Oh, and anw, thought i shld do my part for publicity:
It's that time of the year, im going into isolation again.
I could have chosen to study with friends outside, but being me, i know i'd be distracted by the slightest things because my texts are so wordy, any and everything else becomes more interesting in comparison. sorry, shan:((
Attention-deficit, they call it. Im just short of the hyperactive-impulsive part and six months of syndroming before i can get diagnosed. hahaha, and now im making myself sound like i am looking forward to being diagnosed.
At this point, im regretting that i haven't been smart enough, haven't worked hard enough (in compensation for my lack of wisdom) and haven't been clear-headed enough to think about what i wanted for myself back then.
And now i see myself studying hard about autistic children, adhd children, paediatric cancers, infant prematurity & FTT and craniofacial anomalies in children, for the mere purpose of trying to be better than everybody else just so i can beat the damned curve and get As on my results slip. I mean, just how many of them are really into what they're cramming abt? I say, do away with the exams, its corrupting ur minds.
I want to do more for these children, do smthg good in this field - but probably too late, coz no one wld give a hoot abt the one with the B-'s when the other fella has got A+s instead.
Omgosh, just when i thought things cldn't get any weirder:p Check this out. Labels: intimate protection
This brings back fond memories of the time i met up with THE clique for x'mas 2005, where the theme was (very ambiguously) 'SEXY'. (No prizes for guessing who came up with the brilliant idea) So, just for kicks, I bought a groin guard - complete with padlock - for gift exchange, and received an Anna Sui perfume in return:D
Needless to say, we no longer have themes for our subsequent xmas gatherings.
For a verrrry good reason.
PS: Shao, i hope u're laughing at this!!
Just caught a travelogue on tv, which featured Northern Hungary this week. AND BOY WAS I AMAZED. Cldn't find the original chi video, but the HK one works just as fine - if u dont mind reading the Chi subtitles, that is. Just in case anyone wants to know, 3 places were featured in the vid - Budapest, Aggtelek caves and the Miskolctapolca cave baths. ( ooh, don't u love caves now:p) But u've probably got to focus on the BIG PICTURE though; the booby showhost and her half-nakid Hungarian travel guide aren't the main attractions of this show! Labels: travel - Northern Hungary
I BADLY WANNA GO NORTHERN HUNGARY!!!
Was trudging down the quiet, lonely walkway home, when One Republic's Apologize came on in my zen neeon. Really adore Ryan Tedder for his voice; though he sounds alot like Adam Levine of Maroon 5, there's just something about his voice that makes me want to cry everytime i hear this song. I love that anguish in the song, which is not unlike some tragic romance that's made of love, lust and betrayal. (mental note to self: must watch 'The Other Boleyn Girl') Labels: Sounds and Sights
Then comes the best part of the song:
Received this mailer in my inbox, and i couldnt stop smiling:)
A week on, i guess i've moved on from that uber scary encounter with the special needs boy on the train. But really. Like what i told my friends, it wasn't that the boy tried to plunge a knife into my guts or whatever (though i must admit i totally freaked out from the pt he tried to drag me out of the train), and i knew that ultimately, he meant me no harm. The reason I was so badly shaken for the entire day was because all the passengers arnd us witnessed what happened, and yet none of them did anything to help! Or even asked if i needed help, for that matter.
BUT.
The worst had to be this:
Two of the mrt staff were patrolling in the train around where we were, and one of them even acknowledged the boy, and was therefore - i assume - aware that the boy was harassing a Caucasian tourist. (coz basically, the boy had his hand on the Caucasian's thigh the whole time...if u know what i mean) Before i got off the train i alerted the other mrt staff who was standing close by, evidently enjoying his conversation on his silver mobile phone too much to notice the distress that the boy was causing the passengers. Not like i can't tell between a mobile phone n a walkie-talkie, mind you. And guess what he told me?
"Oh, he's a REGULAR on our trains, we know about him. Sorry if he has disturbed you, miss."
THE CHEEK OF THAT BLOODY SLACKER! If he had known abt that boy, why didnt he keep a closer watch on him? And more importantly, why didnt he come over to help when he heard me shouting at the boy?? What, did his sweet, sweet private conversation prove too much of a distraction for him to notice what was happening right in front of him? I was so hoping so much that after i alerted him he wld at least take action, like distract him so he wont disturb others, whatever... But when i turned arnd, all i saw was him picking up his phone again to continue his lovely conversation which i had unfortunately disrupted earlier on. So what happened to the 'world-class transport system' we were supposed to expect?
I know it seems like im overreacting to just a 'slight slip of attention' by the mrt staff, but believe me you, i would NEVER wish for any other girl to feel the same immense sense of helplessness that i felt. It's bad enough that i cannot depend on my fellow passengers to save me in times of need because it's a natural phenomenon - the notorious psychological 'bystander effect' - to wait for others to help when one sees sb in trouble in public places.. But if i cannot even depend on the mrt staff to keep me safe while on public transport when it is their job to do so, i really don't know who can.
All i can say is that im thankful enough not to have met a pervert on the train instead.