What's this?
I can taste the saltiness of the beads,
That runs down my face.
Uncertainty devours from within
To face the puppet-strung sun
Of which its brightness
Fluctuates,
Like the tide
Wash away the saltiness, please?
"For a moment, No."
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Friday, September 22, 2006
The day UEM called
I've just finished bathing when I saw a missed call.
"UEM"
Eh?
Oh. Scholarship.
Called back but no one answered -dang!
In the middle of dinner, the phone rang and there it was, again - "UEM"
The scholarship has been offered to yours truly and I was supposed to confirm at the very moment. Yeah, as if fickle-minded ol' Sim Mei would make a big decision like that in an instant.
So, managed to defer the decision to today.
Called papa-o and mummy-o and guess what they said?
After a whole lot of other things; "Up to you."
Ah, but papa knows her daughter very well, so he basically knows that she will think a lot, so he thought for her instead.
The thing is, I would have to be bonded to them for 4 years, on top of the compulsory 4 years government service (1 year housemanship + 3 yrs service)
So if I were to accept and to decide to switch fields, I'd be a ripe old age of 32.
On the plus side, it would be an opportunity to learn from one of the main, if not the biggest pharmaceutical group.
And I would have a job secured for me after the compulsory service.
And oh, did I ever mention that I was actually contemplating a teeny weeny bit about switching to medic?
But that's beside the point and another story altogether. I've been blessed with what I'm doing right now and I'll make the most out of it. I will.
I've had a chat with my mentor and I think I have a better view on things.
But ultimately, the decision is mine, mine all the way.
Let's see how it goes, shall we?
"UEM"
Eh?
Oh. Scholarship.
Called back but no one answered -dang!
In the middle of dinner, the phone rang and there it was, again - "UEM"
The scholarship has been offered to yours truly and I was supposed to confirm at the very moment. Yeah, as if fickle-minded ol' Sim Mei would make a big decision like that in an instant.
So, managed to defer the decision to today.
Called papa-o and mummy-o and guess what they said?
After a whole lot of other things; "Up to you."
Ah, but papa knows her daughter very well, so he basically knows that she will think a lot, so he thought for her instead.
The thing is, I would have to be bonded to them for 4 years, on top of the compulsory 4 years government service (1 year housemanship + 3 yrs service)
So if I were to accept and to decide to switch fields, I'd be a ripe old age of 32.
On the plus side, it would be an opportunity to learn from one of the main, if not the biggest pharmaceutical group.
And I would have a job secured for me after the compulsory service.
And oh, did I ever mention that I was actually contemplating a teeny weeny bit about switching to medic?
But that's beside the point and another story altogether. I've been blessed with what I'm doing right now and I'll make the most out of it. I will.
I've had a chat with my mentor and I think I have a better view on things.
But ultimately, the decision is mine, mine all the way.
Let's see how it goes, shall we?
Thursday, September 21, 2006
When banners and papers went a-flying
It's election day today, a day when every single student of UM and other Universities too, it seems,( thanks to thestar.com.my), exercise their right to vote.
It was pretty darn exciting in my humble opinion. Maybe it's the fact that I get to vote, for the very first time in my life, just like how I've seen my parents vote, when elections swung by, seeing people in uniforms around the hall (blue, in this case) to take care of order-yeah,order in an empty dining hall- and having people crossing your name out with a red pen when you hand them your card.
The thrill of walking towards the silvery,covered compartments with pen attached, with a secret to keep, a secret that will be translated onto colourful pieces of paper, to be crossed and casted into ballot boxes as part of one huge, multi-tone voice.
I have to say though, that the days leading to it was fairly quiet, especially in my college- the college of "polite" and "nerdy" mostly medical fac's students. Nonetheless, the feel, albeit soft, was there, some of the candidates came over during dinner time (how smart are they, to catch hold of people when they're eating) to campaign in their coats and their flyers and their konco-konco (right hand men).
"How are you?, My name is... "
"Ni hao? Wo shi.."
"Enjoying your food? heh heh."
Seeing their sweaty faces, the least people could do was to stop eating and pay attention to them and to take the effort to read their manifestos. I mean, I'm sure it took guts to approach total strangers, whats more, to ask them to vote for you, so for that, they reserve respect. It's just plain rude to pretend they don't exist and treating their flyers of which they've distributed without any lack of effort as undigested waste material, excreted from the other opening other than the mouth.
It wouldn't hurt to show some support. An ear, an eye, even if your minds don't share the same inkling.
Of course, I've got a free keychain in the process too.
And with elections, there are politics. Pro-government, not so pro-government.
Sad to say, I don't much about either. I didn't get to join any ceramah of any kind, nor talks, nor get a hold of what they are actually fighting for. The only gist I have, carried by a little birdie, is that the government gave you a University building, gave you a place in the University and thus, you're obliged to 'X' near where you think you should.
Another birdie came by and said that you might get kicked out of the college if you don't vote like you, again, should.
Now, should you?
If I don't know any better, I would say that I sound just like a radical.
That's for me to know, and for you to find out.
I'm still waiting for my varsity life to start.
I so don't feel like a University student yet.
It was pretty darn exciting in my humble opinion. Maybe it's the fact that I get to vote, for the very first time in my life, just like how I've seen my parents vote, when elections swung by, seeing people in uniforms around the hall (blue, in this case) to take care of order-yeah,order in an empty dining hall- and having people crossing your name out with a red pen when you hand them your card.
The thrill of walking towards the silvery,covered compartments with pen attached, with a secret to keep, a secret that will be translated onto colourful pieces of paper, to be crossed and casted into ballot boxes as part of one huge, multi-tone voice.
I have to say though, that the days leading to it was fairly quiet, especially in my college- the college of "polite" and "nerdy" mostly medical fac's students. Nonetheless, the feel, albeit soft, was there, some of the candidates came over during dinner time (how smart are they, to catch hold of people when they're eating) to campaign in their coats and their flyers and their konco-konco (right hand men).
"How are you?, My name is... "
"Ni hao? Wo shi.."
"Enjoying your food? heh heh."
Seeing their sweaty faces, the least people could do was to stop eating and pay attention to them and to take the effort to read their manifestos. I mean, I'm sure it took guts to approach total strangers, whats more, to ask them to vote for you, so for that, they reserve respect. It's just plain rude to pretend they don't exist and treating their flyers of which they've distributed without any lack of effort as undigested waste material, excreted from the other opening other than the mouth.
It wouldn't hurt to show some support. An ear, an eye, even if your minds don't share the same inkling.
Of course, I've got a free keychain in the process too.
And with elections, there are politics. Pro-government, not so pro-government.
Sad to say, I don't much about either. I didn't get to join any ceramah of any kind, nor talks, nor get a hold of what they are actually fighting for. The only gist I have, carried by a little birdie, is that the government gave you a University building, gave you a place in the University and thus, you're obliged to 'X' near where you think you should.
Another birdie came by and said that you might get kicked out of the college if you don't vote like you, again, should.
Now, should you?
If I don't know any better, I would say that I sound just like a radical.
That's for me to know, and for you to find out.
I'm still waiting for my varsity life to start.
I so don't feel like a University student yet.
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Wah, bangga.
There was a stack of papers on my class rep's table, 'NOTITIA' it read.
Why Pharmacy? Hmm. Why so very the familiar?
My Name.
It was embarassing and exciting at the same time. An article, by me! My name splashed onto the
Now the only thing left to do is to figure out how to distribute these self photostated Notitias' to the whole of UM. heh heh.
Or even to you. Just drop me your address, I'll gladly send you a copy.
With charges applied of course.
Friday, September 08, 2006
For you.
Tsk tsk..sim mei..been neglecting !
How do you say goodbye to a friend who has been part of your life for as long as you could remember?
How do you bid farewell to a classmate of 6 years in primary school, occasional classmates but primarily schoolmates for 5 years of high school and classmates for 2 years of pre-U;
A total of 13 years?
How do you say adieu to a buddy, gossip kaki and lepak mate who's always been so nearby that you can go kacau all the time, well, not all the time, but still.
I don't know how.
But I do know that you've been waiting for this opportunity for the longest time.
I know that this noble journey will bring you towards immeasurable happiness and satisfaction.
And I know for sure that you will achieve all the success in the world and bring to reality the very dream that you're harbouring in your heart.
And that the goodness that is in you will radiate through what you do and what you are.
You've always been someone that I can have conversations with, about life, opinions and principles; someone who I feel (though you might feel differently, but what-ever, lol ) shares my views in most things. Note : Most.
But of course, life would be boring without someone to bicker with.
And we do bicker and fight - you're one helluva superb debate team mate- but it never did get in the way of our friendship, and for that I'm grateful.
We had lots of laughs didn't we?
Lots of good memories to share; intersecting, union sets and subsets of.
And with the powers of technology, loads of stories more to talk about.
So Li Wei, I bid you a safe journey, and that the road that you are on, be filled with pretty, Chanel No. 5- smelling roses.
Have a good time over there, take real good care of yourself, for I'm expecting you to be back in one whole piece! -preferably in a fatter piece- *evil laugh*
Ciao, buddy!
We're so gonna miss our loudspeaker.
How do you say goodbye to a friend who has been part of your life for as long as you could remember?
How do you bid farewell to a classmate of 6 years in primary school, occasional classmates but primarily schoolmates for 5 years of high school and classmates for 2 years of pre-U;
A total of 13 years?
How do you say adieu to a buddy, gossip kaki and lepak mate who's always been so nearby that you can go kacau all the time, well, not all the time, but still.
I don't know how.
But I do know that you've been waiting for this opportunity for the longest time.
I know that this noble journey will bring you towards immeasurable happiness and satisfaction.
And I know for sure that you will achieve all the success in the world and bring to reality the very dream that you're harbouring in your heart.
And that the goodness that is in you will radiate through what you do and what you are.
You've always been someone that I can have conversations with, about life, opinions and principles; someone who I feel (though you might feel differently, but what-ever, lol ) shares my views in most things. Note : Most.
But of course, life would be boring without someone to bicker with.
And we do bicker and fight - you're one helluva superb debate team mate- but it never did get in the way of our friendship, and for that I'm grateful.
We had lots of laughs didn't we?
Lots of good memories to share; intersecting, union sets and subsets of.
And with the powers of technology, loads of stories more to talk about.
So Li Wei, I bid you a safe journey, and that the road that you are on, be filled with pretty, Chanel No. 5- smelling roses.
Have a good time over there, take real good care of yourself, for I'm expecting you to be back in one whole piece! -preferably in a fatter piece- *evil laugh*
Ciao, buddy!
We're so gonna miss our loudspeaker.
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