And so, we have ...

... one of the first doctors from 5S1 '2005! :-) I'm not sure if someone else have graduated from Medicine yet (please forgive me if I forgot anyone), but anyways, CONGRATULATIONS, DR. TIM!!! You'll make a fine doctor. :-)

A doctor has a special call He or she must minister to all The hypocratic oath he makes To do no harm to those he takes His studies does not end there New methods come up everywhere Much time is put in every day To meet the demands that come his way To be a friend to all is no small task In all he does, he must come last It is complete dedication to his duty Responsibility to his patients asked Late hours, long days are his plight Compasion and love are his life To God he answers for decisions Based on knowledge and considerations Author :  Marguerite the Little Flower

Xing Ji!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

(I nearly forgot! But then I remembered!)

Have a good one. ;-)

Zombie

I'm a little tipsy. As I sit at my com waiting for my friend and temporary roommate to return, I ponder upon what I should write. As you can tell, I'm not really fucking drunk, because I can still type in sentences which largely retain proper grammar, syntax and spelling, but I am slightly off because I do not bother to censor myself in terms of profanity.

Maybe this isn't such a good idea after all. Like, I could tell you about my night, which has been interesting enough, what with meeting a former Jehovah Witness who has since turned atheist and hearing his hilarious retelling of the bible; but some things are better said in person.

I could tell you about how I'm turning 23 in 2 weeks' time, how I can't believe I've managed to survive so long on this earth, except I don't remember a quarter of what I did during the first half of my existence, so I guess I didn't really live 23 years after all, but merely avoided death.

Uhm...I remember a time when I was younger, when I would just write posts about feelings which I felt without the need to ensure that what I wrote made sense, or appeared to make sense, merely that they spoke. And maybe I still write that way, but sometimes some days I miss the time when I wrote for an audience, a specific audience, an audience which I could mock: I miss writing high school essays.

Many people think that I'm an emo drunk. I'm not really; I write deeper when I'm under the influence no doubt, but I talk happier, it's true.

A part of me looks through the unpublished posts on this blog, and I wonder, will they ever be finished?

Did you know?

That Feb 22 is Founders' Day? It is the Birthday of Lord Baden-Powell, founder of the international Scout's movement. But here's the kicker: it's also the birthday of his wife, Olave St Claire Soames, who later became the Chief Guide of Britain.

What most people don't realize however, is that 24 years ago on this very day, a little girl was born in the small South East Asian Nation of Malaysia, who would 24 years later, come to change the very world in which we live in, simply by her very existence. True Story.

So for all the Scouts and Guides celebrating Founders' Day today, you are also celebrating the birthday of one frighteningly unique individual. Yes, she is special. There's only one of her after all.

P.S. Happy Birthday Yingxu!

Just dropping by to say ...

... I miss you guys! :)

Dreamt about class (yes, again). Which is concrete proof that I really miss you guys. *sniff*

Take care, everyone!