BETTER LATE THAN NEVER (New Year Reso)

1. Not to take my close friends for granted
2. In any relationships, communicate, communicate, communicate.
3. Pick up French where I left off
4. Get more sleep
5. Never tan without any sunblock on, especially so between 12 to 2 pm.
6. Give tennis another chance.
7. Either that, or try something new, such as golf or choir.
8. Focus more during work. (this is gonna be tough …)
9. Call Mom and Dad at least twice a week (hmm ….)
10. Maybe I should spend a weekend or two getting in touch with Nature (besides watching NGC and Discovery channel of course). You know, like trekking or mountain climbing …
11. Smoke less (?)
12. Wear less contact lenses (I should start going to gym in my glasses)
13. Drink more water
14. Save more money, and maybe invest a bit more.
15. Travel and see more of the world
16. Take more photos
17. Write more journal entries
18. Worry less and do more
19. Procrastinate less (this is gonna be even tougher)

my salvation

Ever since I came down with a Strep Throat on Tuesday;

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DEFINITION:
Strep throat ? With strep throat and other forms of bacterial pharyngitis, sore throat can be accompanied by any of the following symptoms: fever, pain when swallowing, a generally sick feeling (malaise), headache, redness and swelling in the throat, a coating on the tonsils or tongue, and swollen, tender lymph nodes (swollen glands) in the front of the neck. Children also can have nausea, vomiting and abdominal pain.
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I have not been able to get much sleep, and I've been eating half my usual servings too. I also stopped my daily protein and other wat-nots supplements. As such, I have lost almost 2kg by today.

The worst, however, is that constant throbbing excruciating pain that permeates from my throat and spreads through my entire jaw and skull. And when I swallow, be it my food or water or even just my saliva, it feels like I'm swallowing broken pieces of glass. And it doesn't even feel like the anti-inflammatories and antibiotics are helping at all ...

So 3 days later, after polishing through an entire packet of Panadol Extra and the whole prescription of Ponstan(R) (aka mefenamic acid)I was desperate for something that gives me a more constant and effective sedation. Luckily for me, I've found Zolterol (aka diclofenac sodium). It's this new class of painkillers that reduces pain through a multi-faceted mechanism and best of all, its sustained release and lasts for 24 hours!!!

I'm in heaven ...

missing sydney

Lately, i realise i've been longing for those days that I spent in Sydney.
Perhaps, those times were associated with youthful innocence and wilful ignorance.
It was a time where I knew less, yearned for less but happier maybe. I had many 'firsts' over there. My first handphone, my first alcoholic drink (i think it was a QUICKFUCK), my first sex, first bf, first hit at pot, e and fag, first rave party, first gay party, first time falling in love with the beach and cafe culture, first freedom, first skiing and snowboarding, ...

Perhaps, with the recent influx of all the Ozzie students coming back for the summer holidays, and they brought with them stories of that land downunder, those emotions are once again stirred up. I miss so many of the people there, and those fun times that we have spent together. I loathed the place when I first arrived, and slowly I grew to appreciate the lifestyle it gave me ...

Above all, I miss the dog which my sis used to keep there.
We called it Whiskey, cos it looked drunk with its tongue perpetually sticking out from the side ... We gave it to a fren when we left Sydney and I very much want to visit it again when I go over in March, but they are all the way in Wollongong, which is like 2-3 hours away from Sydney. Sigh... see how lah

before sunset

"When you're young, you believe there'll be many people you can connect with.
You get older, you know it'll only happen a few times."

memories from a bygone era ...

"so this is it, the last sleepover.
it is the end of a chapter,
but its only the beginning of a book.
i am supposed to feel a bit sad right now,
but i dont (alright, alright, a bit maybe).
people keep asking me how do i feel,
it seems the only right thing
for me to feel is despair...
i want to describe what's going on in my head,
but i cant ...
open the curtain this morning,
all i can see is this big bright blue sky,
not even a drop of cloud in sight.
there is so many future out there
and there are so many things we need to explore ...
to cut it short, good luck to you
and i hope in the future when i am on my way
to god-knows-where,
i will see you again.

love, DC."

Carrie speaks the truth

"Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives? Perhaps if we never veered off course, we wouldn't fall in love, or have babies, or be who we are. After all, seasons change. So do cities. People come into your life and people go. But it's comforting to know the ones you love are always in your heart. And if you're very lucky, a plane ride away"

"In response to the horrifying disaster happened on Dec 26 and the massive relief work as a result, we, a group of professional and amateur artistes of Cantonese opera have quickly organised a charity show on Jan 18 (Tue) at Kreta Ayer Theatre, Chinatown to raise funds for Red Cross.

We aim to raise S$50,000 or more. All expenses are either waived or covered by sponsors. 100% of giving will go to the cause.

Ticket sales has started at $50 and $30@. Program is indicated in the poster attached: 3 excerpts and 3 songs, among which we are lucky and honored to have the reputable artiste from China Mr Pang Zhi Quan who has agreed to donate his talent to sing and make an appeal that evening. "



PSST, a certain Mr Wan will be performing in the "Purple Phoenix Chambers".
Don't say I never tell you ....

morning musings

A new year may have arrived,
but the struggles still continue ...
the road ahead still looks bleak,
but despite all these,
I still want to have hope.

For what is a man if he does not have them?