Ceremonial day
There's a saying "time and tides waits for no man". I remember hearing this from others or seeing this phrase printed on the cover of my fullscape paper pad when I was then a primary schoolboy. Back then, I wonder what does it mean?
Many would interpret the phrase with the irreversibility of time. No doubt, there's nothing wrong. Personally, I'd agree. However, there might be just somethings which contradicts this phrase apparently. One of which is the repetitive sight of the Firehouse Happy birthday ice-cream (the supposedly alternative form of a birthday cake) which has seemed to bring back time.... almost every year, on my birthday. August 21st.
Compared to prior year, this year's birthday was pretty worrying to some extent. Last semester, I managed to be freed from any mid-sem test. This dreadful thing found its way into this semester. Can you imagine how "detriment" it is to have an exam on the next day after your birthday? Omg.
The next worrisome part arose from the eve of my birthday. It suddenly occurred to me that I was aging. Omg. So embarrassed I kinda panicked and messaged some of my friends, exclaiming about me turning one year older. *Blush*
But then... it turned out quite good. I was on leave due to me having applied 2 days leave from work for both birthday and pre-exam reasons. Met Honey in town to purchase this grey knitted sweater from G-star @ Paragon. Hehe... I fell in love the moment I saw it just a few days again when I was out with Clara. Omg..looks like I've cultivated a habit of buying things for myself on my birthday. Erm.. I'd like to confess.. I'M NOT A NARCISSIST hor!
After which, I collected my clothings from Domanchi @ Centrepoint before heading for dinner at my favourite restuarant, Swensens!! Why? It's because since young, my parents have been bringing me to Swensens to celebrate my birthday. Always, there was a firehouse which I'd be extremely delighted and fascinated too, by the dry-ice evaporating effect!
Without saying, I had Fish and Chips while Honey ordered a Breaded Chicken main course.
While waiting for the food, Honey presented my birthday. It's a mug with my Chinese zodiac painted on it. I guess it's telepathy ba since earlier I've brought ourselves a lovers-cup. Now we both have two cups. Sigh...
Honey actually sang me a touching happy birthday song.. man, it's really way better than previous years. After a stomach-filling meal, we decided to watch a movie at Cathay AMK.
Royston Tan's 881. It was fantastic, funny and seriously touching towards the finale. I believe mostly everyone must have watched it or have the least knowledge of what's the film about. So guess I'll skip the narrative part and proceed to how I feel about the show...
Personally, I derived the facts of life. The oppression we are experiencing in our daily lives, towards love (like how Little Papaya conceals her feelings for Guan Yin), the oppression from rich and powerful (depicted in the hardship and tough times the Papaya sisters and others face in preparation for the final showdown with the "smelly Durians")
I witness the desperate ambitious yearning to want to achieve something (when the Papaya sisters plead to the Fairy for help to be famous). The unvoluntary participation in competing with others even arising from the jealousy of others around us and illness, prima facie.
881 reminds us of our grand instances in life (particular my band performances outdoors) and also, the aftermath support and shelter we gain from someone close in times of loneliness and hardship.
Besides Honey, Jasmine also bought a fruit cake for my birthday. It was really very delicious not only on the presentation but it taste superb too! My colleagues wrote lovely messages in the birthday card which they gotten for me. My dear friends who delivered their heart-warming sms on my special day. My most-loved doting granny who cooked Mee suah, exclusively for me on my Chinese birthday... and last but not least, Clara, my closest friend, who gave me a memorable birthday gift in a stylish black package with red ribbon!
Million THANKS to Honey, family and friends... Oops.. I hope I don't sound like some award nominee delivering his award speech. hehehe.
Birthday... August 21... a magical moment in time that seems to be suspended and waiting for me every year...
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Monday, August 13, 2007
De one with Atrocious Down on Luck (Coded in Blue)
Atmosphere of incense
Today turned out to be worst than I thought. It's as though I've been really affected by the inauspicious hours of the lunar 7th month. Also known as the Chinese Hungry Ghost festivals.
Sigh. What's worst than having to realise how unblissed upon an utterly-shocking discovery about my drenched and smeared tailsman. Sigh. No one to be blame other than myself. I can't imagine I've been so uselessly careless. Even ah-ma didn't checked the pockets for anything before rinsing my G-star jeans into the pain of water. Sigh. The Gods are going to curse or scold at me..
I guess "Murphy's law" best applied to make my day at work just as worse too.. *sniff sniff*
I've spent the entire day trying to balance my financial statements. Oh no.. even my manager fumed up when I approach her after I find that I had no other choice. Turns out, it's all because of silly carelessness.
I woke up early to jog against the windy weather.. sigh. Perhaps I'm getting tired with this frenzy bad luck befalling upon me. Supposed the more brilliant thing I did was to decide not to go to campus as I was really demoralised, mentally exhausted and disheartened.
The only thing keeping me going was repeating Jay Chou's latest movie theme and having listened to my favourite Frederick Chopin's piece.
Poor me.. *sob sob*
Today turned out to be worst than I thought. It's as though I've been really affected by the inauspicious hours of the lunar 7th month. Also known as the Chinese Hungry Ghost festivals.
Sigh. What's worst than having to realise how unblissed upon an utterly-shocking discovery about my drenched and smeared tailsman. Sigh. No one to be blame other than myself. I can't imagine I've been so uselessly careless. Even ah-ma didn't checked the pockets for anything before rinsing my G-star jeans into the pain of water. Sigh. The Gods are going to curse or scold at me..
I guess "Murphy's law" best applied to make my day at work just as worse too.. *sniff sniff*
I've spent the entire day trying to balance my financial statements. Oh no.. even my manager fumed up when I approach her after I find that I had no other choice. Turns out, it's all because of silly carelessness.
I woke up early to jog against the windy weather.. sigh. Perhaps I'm getting tired with this frenzy bad luck befalling upon me. Supposed the more brilliant thing I did was to decide not to go to campus as I was really demoralised, mentally exhausted and disheartened.
The only thing keeping me going was repeating Jay Chou's latest movie theme and having listened to my favourite Frederick Chopin's piece.
Poor me.. *sob sob*
Sunday, August 12, 2007
De one with Song
Showers on eve of Lunar Seventh Month
How do you define a song? In my opinion, it's a melody of the vocal. Of course, there's definitely more than this vivid definition. It's a part of music, no doubt about this. believe to many, a song is one of many psychiatric instruments. Besides, others would relate it as a form of the Arts.
It doesn't mean one has to be a music student or composer to provide a gauge of roughly when did a song came into existence. Alright, except stating the exact period which would need the advice from the expertises. Give me a break. I believe most would believe a song might have impact humans some very very long time ago.
Not completely untrue, the primitives might have treated simple noises or chantings as songs. Along the way, music and lyrics must have fused to give birth to songs.
During the old classical times where the great composers were alive, they have developed romantic songs with poems, often accompanied by the piano. Of course, opera singing emerged too. Ahh.. there we have it. Songs were mostly about love.
Personally, I believe generally, one of life's stages when people would open themselves to songs (not talking about music wor) is when they are in love. Seriously, just listen to the radio and you'll realise that most of the songs in the world mostly contain love-contexts. Hmmm... Elvis Presley's "Can't help falling in love", "I must have done something good" in The Sound of Music, MLTR's "25 Minutes", Whitney Huston's "Saving all my love for you", 曹格's "兩隻戀人".
Let's not just limit to couple's love, love encompasses other forms of love. What about the love of God in the songs sung in a Church in Alabama? Or Spice girl's "Mama", depicting the love of mothers? Err.. there's actually a song called "I love Singapore" you know...
Most commonly, we find ourselves relating to the words or lyrics in a song as it's probable that certain phrases rake up fond memories. Alternatively or in addition, these phrases might provide absolute descriptions of what our psyche are experiencing or what we'd like to say from our hearts. More exact, the lyrics of a song, like any forms of art, voices our feelings...
"The blind usually have heightened sense of hearing". Listening to songs are as though we are blind, simply because we do not see but receive what we feel from hearing. Of course, marketing have seize the hybrid of captive-feeling through the provision of MTVs so we are able to feel through what we hear and see.
Songs are all about feelings. The tempo, rhythms, melody and everything impacts a diverse range of how we would and/or wanna feel. Ask yourself this, when you listen to a lullaby, wouldn't you feel sleepy? Look around the MRT and one would be easily spotted with a pair of white ear-piece plugged on. Imagine a musical without a song, would you feel something amiss?
Needless to say, in pursuit to the above mentioned, songs ain't only convey feelings of boredom or sleepiness. The Black people in the old days sung at funerals, as a form of expressing their joy for their release from their slavery; Ricky Martin's "The cup of Life" premier in 1998's FIFA World cup; Governor Maria (played by Julie Andrews) taught the Von Trapp children "My favourite things" when they were afraid of thunder sounds; an adaptation from "Dream girls" of how Effie sung her frustrations and lone-misery; the sympathetic feelings for "Mr Cellophane" in Chicago; the tear-arousing from Jay Chou's "世界末日" or 張惠妹's "記得" are examples of some distinctive emotions of hapiness, fun, relieve, pain, pity and heart-aching respectively.
Want more? How about Evita's "Don't cry for me Argentina"? Okay, not going overboard but songs not only intrigues our feelings but in other ways, convey something from the composer or creator him/herself.
Some might argue that music are the main drivers for motivation. Yes, the two can't be separated. Giving more thoughts to with regards to this, the inclusion of words might just deliver the message across to people more effectively. Just imagine the latest NDP song without lyrics but purely instrumental. Would you know what the song is trying to convey to you?
Some might even bring rap-songs into argument. They view regardless of whether it's the beat or rapping, it doesn't delivery anything except mumbling or "chanting".
From my perspective, I would reconsider it this way. It's the beat and rapping which most people are unable to achieve. For that, listening to others who are able to perform a rap-song, hitting all the off-beats, style and filling words to advance the whole creativity into a song, that conveys some sense of achievement (for the rap-singer) and admiration (for the audience).
With that, we could also view songs as the work-piece of others to define individualism and age-groups. In prior years, the latter used to be applicable due to distinctive variety of songs which differ in music, feel, complexity and sound-quality. With the emergence of "retro-fever", songs for differentiating age-groups seemed to have eroded thereafter.
On the contrary, individualism continues today. A very good example are the works of Jay Chou. Not being bias, just taking an example which I'm more familiar. Director Chou's songs delivers his persistence on promoting Chinese-melodies and the flow of Chinese heritage in some of his MTVs. Furthermore, his effects to create music from different backgrounds are evidence in his songs.
Perhaps not everyone would be convince with my previous example. Some Caucasian friends might be wondering who the hack is Jay Chou. Let me try this.. how about deriving something from the songs used in Ipod promotion? Of course, don't just view the advertisements narrowly as an apparent advertisement trying to push sales of the unique product. It's the songs which they use which portrays some level of individuality in people who buy and use the gadget. That's is why there are so many songs available rather than only one!
Some songs are more appealing, others are just for the racks-storage. Nevertheless, it is another form of communicating art which has been successful in fostering relationships all around the world for ages. This doesn't not just consist of the bond between our idol singers and us, it also integrate the communication between us and our friends too.
Personally, I deem songs are one of evolution's most powerful invention. It is the "fruit atom" of both science (rhythms) and arts (psyche). It is intangible in nature, yet it might comfort us more effectively than another fellow being on certain occasions. Much are said but mere simple discussions.
What are songs? It's a melody of the vocals... the fondue voice of hearts... and maybe more...
How do you define a song? In my opinion, it's a melody of the vocal. Of course, there's definitely more than this vivid definition. It's a part of music, no doubt about this. believe to many, a song is one of many psychiatric instruments. Besides, others would relate it as a form of the Arts.
It doesn't mean one has to be a music student or composer to provide a gauge of roughly when did a song came into existence. Alright, except stating the exact period which would need the advice from the expertises. Give me a break. I believe most would believe a song might have impact humans some very very long time ago.
Not completely untrue, the primitives might have treated simple noises or chantings as songs. Along the way, music and lyrics must have fused to give birth to songs.
During the old classical times where the great composers were alive, they have developed romantic songs with poems, often accompanied by the piano. Of course, opera singing emerged too. Ahh.. there we have it. Songs were mostly about love.
Personally, I believe generally, one of life's stages when people would open themselves to songs (not talking about music wor) is when they are in love. Seriously, just listen to the radio and you'll realise that most of the songs in the world mostly contain love-contexts. Hmmm... Elvis Presley's "Can't help falling in love", "I must have done something good" in The Sound of Music, MLTR's "25 Minutes", Whitney Huston's "Saving all my love for you", 曹格's "兩隻戀人".
Let's not just limit to couple's love, love encompasses other forms of love. What about the love of God in the songs sung in a Church in Alabama? Or Spice girl's "Mama", depicting the love of mothers? Err.. there's actually a song called "I love Singapore" you know...
Most commonly, we find ourselves relating to the words or lyrics in a song as it's probable that certain phrases rake up fond memories. Alternatively or in addition, these phrases might provide absolute descriptions of what our psyche are experiencing or what we'd like to say from our hearts. More exact, the lyrics of a song, like any forms of art, voices our feelings...
"The blind usually have heightened sense of hearing". Listening to songs are as though we are blind, simply because we do not see but receive what we feel from hearing. Of course, marketing have seize the hybrid of captive-feeling through the provision of MTVs so we are able to feel through what we hear and see.
Songs are all about feelings. The tempo, rhythms, melody and everything impacts a diverse range of how we would and/or wanna feel. Ask yourself this, when you listen to a lullaby, wouldn't you feel sleepy? Look around the MRT and one would be easily spotted with a pair of white ear-piece plugged on. Imagine a musical without a song, would you feel something amiss?
Needless to say, in pursuit to the above mentioned, songs ain't only convey feelings of boredom or sleepiness. The Black people in the old days sung at funerals, as a form of expressing their joy for their release from their slavery; Ricky Martin's "The cup of Life" premier in 1998's FIFA World cup; Governor Maria (played by Julie Andrews) taught the Von Trapp children "My favourite things" when they were afraid of thunder sounds; an adaptation from "Dream girls" of how Effie sung her frustrations and lone-misery; the sympathetic feelings for "Mr Cellophane" in Chicago; the tear-arousing from Jay Chou's "世界末日" or 張惠妹's "記得" are examples of some distinctive emotions of hapiness, fun, relieve, pain, pity and heart-aching respectively.
Want more? How about Evita's "Don't cry for me Argentina"? Okay, not going overboard but songs not only intrigues our feelings but in other ways, convey something from the composer or creator him/herself.
Some might argue that music are the main drivers for motivation. Yes, the two can't be separated. Giving more thoughts to with regards to this, the inclusion of words might just deliver the message across to people more effectively. Just imagine the latest NDP song without lyrics but purely instrumental. Would you know what the song is trying to convey to you?
Some might even bring rap-songs into argument. They view regardless of whether it's the beat or rapping, it doesn't delivery anything except mumbling or "chanting".
From my perspective, I would reconsider it this way. It's the beat and rapping which most people are unable to achieve. For that, listening to others who are able to perform a rap-song, hitting all the off-beats, style and filling words to advance the whole creativity into a song, that conveys some sense of achievement (for the rap-singer) and admiration (for the audience).
With that, we could also view songs as the work-piece of others to define individualism and age-groups. In prior years, the latter used to be applicable due to distinctive variety of songs which differ in music, feel, complexity and sound-quality. With the emergence of "retro-fever", songs for differentiating age-groups seemed to have eroded thereafter.
On the contrary, individualism continues today. A very good example are the works of Jay Chou. Not being bias, just taking an example which I'm more familiar. Director Chou's songs delivers his persistence on promoting Chinese-melodies and the flow of Chinese heritage in some of his MTVs. Furthermore, his effects to create music from different backgrounds are evidence in his songs.
Perhaps not everyone would be convince with my previous example. Some Caucasian friends might be wondering who the hack is Jay Chou. Let me try this.. how about deriving something from the songs used in Ipod promotion? Of course, don't just view the advertisements narrowly as an apparent advertisement trying to push sales of the unique product. It's the songs which they use which portrays some level of individuality in people who buy and use the gadget. That's is why there are so many songs available rather than only one!
Some songs are more appealing, others are just for the racks-storage. Nevertheless, it is another form of communicating art which has been successful in fostering relationships all around the world for ages. This doesn't not just consist of the bond between our idol singers and us, it also integrate the communication between us and our friends too.
Personally, I deem songs are one of evolution's most powerful invention. It is the "fruit atom" of both science (rhythms) and arts (psyche). It is intangible in nature, yet it might comfort us more effectively than another fellow being on certain occasions. Much are said but mere simple discussions.
What are songs? It's a melody of the vocals... the fondue voice of hearts... and maybe more...
Thursday, August 09, 2007
De one with Jay Chou's "Secret"
Sun after rain
Today's national day,how's it been fro you? It late morning when I woke. The first thing I did was to look myself in the mirror, eager to find out about the condition of my eyes. Well well.. the conjunctivitis virus is almost "bidding farewell" to me. Thank goodness I feel healthy again!
Not fully recovered though. I decided to go for a jog. It was quite hopeless. I felt so breathless when I ran. Jeez... guess I'm losing my stamina even more. Omg. Well..no choice, guess I've gotta start from sketch again. All the way till Singapore Bay Run. Hey, you participating?
After coming back from a 4km run, I decided to call Honey up before proceeding to book online for the "Secret" at Bishan GV. Turns out both of us have a quarrel. Honey was really being so hypocritical lah. Agreed already then message minutes later saying "If I can't make it, you'll have to find someone else to go with you". Sigh. Imagine you're the one finding yourself trapped or suspended.
Of course, I'm not so dumb, I turned desperate, asking Clara, Max or Mohan whether they could accompany me as I really didn't want to lose my money spent.
Sigh.
Turns out, both of us still shown up for the movie just in time.
For those who have watched it, you may stop reading. Just kidding. Well, for those who haven't watch Jay Chou's 不能说的秘密, you can use this as a rough gauge. Anyway, it's impossible for me to tell you the exact happening of the entire movie lah.
The movie's fantastic! It starts off with Ye Xiang Lun (Jay), a student majoring in piano, transferred to this music school where he meets a mysterious Lu Xiao Yu (Rain) in a music room, containing an old antique grand-piano, which was to be demolished upon the coming graduation of the students.
The two befriended and eventually fell in love with each other. Along the movie, you'll feel and sight the little sweet and romantic happenings between two first-timer lovers. Of course, not forgetting a few pinch of sour (jealousy) and a moment of paradox of sadness.
Of course, most of us would relate pretty well about this sad part of a love relationship. You'll feel at odds with the world, you'll cropped yourself at home. You'll visit the places or walk the same journey which are hunted by fond and sweet memories.
The secret of the whole plot, like most movie, revealed itself towards the end where Xiang lun visits the room of the missing Xiao Yu and finds a sketching of him and a photo of Xiao Yu with his father.
From there, Xiang Lun discovers more about the past of Xiao Yu and learns she was someone who travelled through time (20 years before his time) upon playing this "Secret" piano score which she discovers under the antique piano. Everybody else treated Xiao Yu as a psychiatic patient, the classmates mocked and teased her nastily.
At the same time, Xiao Yu mistook Xiang Lun being in love with another girl Sky, when she saw them kissed (which Xiang Lun did so, with his eyes closed, thinking the other party was Xiao Yu).
Towards the end, a totally solitary Xiao Yu decides to play the piece onces, intending to seek the sight and comfort of Xiang Lun. Turns out, she mistook Xiang Lun's disloyalty to her when she sees Sky's hand-band on Xiang Lun's wrist.
There was a part where an asthma-elapsed Xiao Yu wrote her last words with correction fluid on her wooden desk. In which she tells Xiang Lun she loves him and asks whether he feels the likewise. She collapsed before Xiang Lun replied.
* If not for my subsiding conjunctivitis, I'd have cry endlessly lah
The grand finale was both intensely touching! Xiang Lun endured against all odds to the demolishing music room, playing the tune from his memory so as to travel back in time to be with Xiao Yu. Just before he played the last note, a gigantic demolisher made it's way towards Xiang Lun and the piano...
* THIS MOMENT took my breath away!
The ending? Aiyo, go watch the movie lah... My idol actually spent months producing the movie lor...
I total enjoyed the movie! Jay's acting have improved. It has addressed the bitter, sweet and sour of a relationship, the elements of twist which resembles something in between The Lake House and Six Sense... In addition, I feel the female lead is a lady with character.
The sets are rather simple but it's really commendable on account that the scriptwriter, director and actor are taken up by the same person. Too good a movie to be missed!
Still thinking of the ending? Ok lah.. I supposed it wouldn't help to give a hint. Fairytales ain't untrue, ending's liked-wise full...
Overjoyed I finally got to watch Jay Chou's latest production!
Today's national day,how's it been fro you? It late morning when I woke. The first thing I did was to look myself in the mirror, eager to find out about the condition of my eyes. Well well.. the conjunctivitis virus is almost "bidding farewell" to me. Thank goodness I feel healthy again!
Not fully recovered though. I decided to go for a jog. It was quite hopeless. I felt so breathless when I ran. Jeez... guess I'm losing my stamina even more. Omg. Well..no choice, guess I've gotta start from sketch again. All the way till Singapore Bay Run. Hey, you participating?
After coming back from a 4km run, I decided to call Honey up before proceeding to book online for the "Secret" at Bishan GV. Turns out both of us have a quarrel. Honey was really being so hypocritical lah. Agreed already then message minutes later saying "If I can't make it, you'll have to find someone else to go with you". Sigh. Imagine you're the one finding yourself trapped or suspended.
Of course, I'm not so dumb, I turned desperate, asking Clara, Max or Mohan whether they could accompany me as I really didn't want to lose my money spent.
Sigh.
Turns out, both of us still shown up for the movie just in time.
For those who have watched it, you may stop reading. Just kidding. Well, for those who haven't watch Jay Chou's 不能说的秘密, you can use this as a rough gauge. Anyway, it's impossible for me to tell you the exact happening of the entire movie lah.
The movie's fantastic! It starts off with Ye Xiang Lun (Jay), a student majoring in piano, transferred to this music school where he meets a mysterious Lu Xiao Yu (Rain) in a music room, containing an old antique grand-piano, which was to be demolished upon the coming graduation of the students.
The two befriended and eventually fell in love with each other. Along the movie, you'll feel and sight the little sweet and romantic happenings between two first-timer lovers. Of course, not forgetting a few pinch of sour (jealousy) and a moment of paradox of sadness.
Of course, most of us would relate pretty well about this sad part of a love relationship. You'll feel at odds with the world, you'll cropped yourself at home. You'll visit the places or walk the same journey which are hunted by fond and sweet memories.
The secret of the whole plot, like most movie, revealed itself towards the end where Xiang lun visits the room of the missing Xiao Yu and finds a sketching of him and a photo of Xiao Yu with his father.
From there, Xiang Lun discovers more about the past of Xiao Yu and learns she was someone who travelled through time (20 years before his time) upon playing this "Secret" piano score which she discovers under the antique piano. Everybody else treated Xiao Yu as a psychiatic patient, the classmates mocked and teased her nastily.
At the same time, Xiao Yu mistook Xiang Lun being in love with another girl Sky, when she saw them kissed (which Xiang Lun did so, with his eyes closed, thinking the other party was Xiao Yu).
Towards the end, a totally solitary Xiao Yu decides to play the piece onces, intending to seek the sight and comfort of Xiang Lun. Turns out, she mistook Xiang Lun's disloyalty to her when she sees Sky's hand-band on Xiang Lun's wrist.
There was a part where an asthma-elapsed Xiao Yu wrote her last words with correction fluid on her wooden desk. In which she tells Xiang Lun she loves him and asks whether he feels the likewise. She collapsed before Xiang Lun replied.
* If not for my subsiding conjunctivitis, I'd have cry endlessly lah
The grand finale was both intensely touching! Xiang Lun endured against all odds to the demolishing music room, playing the tune from his memory so as to travel back in time to be with Xiao Yu. Just before he played the last note, a gigantic demolisher made it's way towards Xiang Lun and the piano...
* THIS MOMENT took my breath away!
The ending? Aiyo, go watch the movie lah... My idol actually spent months producing the movie lor...
I total enjoyed the movie! Jay's acting have improved. It has addressed the bitter, sweet and sour of a relationship, the elements of twist which resembles something in between The Lake House and Six Sense... In addition, I feel the female lead is a lady with character.
The sets are rather simple but it's really commendable on account that the scriptwriter, director and actor are taken up by the same person. Too good a movie to be missed!
Still thinking of the ending? Ok lah.. I supposed it wouldn't help to give a hint. Fairytales ain't untrue, ending's liked-wise full...
Overjoyed I finally got to watch Jay Chou's latest production!
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
De one with Conjunctivitis
Blur day
Ouch, the whole family have been infected with a conjunctivitis epidemic. All thanks to my cousin, Jasmine, who fell prey to this annoying virus of the eye last weekend.
Here's the flow... it started from my cousin who then passed the virus to my younger brother. Since my granny have to attend to his condition, the poor old lady got the contagious illness too. Recently, my aunt announced herself as the new victim. Omg. This is real bad.
As for thyself, it all started last monday when I abroad the East-West MRT line as I made my way to campus for class alone. Thank goodness I'm alone, otherwise my colleague Hui min might have get infected too.
You see, I didn't have a sit (as usual). Which lands me standing the a position where the air-condition keep blowing into my eye, which I believed to have aggravated the breakout of conjunctivitis. Most likely, there were premature virus in my eyes earlier.
Anyway, over concerned with the appointment with client the next day, I skipped lecture and rushed to the clinic near Honey's place, in hope for an early "miraculous" recovery. As much as I was worried, my encounter at the clinic was rather amusing.
Pardon me for mentioning the following.. the nurse on duty was a real "38" (a shrewd) auntie lor. She made so much noise when a patient's father came to request for an alteration of MC for his daughter who I'd supposed came earlier. The nurse made a fuss, discarding all her quality customer service la. Omg. Unforgivable.
More comical, the doctor was the only one I've visited whom spoke even softer than me. Omg. Even more unforgivable. He didn't show any professionalism too. His actions proved he was afraid of coming anywhere near me. Omg.
Sweet Honey came to visit me while I was waiting for the dispatch of my medicine. And a one day MC slip which never got utilised as I attended the client appointment without telling my manager (who went with me) about my deadly conjunctivitis.
I guess I was really blissed, the symptoms of my sore-eyes were not as bad compared to my family's. Only the sides of my eyes were infected. Blissed.
It's been 3 days liao. Not only did the conjunctivitis prevented me from going to work to complete my assignments but also intervened my meeting which Honey. Awww...
Oh! By the way, here's some tips: If your eyes develop conjunctivitis (1) really consult a doctor earlier; (2) wash your hands constantly whenever in contact with your eyes; (3) it is forbidden to use the same area of the same piece of tissue or any other cleaning material for both eyes. It would only spread the virus over to the other uninfected eyes; (4) apply your eye drop constantly and get plenty of rest, it helps!
Tomorrow's Singapore's 42th birthday! Yeah!! Advanced Birthday Singapore!!!
Ouch, the whole family have been infected with a conjunctivitis epidemic. All thanks to my cousin, Jasmine, who fell prey to this annoying virus of the eye last weekend.
Here's the flow... it started from my cousin who then passed the virus to my younger brother. Since my granny have to attend to his condition, the poor old lady got the contagious illness too. Recently, my aunt announced herself as the new victim. Omg. This is real bad.
As for thyself, it all started last monday when I abroad the East-West MRT line as I made my way to campus for class alone. Thank goodness I'm alone, otherwise my colleague Hui min might have get infected too.
You see, I didn't have a sit (as usual). Which lands me standing the a position where the air-condition keep blowing into my eye, which I believed to have aggravated the breakout of conjunctivitis. Most likely, there were premature virus in my eyes earlier.
Anyway, over concerned with the appointment with client the next day, I skipped lecture and rushed to the clinic near Honey's place, in hope for an early "miraculous" recovery. As much as I was worried, my encounter at the clinic was rather amusing.
Pardon me for mentioning the following.. the nurse on duty was a real "38" (a shrewd) auntie lor. She made so much noise when a patient's father came to request for an alteration of MC for his daughter who I'd supposed came earlier. The nurse made a fuss, discarding all her quality customer service la. Omg. Unforgivable.
More comical, the doctor was the only one I've visited whom spoke even softer than me. Omg. Even more unforgivable. He didn't show any professionalism too. His actions proved he was afraid of coming anywhere near me. Omg.
Sweet Honey came to visit me while I was waiting for the dispatch of my medicine. And a one day MC slip which never got utilised as I attended the client appointment without telling my manager (who went with me) about my deadly conjunctivitis.
I guess I was really blissed, the symptoms of my sore-eyes were not as bad compared to my family's. Only the sides of my eyes were infected. Blissed.
It's been 3 days liao. Not only did the conjunctivitis prevented me from going to work to complete my assignments but also intervened my meeting which Honey. Awww...
Oh! By the way, here's some tips: If your eyes develop conjunctivitis (1) really consult a doctor earlier; (2) wash your hands constantly whenever in contact with your eyes; (3) it is forbidden to use the same area of the same piece of tissue or any other cleaning material for both eyes. It would only spread the virus over to the other uninfected eyes; (4) apply your eye drop constantly and get plenty of rest, it helps!
Tomorrow's Singapore's 42th birthday! Yeah!! Advanced Birthday Singapore!!!
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