Chapter 11.4 - FOOD. for thought.

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.

http://singaporelocalfavourites.blogspot.com/2009/09/carrot-cake.html

http://onokinegrindz.typepad.com/ono_kine_grindz/singapore/index.html

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?

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?

Chapter 11.3 - Just a dream.

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)

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.

I gave myself the rest of the time finding good songs on youtube. Maddi Jane's truly amazing voice caught my attention :)

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.

Good songs are meant to be shared, their talents ought to be known!

back to pathology...the study of mechanisms behind diseases. :)

Chapter 11.2 - Sculptures at Cottesloe

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!

The sky and the ocean seemed to compliment each other.

My favourite shot of the day -

groom carrying the bride down to the beach. Heels can be tricky to walk in on sand! :)

Blissful.

3 wise men

Lend a helping hand to those who needs it

2 fishing nets make it nothing more than a piece of beautiful art.

Colours of the wind.

A smiling chinese man.

The egg shell may seem delicate but certainly not weak.

Solidarity.

Wings of an angel.

"I stand tall and strong."

United we stand.

relic on sand.

The colours of sun set across the blue ocean and horizon.

Sunset. This was meant for more than only my pair of eyes.

"Always do what you're afraid to do."

Chapter 11.1 - Homesick

Disorientated - 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.

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.

I write. In writing I find tranquility, which then allows me to see many things from another perspective all together.

Recently a word came into my life. Homesick.

http://www.last.fm/group/Yet+Another+Pointless+Group/forum/86558/_/410666/57

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).

I admit, I hate this.

Is this what growing up comprises of? If not, then what would it be?

To me, this isn't a choice.

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.

Chapter 11 - A new semester, a new place

2011.

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...

This slow, long journey is both challenging and demanding, yet fulfilling. So what do I get out of it? Sounds contradictory, isn't it.

My 5th semester, and I've 5 different residential addresses.

http://geopatterns.com/tag/home/

I feel so tired, of finding a suitable home, & moving around. I don't enjoy this at all.

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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.

Knowledge is power, indeed.

come on, let's do this.

Chapter 10 - Celebrating The End

http://cecilvortex.com/swath/2007/07/17/brugge_at_night.html

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.

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.

what are the academic requirements?

how long is the course?

why did you choose murdoch?

how much are you paying for school fees?

do you work part-time?

are you on any scholarship?

is clinical experience enough to apply?

is the course tough?

how's your accommodation, is it near/on campus?

which agencies would you recommend?

what do you all study in the first few years?

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.

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.

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 don't lose anything by giving, in fact I gain future working colleagues if they get through this round.

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Despite already 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?

"The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough."

As cliché 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.

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.

All that I'm trying to say (as a personal post of mine) is, don't let the destination distract you from the moment that's right in front of you.

Good luck to all having final exams!

Chapter 9 - August 29th & A New Beginning

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.

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.

A simple breakfast, but it was the company that mattered.

I didn't have to eat by myself back home.

Have a couple of hours off at night for ice cream waffle,

I wished I could do this more often than once in every half yearly.

@ The Arts House: supporting Sean at his "short & sweet' play.

making salmon-egg-mayonnaise roll, bro lending a helping hand!

it was the company that mattered more.

jeri's birthday dinner at Sakura's!

jeri turns 21!

Happy Birthday to my dearest.

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.

The airport; the place I love and hate at the same time.

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.

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.

Surprise! (that's Mollie, my foster dog)

Thanks for the video, my dearest. :')

There're no boundaries to what we can do, apart.

29th Aug, 1am.

"A special moment; turns a destiny.

Wherever you go, your footprints are left behind.

Alongside yours, there is bound

to be another pair of footsteps.

You've touched the hearts of many,

without you realizing it sometimes.

Although you've trekked off thus far,

we never fail to catch up with you.

So regardless of where you are,

here goes - a heart filled with wishes and blessings

for you.

Never apart, always a part."

Happy Birthday :)

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.

A birthday celebration, a new beginning. Let us all rise up to the challenges ahead and find answers to our questions within.

Come on, let's run.

Chapter 8.3 - Childhood is special

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Each one of us have our own unique childhood, millions of different stories we can share, it is just that special. It's special because no one can take those memories of your own childhood away. It's yours, forever. How far back can you remember? The furthest I could reach was during kindergarden, I could remember a zillion of things I did during then, but I struggled to recall much I did with my sis. Back then I wasn't already staying under the same roof with my sis, parents' marriage wasn't exactly stable (I can remember that), I only saw my sis during the weekends.

Not till primary school when I couldn't really think of much too, for the very simple reason that she's only 3 years old then. Soon after a year into primary school, I transferred to another school and hadn't seen my sis much, ever since then. Stayed with granny five out of seven days a week, sometimes I dread going back to my own home because the home isn't a home to be, mom and dad quarreled almost every now and then. I wanted to catch my power rangers on TV and make sure my sis slept during the afternoons after class. But for the matter of fact, till today, I've always believed we're the worst hit casualties of a marriage that'd about to fall apart.

'the picture on top is my sis, and me, below.

'when I was 7, sis was 3 then.

At the beach, I remembered finding a really beautiful seashell underneath my feet on the sand.

From then we lead our own individual lives. As kids we never really cared about anything else besides wanting to explore the computer (I touched my first computer when I was 12!), watch TV, obsessed with my sweets in shiny plastic wrappers, and never thought of anything except dreading waking up at 6.30am and needing to change into school uniform on a Monday morning.

In primary school I'm concerned about excelling academically, then I took part in calligraphy competitions, soccer tournaments and track & field. All I knew was my sis was also in primary school, but I didn't bother myself with what she was doing then. When secondary school came I began seeing my sis lesser over the weekends, because the adults above us fought and nothing could be salvaged then. It all finally came to a conclusion at 15, sis was still in primary school then. The court decided each parent should bear the custody of one of us, which meant sis to mom and me to dad.

Still, it didn't occur to me that both my sis and me were losing our childhood together. I remembered I had an acute appendicitis at 13, hospitalized for 2 weeks then. I wasn't even sure if my sis knew about it. See, all I could write was about myself. If only I was there to listen to her stories after school, if only I can help her with her homework then, if only I can take time away from myself and give it to her. Things would have been different, it would have been better.

'taken in 2007.

Till date I've come to realize so much, the photo in 2007 was the next photo we've ever taken together, twelve years since we've grown thus far. I ask myself, what happened to the years in between, all I could come up were little chats over MSN in the much later years, when we both were masters in technology in such fields. Even so, it will never, ever replace what we've lost. And I'm sure, it never did.

'2008

In 2009 I was done with my national service and headed for Vet school in Australia. That's our story, our childhood.

I had a dream about my sis last night. I dreamt we were both studying in the same school, in a university - something that has never happened. I had similar dreams before, and it always goes back to the same story.

I mentioned no one can take your childhood memories away, and for that, it'll always be true that I never had a chance to see my own sis through any part of her education. I feel sorry for myself, for not standing up for her when I could have done so.

woke up every morning, and realized life's never the same again. if only all these weren't true.

Chapter 8.2 - Life, like a cup of coffee

"The happiest people,

don't have the best of everything,

they just,

make the best of everything

Live simply,

Speak kindly,

Care deeply,

Love generously."

We all know the stresses of exams, all the what ifs, the uncertainties.

Pretty much detest it when I can't sleep as whenever I wish to,

not even when I'm exhausted.

Came across this video while having a break from studying (yes, youtube!),

thought I'd share it with the ones who still reads my blog.

Watched the 'Last lecture by the late Dr. Randy Pausch ( -2008), I've already read his book,

an amazing guy who really deserves the deepest respect. In other part of his

talk on Ophra Winfrey's show, his last few sentences were:

"Why I gave the talk,

only for 3 people,

and when they are older, they will watch it."

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Chapter 8.1 - Safari ya Afrika

Happy Birthday to Google =)

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I remembered the last time I typed 'Africa' in that manner ('Afrika') was in 2008 when I had a FB post (or photo album?) on my service training in South Africa. The night's concert at Wesley Church brought back many memories as I sat on the second deck with Alex, allowing the brilliant voices of the choir to engulf me. Lasting approximately 2 hours into the evening, it certainly brightens up a gloomy and rainy night.

The architecture of the church amazes me and surely it was one of the churches in the olden days preserved and occupied up to date. First saturday of the study break, perfect way to spend the evening, away from books and the computer.

Afrika!

First time into a church of this brilliance.

First time to a refreshing concert like this in Perth.

Joel as the Tenor.

the choir embracing themselves in the Zulu language...

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As we march into the finals, I'm happy, that I'm about to cross the first of the many hurdles of this marathon. Many thoughts from this semester, only one conclusion.

"Believe, is what you really need to walk out of any jungle."

I will, go the distance.

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food for thought.

[ if tomorrow never comes,

what would you want your last impression in the memories of people to be? ]

Food for thought. surely it affects how you'd behave, thinking twice before acting, and last but most importantly, how you'd treat others.

*random thought...