</div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">On the day of 29th, I had lunch at charmaine's and her mum made kong ba bao, again! (: Home-cooked dishes, thank you for the simple yet heartwarming lunch. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">A birthday celebration, a new beginning. Let us all rise up to the challenges ahead and find answers to our questions within. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Come on, let's run. </div>CKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451387535152390399noreply@blogger.com0