Tuesday, December 20, 2005
mad doctor's journal
A friend of mine who's studying medicine decided to contribute a post here:Standing by the locker, he removed his jacket and shivered. The building was cold and the jacket was his only form of protection from that cold. Anyhow, it doesn’t matter; it’s his favourite time of the day again. Quickly, he replaced the jacket in his hand with a blood soak lab coat from the locker and put it on. It’s time to go into the room again.
Walking quickly, he headed to the room with the small black box swinging by his right pocket and a small bulge in his left. A clicking sound of metal crashing against each other could be heard with every step he takes. He smirked when he came upon that big white door to the room. He went in.
There were rows and rows of white bags lying on tables around the room. The whole room was white and smelled like somebody puked in it. Preserved specimens in bottles lay on shelves around the wall like a page from a mad scientist novel. Upon entering, he took the black box and placed it on a metal slab. Reaching into the other pocket, he produced a pair of white gloves and slips them upon his fingers. He then unzips one of the white big bags that were nearest to him. In it, was a body, at least what’s left of it.
Getting a scalpel from the box, he slowly incised upon the skin of the body’s hand. The skin opened like a zip being unzip whenever the sharp blade touches it. No blood would come out. They had been dried up by the chemicals way back. Like how a cook removes the fat from his meat, pieces of skin were slowly being peeled away and put into a bucket below the slap. It didn’t take long before what were left there were masses of red meat, the muscles.
But he wasn’t here for those today. He’s here for something finer; something of delicate usages. With a slower movement now and also using the aid of a scissors and tweezers, he plucks the muscles away from the bone fibres by fibres. Every so often he would come across fine red threads, arteries, which he snips away. Red powder often drops out of those snipped threads. Dried blood.
He begins to sweat in the cold room. This is where things get complicated. His breathing almost came to a stop and he concentrates hard. He is near what he came for today and he is getting excited. Like a flower blooming from the cracks of the dessert floor which just received rain, he found it. He found the yellow threads he’s been looking for.
In a jovial mood, he zips the white bag up, put his equipments away and left the room. He's done for the day.
[His link is Mr. Koh at the Chain of Reaction list]
Posted by Berenice at 6:49 PM
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Tuesday, December 13, 2005
I-N-J-U-S-T-i-C-E !
Little Gold Nugget, it seems suffers constantly from the fat bully of a Big Goldie. I simply cannot have this. This is total injustice in the world of gold fishes.*Spits in anger* PuH-Tuiiii...Bleaghh
Okay okay before i confuse myself further, let me explain. In my house, there is a goldfish bowl. Sort of. And in that goldfish bowl are two goldfishes. The bigger and more notorious one is named Big Goldie while the smaller fish is called Little Gold Nugget.
The crime: I was feeding them with fish pellets one fine day. The moment the pellets reach the water surface, Big Goldie and Little Gold Nugget snapped into attention and swam immediately towards them. Peck, peck, peck. There goes one pellet and another and another! There wasn't much left when i had the opportunity to witness the horrible offence that had started to play out in front of me.
Big Goldie had moored itself near the food pellets, guarding over the few that's left. He was one fat, greedy and desperate fella, for sure. And a fierce one too! Everytime Little Gold Nugget tried to home in on one of the pellets, he was pushed away by Big Goldie. Push comes to shove without much hesitation on Big Goldie's part as it attacked Little Gold Nugget on its second attempt.
Poor Little Gold Nugget. I had a good mind to slap that stupid Big Goldie with seaweed if this happened one more time. Now it has become crystal clear about the size difference between these two fishes. Hmmph..
Some may call this survival of the fittest. I call this injustice. =P
Beware Big Goldie...Tabby is waiting....
Posted by Berenice at 11:41 PM
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Monday, December 12, 2005
Time of the year once more
Walked into my aunt's house today. What did i see? My two cousins busily decorating the Christmas Tree. Oh man, a pang of a mixture of emotions hit me immediately. I barely could get over celebrating last Christmas and we're on the bent of celebrating another again. I mean, Come On! I'm just done hanging over!I'm flooded. I'm envious. I nearly screamed "I want my own Christmas tree!!!"
And when i do get one, i want one that is as high as the ceiling. I don't freaking care if the blades of the ceiling fan will swipe off the star on top. I just don't care. I want the tip to touch the ceiling when i have it in. Hmmph!
So why is this lousy self-proclaimed atheist making such a big deal over Christmas? If i don't believe in a higher being, why am i making such a big thing over the birthday of one? Well, point in case being that i'm a lousy atheist and a self-proclaimed one too probably explains it all.
Even though i do not join in the thanksgiving prayers, i do respect them a lot. And it occured to me how important Christmas had came to mean to me. I mean, apart from the fabulous food, the warmth and joy you get from such family gatherings is indescribable. I loved every moment of it. Yeah and greed played its part some years back when i still get presents under the tree.
Come to think of it, Christmas is a bit like the kick-start of the yearly festivities. Christmas, New Year and Chinese New Year. Isn't this a perfect package?
By the way, I'm still not done with my protest. "I want a Christmas Tree!"
Christmas Tree for Kungfucandy!
An early Merry Christmas to all of you.
p/s Will forbid self from burning down Christmas trees again. You know what i mean. Not literally but iconically.
Cheers.
Posted by Berenice at 12:56 AM
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Monday, December 05, 2005
Autonomy - You are forever my religion
My close friend and I came to this conclusion on this rainy afternoon:What happens to you when you are brought up in such a way that you know your degrees of freedom at all times? There are, of course, limitations but all these boundaries are clearly imprinted inside your grey matter so you will always know when to stop.
I think the product of such bringing up is independence. In such cases, you make decisions by yourself and trust your own judgements.
I guess that probably explains my tendency to walk off or go do something whenever i feel like it. It doesn't matter what day or time it is, if i think i should do that, i'll do that, given that it falls within the existing constraints. And funnily enough i enjoy having this luxury. Even though i don't mind being told what to do by my elders, i do rejoice the fact that they bestowed such freedom upon me.
I never feel that i need to comply with the rules others live upon. I have my rules and my choices. The day i loose this will mean the end of me.
Point in case, even though i like to schedule things at my own pace, that doesn't mean i'm a bloody cold-blooded individualist. There's a difference.
Why am i yapping all these? Because i feel like it.
Posted by Berenice at 4:00 PM
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Thursday, December 01, 2005
Midnight Strollers
Headline: 20-somethings on the loose!!It's my pleasure to introduce to you, the Jaywalkers! They kick, they sing, they climb and they run! Above all, they jay walk. These multitalented individuals are taking over the West Coast by storm. Especially around midnight.
Around midnight on one fine Friday night, when the moon was round and the finals are not yet over, some boisterous youths jaywalked all the way to West Coast Park. Despite their ability to unleash hell, they decided to ignore the couples, hidden inside their cars while attempting acrobatic maneuvers.
Hopping merrily along, a few of them attempted to sing some nurseries rhymes they learned a long time ago. Others attempted the ridiculous. To walk with you left feet and swing your left arm at the same time and vice versa.
They were on a parade of sporting spirits. First event of the night was a session of monkey ball. It was no small feat to run and jump in the sandy fine sand for the "monkey".
"Uhhh..He jumps and he catches the ball!"
"Sprinting, the 'monkey' lurges ahead, trying to catch the ball."
"And he aims, he throws and 'monkey' caught the ball!" Oh no, another victim.
Some minutes later, the game ended with a bang when it hit someone on the face. Lychees lost. Cikus won. Final score.
Exhausted but not too dead, they headed off to the Pee-Rha-Mead. It is a complex construction made out of just ropes and steel. The aim: To touch the ball-ball which is at the very tip of the Pee-Rha-Mead. Clambering up, their skills were so-so. They were undoubtedly as agile as jell-o.
A few touched the ball-ball while others decided to relax a bit on the safety net. The ones who went made a wish.
Wish upon a black rubber ball,
Thy wish if ever will come true by fall.
Hence it is your call,
To treat us all.
Moral of the story: Don't forget to make a wish when you touch the ball. And smile for the camera too!