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Thursday, May 13, 2010

Ouch. Hear my wince as I type this.

SPAs are finally over - and I learnt that SPA requires Blood Payments!

Was taking Chemistry SPA today - halfway through, I suddenly felt a pain in my right hand. To locate the source of this pain, look at your right hand, at the part between your thumb and forefinger. THERE.

I looked at it once. It looked like there was a streak of red. I looked at it twice. It looks like the streak of red was becoming redder. I look at it thrice. Hmm...looks like a wound.

I was pressing hard at the distilled water bottle then - I looked at the distilled water bottle. There was a speck of red on it. I touched the streak of red. It came off.

Then I needed to wash all my glassware for preparation of my next experiment. So the hand went under water. OUCH. okay now I feel the pain.

I wondered where I got the huge cut from. Hmm...must be from just now when I dropped the glass rod? It must have cut my hand as it went down to the floor. Then again, that glass rod didn't break at all, so maybe I didn't get cut because of the glass rod. Hmmmmmm.

Next, I thought to myself: should stop my practical now and ask Mr Sean Tan for a plaster from the First Aid Kit? Then I thought again: This is SPA, time is tight and I really don't want to redo SPA. So I held on to my hand tightly. And continued the SPA.

I wrote the last few lines with blood (okay I'm exaggerating) but when the SPA ended, I realised (to my gladness) that most of the bleeding had stopped. Whee...Now I'm left with a sore right hand. GAH.

So people, my SPA has concluded with me making a blood payment.

Anyway, I was late for H3 which was immediately after SPA too...Pharmacokinetics and Pharmacodynamics sound very interesting!! But it's a PURE MUG topic. ohnos. I can emphatise with the Bio people though. Poor them. H3 + Bio...

Argh. Shall not blabber too long on Blogger. Till next time folks!

~6:10 pm

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Friday, May 07, 2010

Just came back from Great Granma's funeral cum cremation service...held at Sin Ming Funeral Parlour + Mandai Crematorium.

Seeing someone off is just so hard, even though it's true that I didn't exactly interact alot with her. Granma was sobbing so heavily that my uncle had to support her, for fear that she would collapse.

I guess that's just how relationships are. We're just susceptible to them. Especially if we think the world of the dead in question.

So with that, I'm officially in mourning, as the daughter of the daughter of the daughter of my great granma. Rest in peace.

I seem to remember I once wrote a poem about the serenity of the last walk? hmm...anyway, here's another:

Serenity of the Last Walk
Everyone was born equal
Perhaps some more equal than others
But we all end up the same
Regardless of the paths we all take

Hardened by the hardships we face
Enthused by the enthusiasm we feel
Awakened by the get ups in life
Saddened by the all lows

The serenity of the last walk is such
When the monks pray and chant
We all bow our heads
Hearing the sound of her walk pass

In the 'kok kok kok' sounds of the beat
We hear the low murmur of voices
Everyone's quiet for once
United by joss sticks and prayer

Finally it's over
Everyone turns away, not seeing, not feeling
As the casket is brought forth into the van
Go in peace.

Follow the van we all chant
Walking in pace
With Gran uncle pushing
And us following

It's the serenity of the last walk
That matters in this event
For we bring neither gold nor silver
And leave with naught but a chest

It's wheeled in and we're behind glass
Looking ahead through that glass
What lies beyond is just unknown
As you pass through the door

Fire starts up and we silently sob
In hearts in souls all as one
In the silence a single wail prevails
It's over it's done

We move on beyond those ebony doors
That seem so strong
Against us all
Who blow away against the wind

The undertaker gives us a smile
Comforting but silent
Then booms out in the loud voice
Don't wail don't cry she's in the better place now

With that the floodgates opened wide
For the weak hearted direct kins
As for the rest, we stand
Helpless and wishing that we'd never have to go through it

Nonetheless, serenity has spoken
It's the last walk
The last step
We all must take

Regardless of race or religion
We all have to take the step
To cross over to excel
In the greater land beyond

But before that we hope
There'd be people to cheer us on

~8:31 pm

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About me:

Rita
a.k.a. Pearlz, BuBu, Dugong
Twenty Three!
(as of egg day : 25/10/92)
River Valley High School
Fairfield Methodist Primary School
0.5 Bizarrian & 3/4 Emo-ian & 5/6 Ding-Dong-ian
NUS Chemical Engineer
NUS Industrial Engineer
RVGG - Mynah - Oriole
Venture Scout - Science Society
NUS Students' Community Service Club
Part-time tutor

Descriptives:
1. One crazy ENTJ gal who loves milo with anything and can't live a day w/o it
2. Adores Chemistry
3. Loves Yellow, White, Blue and lately, a little orange
4. Loves writing poems, reading and blogging
5. Can be an entertainer or a hardcore studious girl at will
6. Crazy about sports & the outdoors
7. LOVES BEARS! whoots!
8. Quote to live by: Enjoy what each day will bring,you must ask to know,listen to grow,and let your imagination sing! [adapted, Caz's Rules]

**The top specialist in the Department of Rita-rdeds in the Mental Health Institute :D**

[[ The Wishlist ]]

New book!
get crazy...
Good Results
No tutorials!
Have loads of sleep
New clothes(from head to toe)

*Keeping A Smile On My Face :D*