| The silence before the tear drops |
[May. 3rd, 2006|04:21 pm] |
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Kids are cute when they muster up a cry, but not when the sound comes out.
As if their whole world goes on pause- no movement, no sound.
I imagine it's what actors are like; they tell themselves Feel sad, feel sad, fingers-crossed that they can push out a tear or two cos their job depended on it. But then again we're talking about kids here; they don't have jobs, and they're.. simple.. their thoughts aren't complicated. They tend to look either contemplative or confused during the whole thing too.
So why the pause?
They're probably just trying to remember why they wanted to start crying in the first place. |
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![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.2) wiccangel |
[Feb. 10th, 2006|09:37 am] |
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHOCOLATE!! |
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| We must have been good this year! |
[Dec. 25th, 2005|05:50 pm] |
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| | Wham - Last Christmas | ] |
My family was definitely in the festive mood this season!
Wall to wall this year... wall to wall... and there's still tomorrow at my bro's!
The family portrait with Santa! But missing my bro and company so...
One with the cutest chipmunk evAR, her daddy and her kuku (mommy in the background).
Season's greetings to all! Hope you all have a jolly holiday! |
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| The sisterhood |
[Nov. 28th, 2005|04:45 pm] |
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| | Brown Eyed Girl - Van Morrison | ] |
There's a story behind every scratch and bruise.
The soreness. The stiffness. The sisterhood strengthened when comparing and competing for who has the biggest and most number of bruises and injuries.
Respect.
Deformities to the unknowing, they serve as memory cues of specific events during the game. And when we see those warrior marks, we're reminded of the barbaric events from which they are derived. Last night, we sat around and exchanged our stories. We tried to recall how every scratch and bruise came about; at what point I had lost the vision in my left eye for over a minute and from where the mole-like bruise appeared on my left eyelid. We're reminded of all these individual events, but on the grand whole we're reminded of when we stood together and fought as if tomorrow and everyone standing beside you depended on it. The hunger, the thrist returned.
You know how like in Fight Club, they love the thrill and the adrenaline rush of the fight? And how when they see familiar patterns of injuries they give the knowing nod? There's a fraternal element of it all. And just like Fight Club, the only way you'd ever understand, is if you play the sport as well.
Give Blood. Play Rugby. |
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| My first paper! |
[Nov. 9th, 2005|08:24 pm] |
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YAY!! It's finally out!
Transgenic Res. 2005 Apr;14(2):217-23.
Demonstration of site-directed recombination in transgenic zebrafish using the Cre/loxP system.
Pan X, Wan H, Chia W, Tong Y, Gong Z.
Department of Biological Sciences, National University of Singapore, Singapore.
To test the Cre/loxP recombination system in zebrafish, a stable transgenic zebrafish line was developed by using a floxed (loxP flanked) gfp (green fluorescent protein) gene construct under the muscle-specific mylz2 promoter. Like our previous non-floxed gfp transgenic line under the same promoter, the new transgenic line expresses GFP reporter faithfully in fast skeletal muscles to the same intensity. To demonstrate the excision of floxed gfp transgene, in vitro synthesized Cre RNA was injected into embryos of floxed gfp transgenic zebrafish and we found a dramatic reduction of GFP expression. To confirm the excision, PCR was performed and a DNA fragment of correct size was amplified as predicted from the Cre/loxP mediated excision. Finally, we cloned the fragment and sequence information confirmed that the excision occurred at the precise site as predicted. Our experiments demonstrated that the Cre/loxP system can function efficiently and accurately in the zebrafish system.
PMID: 16022392 [PubMed - indexed for MEDLINE]
It just wish they had used my chinese name instead... oh well! I'm still estatic! Evidence I've contributed to the scientific community and my first step towards achieving immortality! |
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| To win is to achieve.. To my kids. |
[Oct. 28th, 2005|08:09 pm] |
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If you win, it doesn’t mean you’re a winner.
If you lose, it doesn’t mean you’re NOT a winner.
You can still win even if you’ve lost.
And that was the goal we set as a team …
How many times have you won a game, but still didn’t feel satisfied with the results? And how many times have you felt victorious even though the score didn’t reflect that you had won?
To win, we needed to keep them with 10 points. Within 10 points and we would be satisfied and walk off the courts with our heads high. If we had won the game the conventional way, that would have been a bonus. A BONUS! For 3 quarters we were achieving our goal. For 3 quarters we were winning as a team. They said they would beat us by 20 points, and for 3 quarters they were losing. We were defeating them. In the end, they won the game, and on top of that they achieved their 20-point goal. In the end, we didn’t lose to them, we lost to ourselves.
Sure we could have set the goal to win the game, but I wanted to see a team win and the only way to achieve a team win is when you achieve the goals set out by the team. We did not win because we were not all on the same page. Of course everyone should set individual goals for themselves, but individual goals should not override the greater purpose, which is the team goal. Heads hung low even when we were achieving our goal and we started to give in. EVEN WHEN WE WERE ACHIEVING OUR GOAL!
Were we really prepared to accept the team goal and feel satisfied with ourselves if we had achieved a score gap less than 10 points?
Were we all mentally prepared for the game or did we, for the first time in this league, let intimidation get the better of us? I have seen you girls strong. I have seen you girls fight. I have seen you girls overcome all obstacles no matter what advantage the opponents hold!
It’s not to say we lacked in skills. It’s not to say that they were better than us. What we lacked was THE WILL to do it. You were already defeated if you assumed we had lost even before we stepped onto the courts. And for us, that would only happen if they got beyond a 10 point score gap.
I say this now, not as a command, but with confidence for this team that THIS. WILL. NOT. HAPPEN. AGAIN. We shall learn from this. And with this defeat we will grow STRONGER TOGETHER. We WILL look forward to “next time” because “next time” is the time we WILL achieve our goal.
On Monday you have the chance to prove that our words are not just frivolous and meaningless. On Monday you have the chance to prove that when we set a team goal, we WILL do whatever it takes to achieve that goal and it WILL be done as a team.
P.Ad.
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| It's spelt as "argh". |
[Sep. 30th, 2005|12:20 pm] |
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| | Ronin - Crazy Son | ] |
AHHH!
Just when contact starts I injure myself in the stupidest of ways at the first serious serious training and now I'm out for up to 3 weeks! The entire duration of the 15s league. And whatdya know selections for the National Team happens on the 3rd week! Hahahahahahaha! Wooohoooohooo! Hehehehehe!
Shit. I think I'm delirious... |
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| On the way to see the physio |
[Sep. 27th, 2005|06:33 pm] |
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| | handicapped | ] |
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| | Drums outside | ] |
I think the cab driver just proposed to me...
telling me he's single, hasn't found a wife, lives in an apartment alone, and following that, he tried to convince me that he's not suited for me cos he's 26 years older than me, but he kept double checking if I wanted to marry him anyway. All the while I was sitting in silence, not responding, in awe, in shock and damn traumatized.
Are there prostitutes on Balestier?
After I got out of the cab, I was standing at the traffic light waiting to cross and this guy drives past me super duper slowly in a shiny new black car, leans over his passenger seat to smile a disgusting horny "chee koh beh" smile at me and stops his car up front. Again I was in awe, in shock, and damn traumatized! I was like "Hey, I've seen that look before! I've seen those men in business suits drive their black cars up to girls before! I live at Prostitute Mansion for heaven sakes!" But at Balestier?
I crossed the road and my eyes kept wandering over to where he was park to confirm what I suspected. And his eyes stayed fixed on me! I was partly amuses albeit insulted and called wiccangel; holding my phone in my only good hand. And I swear if I could've lifted my gimpy arm I would've given him the finger!
Thila my wonderful physio tells me I've strained a ligament from some sort of super-dunno what where something popped out and popped back in again. And everything's all tense and it affects my shoulder muscle and I've injured this and that of my shoulder and collar bone and basically *takes a deep breath* I'm out for the week.
Damn. Right when the size 5 ball started rolling.. haha. geddit? Nevermind, cheesy joke..
Thank goodness wiccangel convinced me to confess to coach that I've injured my shoulder (in the first damn drill) and I heard something crack, otherwise I would've just continued training for fear that coach would think I'm a wimp. Sucks. And that was after coach asked me to demo everything. I finally listened to gel when I couldn't lift my arm anymore. I'm an eeediot lah! But better late than no arm at all.
Hai, how to coach bball like this?
I'll see if I need an x-ray after tomorrow's physio session. I'm a bit worried cos my shoulder hurts even when I'm not doing anything at all. |
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| OH! Better than I thought! |
[Sep. 21st, 2005|01:33 pm] |
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| |  surprised | ] |
| You Are 40% Weird | 
Normal enough to know that you're weird...
But too damn weird to do anything about it! |
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| Electronic Emotions |
[Sep. 8th, 2005|04:31 pm] |
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| |  contemplative | ] |
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| | It’s probably me – Eric Clapton & Sting | ] |
It's undeniable that blogging has become an effective form of communication. But I hope not so much so that things can longer be said face to face. When I think something is amiss with someone, I find myself searching for clues on his/her blog. Or if I come across a strange random one-liner rant, I consider whole-heartily if it's about me.
Have we reduced ourselves to electronic emotions?
Is it somehow less vulnerable to express our emotions through vague blog messages with a secret hope that the intended audience will read the entry? And we've perfected the method of writing it in such an ambiguous manner that the target will consider herself/ himself, but will be too uncertain to reproach us about it? Do we dare to say more, be bolder, when it's written? And when regret sets in does simply pressing the delete button enough to take it all back?
As if all that has been typed stays and everything erased, forgotten. No longer is the need for short-term to long-term memory. Each entry will serve that purpose. If it's not on print to refer back to, it never existed. No one was ever hurt. |
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