Fixed #3

She smiled quietly as she recalled the past few moments which succeeded in making her heart jump. A month back, as she left her part-time job to resume her May semester, Mr Supervisor had quit his job to Australia. They had exchanged phone numbers. Since then Mr Supervisor had been calling her untiringly almost every night. Wo ai ni.. ai zhe ni.. jiu xiang lao shu... She turned to her handphone. Mr Supervisor! Thrilled. Quickly she rushed to her handphone, leaving her study notes sprawled accross her bed. "Call". There was no indication of the caller. An outstation call? Mr Supervisor! It's just gotta be you!

"Hello?" I missed you! She almost squealed with delight.
"Hi hi... it's me! Wow.. you sure sound excited." A deep, sexy, gay voice from the other side of the line.
The frequency wave of the voice was beyond her comprehension. It was a call from the States. Jack? It can't be.. but...Sigh... "Oh, it's you. Ermm.. wat's up?" The excitement in her voice died off.
"What's wrong with you? Er.. you sound.. i mean.. u sound different.."
"Oh, nothing much. Wat's up?" Don't ask.. you dun wana know it.
"Just another night-checking call." Giggled. "How's everything been? Anyone stole your heart away from me lately?"

Cute. But u sure u really want to know? "Jumbled up." Yup.. that's the truth. At least i'm not tryin to hide anything from my other half. Other half? Gosh.. Mr. Supervisor is already quietly knocking on my door.. and.. what abt J?

"Oh? Then you really need to sit down n start restructuring your days." Jack smiled. She's still a little girl..

She hardened her grip on the handphone. No! Darn! You never get it! She almost slammed her head against her handphone. "Oh? I'll try that." Dull. "You know wat? You've been away."

"Away too long." Don't be too long...i hope. I still want you.

Straying...

The week is finali over (not reali yet tho', but i'm glad tat Friday has managed to make its way thru anyhow). I didn't know how i survived it.. but i did it. (oh yes! Yes!! yes! yes! yes! yes! *clasping my hands held close to my heart*.. *squealing with joy* OH YES! )

it has been a week of forcing my palpebral fissure open (poor palpebral muscles) at 7am (or earlier) and allowing it to "now, go rest!" at 2am (or later in the mornin). 5 hours (or less) to rest? Endurance test? geee.. let's just put tat to rest.. not to mention about the non-sleeping hours during the day.

I was on rotation to work in the Small Animal Ward, where i got to handle cute puppies, naughty dogs, gentle kitty tat suddenly says, 'Don't forget tat i've got fangs!!". All in all.. bz bz bz yet... i duno.. is it fun? :p but surely i learned a lot.. n i love it (not the timetable).

4 days in a row, my mind could never run straight. Who could? when their everyday scarce, dear, cherished, reaching-the-peak sweet dreams are always interrupted by the alarm clock in morning?! Not me. I proved myself a big no-no.

During the classes in the morning, i usually try hard to concentrate on wat the lecturers' been prepared to install into our mind. But these 4 days, my mind was somehow switches off frequently. Dr F was lecturing with those knowledgable eyes.. and my eyes went to his tie. Is tat tie askewed? Is it too short? Hmmm... the hair... Hmm.. the shirt.. buttons.. Hmm.. do the colours match? Hmm.. My eyes glimpsed on the projector. How old is this? Is there any bulb inside? Hmm.. nice black colour. From the back of my mind i heard the trailing voice, "conformation is important..... cow hock.... gait... prone to injury...."

I shook my head. Crazy! I wasn't listening!
Next session. "Coronavirus.... you don' want to... Leptospira... (the class laughed)..." Tat hair? Is it better if.. how does it look if... Hmm.. her eyes... "I only eat ... once a year..." Hmm.. the laugh... oooh.. tat shirt.. is it new?

It was sad n disappointing to realise tat i was drowning when the class was very much alive. I tried hard to concentrate.. jot notes.. kept writing to keep my concentration focused.. but once my eyes were off my notes... Hmmm... tat moustache.. tat hair? hmmm... Wouldnt it be nice if...

These mind-straying were truly not fun. Recalling on a friend's comment yesterday, "Don't imagine too much." Sigh.. if only I imagine ALL-RIGHT.

*ALL-RIGHT = at the right time, right place, right ppl, right words, for the right reason.

Where is The Love?

Where is The Love - Black Eyed Peas

What's wrong with the world, mama?
people livin' like they ain't got no mamas
I think the whole world's addicted to the drama
only attracted to the things that'll bring the trama
overseas yeah, we tryin' to stop terrorism
but we still got terrorists here livin'
in the U.S.A, the big C.I.A
the bloods & the crips, and the KKK
but if you only have love for your own ways
then you only leave space to discriminate
and to discriminate only generates hate
and when you hate, then you're bound to get irate
(yeah)
madness is what you demonstrate
and that's exactly how anger works and operates
man ya gotta have love, this'll set us straight
take control of your mind and meditate
let your soul gravitate, to the love ya'll

people killin', people dyin'
children hurt and ya hear them cryin'
can you practice what you preach,
and would you turn the other cheek
father, father, father, help us
send some guidance from above
'cause people got me, got me questionin:
where is the love?
(love)
where is the love?
(the love)
where is the love?
(the love)
where is the love?
(where is the love, the love, the love)

it just ain't the same
old ways have changed
new days are strange, is world insane?
if love and peace is so strong
why are there pieces of love that don't belong
nations droppin' bombs
chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones
with ongoin sufferin', as the youth die young
so ask yourself, is the lovin' really gone
so I can ask myself, really, what is going wrong
with this world that we livin' in
(livin' in)
people keep on givin in
(givin in)
makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends
(yeah)
not respectin' eachother, deny thy brother
a war is goin' on but the reason's undercover
the truth is kept secret, and swept under the rug
if you never know truth, then you never know love
where's the love ya'll? c'mon
(i don't know)
where's the truth ya'll? c'mon
(i don't know)
and where's the love ya'll?

people killin', people dyin'
children hurt and ya hear them cryin'
can you practice what you preach,
and would you turn the other cheek
father, father, father, help us
send some guidance from above
'cause people got me, got me questionin:
where is the love?
(love)
where is the love?
(the love)
where is the love?
(the love)
where is the love?
(where is the love, the love, the love)

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder
(shoulder)
as I'm getting older, ya'll people gets colder
(colder)
most of us only care about money makin'
(monnkey makin')
selfishness got us followin the wrong direction
(wrong direction)
wrong information always shown by the media
(media)
negative images is the main criteria
(criteria)
infecting the young minds faster than bacteria
(bacteria)
kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema
(cinema)

whatever happened to the values of humanity?
whatever happened to the fairness and equality
instead of spreading love we spreadin' animosity
lack of understandin' leading us away from unity
that's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin under
(under)
that's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin down
(down)
It's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin under
(under)
gotta keep my faith alive till love is found
(found)
people killin', people dyin'
children hurt and ya hear them cryin'
can you practice what you preach,
and would you turn the other cheek
father, father, father, help us
send some guidance from above

'cause people got me, got me questionin:
where is the love?
(love)
where is the love?
(the love)
where is the love?
(the love)
where is the love?
(where is the love, the love, the love)

* Black Eyed Peas*

Fixed #2

There were giggles from behind the shelves. Quickly Mr Supervisor directed towards the source of the sound, and there he found her... he smiled, glad.. oops.... and another colleague (?!), gently flipping and turning most bottles on the shelf while actively discussing the benefits of the products, with frequent absent-minded interruption of silly jokes.

He slowly neared them, cleared his throat..rrhmm.. rrrmmmm... mmm... !! seemed to take forever to clear his throat. Nvm, i'll join in the fun some other time. He paced by.. making sure tat his presence was never felt.

"Psst! He's here! hush.." She quickly got up, pretended to arrange the products on the shelf, while her colleague rushed to the other corner of the shop.

Nooo! They must have heard me! My unloyal throat mucus, thank you! He stopped his pace. He turned around towards her. Just briefly.. she wouldn't notice. And there she was.. the sweet, charming, ever-smiling lady was bluntly unnecessarily rearranging the items, moving from shelf to shelf very unsystematically. He smiled. Nervous huh..

Gee.. why is he looking at my direction still?! She wished hard that Mr Supervisor will leave her asap.. his presence was sending an chilly ambient to her..

"Watch out! Hey.. you almost dropped tat!" K suddenly appeared from no where to her rescue from having to compensate RM69.90 for a broken bottle.
"Gee.. thanks.."
"Psst.. y does he keep looking at you?" His question took her off-guard.
"Ha? wat? er.. he does? Perhaps he doesn't like my arrangements.."
"Of course.. neither will I." A hefty punch on his right meaty arms. "Ouch! Hey.. but i can never stand looking at someone like tat. unless.. uh huh uh huh.. u know wat.." He giggled his way out.

Darn! She rolled her fingers into a tight fist. K is still an old man trapped in a young, well-built physical. Her fingers relaxed. Sad, sad.. pathetic ol man.. but Y was Mr. Supervisor looking at me? He wants to tell me sth, perhaps? Ohhh yes.. tat must b it. She grinned. She fixed her eyes at Mr. Supervisor, with constant raising of both enquisitive eye brows, so constant tat they almost twitched at times, demanding for attention. Somehow, Mr. Supervisor did not catch her and continued pacing around the shelves. Lousy... she thought loudly.

"Arrgheemmm!" This is sure a loud one.. hehe.. You looking for me?

Mr. Supervisor immediately turned his head around, with such graceful motion and both eyes brows raised she could feel a breeze of cool air caressing her face. Concerned? Yet flashing the sweetest smile he's been keeping in store for such a long time. The look in his eyes quickly sent a thought into her...

2 lovers who were pulled apart by destiny, finali meet again in the railway station, with the train next to them, of course... metres apart from each other, with the scurrying passengers around them. As their eyes fixed onto one anothers, there goes the music, Loh Hong Ban.. (teng teng teng)... Loh Hong Lau (teng teng teng).. (now this becomes an audio+visual rap) they rushed immediately into each others' embrace... IN AN ULTRA SLOW MOTION MODE, of course. She chuckled. "Err... you looking for me?"

"Ha? er.. no.. er.. just wondering.. er.. you doin ok?" He wondered into her eyes, concerned.

"Oo Kaaay, no prob. of course not.." Her voice softened. Then why did you keep looking at me?! Awtar trick.

Time bomb

"Yeah.. u sure must be riding high.." erm ermm ghhhmmm..
"Hey! I heard you're doing good!" oh yea? u sure? where did u hear them from?
"Hehe.. i need not wish you any luck for i know u ain't need any of 'em.." then y did i asked u to wish me luck?

Kind words.. but they really drive me up the wall esp when i was in deep sh*t, and still, these "well-meant" words couldn't stop rolling in..as if, as if.. sigh.. anyway.. let's just hope that i wil not fall into any sh*t no more.

Been a few days since the last horrifying Monday (first day of final year!).. but i guess the horror is just starting to build up. Monday was not as scary as i expected, i even had enough time to finish a fav novel of mine! hehe.. but this morning.. we were BOOMed.. it's like a bombshell suddenly dropped onto my shoulder.. my auditory ossicles were giving me every possible warning tat a timer was attached along it.. the best thing is.. i'm sure this is just a "greeting" time bomb.. saying, "Hello.. nice to meet you" or "Welcome back".. gee.. more time bombs are looming ahead of me now.. i can sense them.

oh gosh oh gosh.. i just pray and wish n hope, that i'll be able to find the right wire n inactivate the b*mbs, before they explode.. one after another.. oh no no no..

Fixed.

As she walked slowly back to her hostel, the corner of her eyes caught glimpse of a familiar figure. Tall, stout, newly introduced to the obese group.. was her friend D playing basketball with faces who were unfamiliar to her eyes. She focused into the group of boys playing basketball, unwilling to believe that D was playing alone with strangers.

As though attracted by a magnetic wave, her eyes fell upon another familiar figure, her friend, J. J was mind-calculating what it's gonna take to net the ball, his posture and stance all set. Yet, he remained motionless for quite a long time. As she started to wonder why, she noticed that while J's body and limbs were all prepared to shoot the ball, his eyes were elsewhere... fixed unto hers. Hard. Charming. Insistent.

A wave of cool breeze suddenly swept upon her. She shuddered and her heart began thumping wild. Her eyes fixed unto J's.

"What do you think you are doing? Lost your senses? Will a pace-maker help?!" She sardonically inquired her heart. "Or better still, defibrillator?! !"

Infatuation, was the silent reply.
She smiled. Well... maybe.

Getting into the FINALzz.. alas.. but then??

The sun's heat is still intensely felt outside this comfy comlab of FPV. though i've got absolutely nothing to do in mind, I can't go back to my dear room yet.. cycling back at this weather will definitely scorch my melanin-filled skin. here, i'm waiting for something to happen ..

2 hours back, my PM (post mortem) groupmates and I were attentively cutting open 3 cats to look for their cause of death. The smell was horrendous indeed, but there was really nothing much to complain since this is already my fifth year in FPV. However my olfactory nerves read them, I must say that I'm starting to get used to the odour, despite the yucks tat sometimes crawl up my oesophagus and . . . ueeek.

We were greatly enlightened in today's PM practical by our Pathologist Dr. N. The fun-thrilled moment was in learning something very basic, which does not directly relate to pathology. For example.. what happens to the animal when you give him barbiturate? How should you administer them? Y the way? If not, what will happen?

We were happily introduced to veterinary forensic, by studying on the time of death, its factors.. and many more.. including an interesting case study involving 2 farmers with a dog skeleton. In short, which farmer did the dead dog belonged to? Hehe.. guess...

It has been an interesting 5-day PM prac indeed, having spent my time almost to the fullest..Coming to the end of the prac, my entire sensory nerves couldn't help but feel the eerie looming semester.. my 9th semester! oh gosh! my conference! project! thesis! rounds!! rotations!! exams! lectures! oh gosh..

How could I ever be prepared?? The imminent pressure is already felt, need no baroreceptor to sense it. Any kind of receptor will b able to see it in fact.

nervous? Anxious? Can't cheat anyone that i'm not.. but still..

I'll make the most out of myself.. for tat is all I have. I'll try.. i'll try.. n keep trying..

Welcome 9th sem.. welcome..

Back from VRI

yep yep yep.. i'm finali back from VRI (Vet Research Institute)! the 2-week "trip" there was reali beneficial indeed. We were divided into 3 main sections - serology, bacteriology and virology. Everything there seems to be so hi-tech and advanced (at least to my eyes), tat i often look at all the machineries with awe.

What's best was, my managed to revise my microbiology knowledge here, now i have a feeling within tat confirms, "I'm now definitely smarter than 2 years back, ahem." hopefully i'll remember all tat i learned here..

During day time, it's learning aka working time, and after 4.30pm, it's 100% play or tv time! Everyday we'll play pingpong without miss. Some of us even improved quite a lot on our pingpong skills! What a beneficial trip indeed. ehehe.. ;)

first day at Sero Lab..
The Robocop-like centrifuge
Beautiful VRI flowers
Shooting for Wawasan2020
BZ at work @ Bacte lab
Gua Kek Lok Tong - a wonderful tranquil place
At San Bao Tong
Sun rise at VRI..
VRI staffs happily warming up
Havin fun at RM1 K-OK
Gigantic Electron microscope
Deer farm@ infoternak, sg siput
Beautiful ipoh, partiali destroyed (look at the mountain!)
UV-light microscope
Gigantic factory.. wonder wat's it working on?
Heavenly Ipoh..
Muzium Darul Ridzuan..
Sayonara VRI..