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Friday, April 22, 2005
AC cross country, May the spirit never die. Such passion that burns deep within the heart of every runner, strength fueled by our benevolent and compassionate god. This is a team i will be proud to say that i had once been a member of. No, as our 2004 captain put it--a comrad in arms. Keep running, run to run faster and never stop. When the going gets tough, suffer with the team as that bond keeps you united and unfaltering. But most importantly, don't ever forget why you run least you lose your sanity training your asses off. Despite the torturous feeling you get after going through constant 3:18s and 400m laps, it will never be something you will regret, running gives you more than a hell of an experience and a trophy, sometimes no trophy. It teaches you lessons you will never forget for the rest fo your life. elliot | 5:58 AM |
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Sunday, April 03, 2005
'Why do you want to become a doctor?' The one question which would justify my 3-4hours a day of diligent mugging at my desk. More like why the heck did you come all the way to Australia just to study your eyes out? There’s plenty opportunity for that in Singapore. Funny enough I'm just one of at least half a dozen Singaporean who have made this momentous decisions to sacrifice their sweet teenage years for the opportunity to be a doctor. So much for nostalgic memories of my youth... If you really want the reason, i would say that it is a life decision. A decision to make something happen in my life, a profession which i can excel in and actually do something worthwhile. I look at the businessmen hurrying along the streets of the CBD in their BMWs and Mercs, one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding a mobile to their ear. The impression i get is that they are going to close off yet another million dollar deal with some MNC, or just starting a massive advertising project to sell more mass produced goods made in a third-world country. What’s the motive behind that? The purpose? Simple... Rich man's bread and butter-- money Not just enough for basic life support, excessive amounts of it. It becomes an addiction to earn it, no amount of money can truely satisfy them, the more they earn, the more they indulge and then expect more. Fine enough for me...they have lots of fun lavishing themselves with riches, but then you would have to ask yourself, when you reach your golden years, what really have you achieved? Are you satisfied with your life? Have you dome something worthwhile? Is it worthwhile to keep earning and earning money? The value of money is all relative. A homeless person would easily rejoice over $5 as he could then buy a meal to fill his empty stomach. A typical student would be jubilant thinking about all the cool computer games he could buy if he had $100 but having $5 in his wallet was nothing to get excited about. A higher-income worker would grin at the prospect of a new $100,000 S-class Mercz but the latter could throw away a $5 bill for all he cared! Money is also prone to inflation. One year a dollar can buy you a bottle of coke, the next year, you need $1.10 for the same bottle. The point im trying to make is that money is an intangible incentive to work so hard for, sure we need it to cover our living expenses but there are other rewards which have greater value than money. My father once helped an old employee who was in financial ruin a few years back and that person managed to set up a successful business of his own with his help. When i met him, the way he talked about my father made me realise how much he appreciated him. If it was'nt for my dad, this person would'nt be where he was today. This is the type of impact a selfless deed had on one person, the gratitude he had towards my father was priceless, something money could not buy nor reproduce the joy i felt at that moment. This is what being a doctor allows one to do for his fellow human beings. Do you not notice how happy most doctors are with their lives? It is because they are doing something good. So, to finally convince myself that suffering for another year IS actually worth it… As long as I keep my end goal in mind. elliot | 5:00 PM |
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Friday, March 25, 2005
This thursday Taylors college had their multi-cultural festival and students were given the opportunity to sell items for economical benefits. For some stupid reason, i had this brilliant idea to sell ice-cream. It made sense at first.... Ice-cream is always a good idea on a hot day, especially since its the refreshingly soft kind. Not to mention that i got it whole sale at a dollar a litre. So along with this cunning plan to make big money i went, happily spending $65 on cones,sprinkles,ice cream, ice cream scoops and ice to keep it from melting. I wasted over 5hours of my time organising and preparing for the big day when i would claim my booty selling ice-cream. On the day its self, i was left standing all alone at my stall which attracted all eyes but repelled everyone that passed by. I made a profit though! But that profit totalled somewhere in the negative region, the few cones i did sell covered all but $20 of my start up cost. Sigh, $20 dollars less and a lesson learnt for that day..... Selling stuff ain't easy and organsing a stall isn't either! elliot | 4:18 AM |
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Saturday, March 19, 2005
The minimum score required to get into medicine at monash University...360/400 My average test results: 80% Time for some serious studying and mugging. elliot | 3:01 AM |
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Friday, March 04, 2005
Flashy lights, smoky air, alcohol everywhere, dance music with a beat that makes your entire body vibrate with the force of the massive subwoofers just 2meters away from you. Not to mention watching your friends get down and shake their asses like you've never seen before,one of the most disturbing sights is seeing your good friend rub his entire frontal area against your 'good female' friend's behind in a slow rythmic motion holding her ass all the while. Thats clubbing for the first time for you. snuck in with fake IDs, danced until there was a drug bust and a fight so we had to leave. Had a girl in our group get drunk, and hung around the local seven eleven at bourke street until the dorm's main doors unlocked at 630am telling ghost stories all the while. Will never go clubbing again unless someone forces me to go!!! Clothes had a badddd smell, shoes had gum stuck on the bottom, slept through the entire saturday,had a very irritating 'ring' in my ears till the next day and got a runny nose on sunday. elliot | 7:42 AM |
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Thursday, February 10, 2005
About two months ago, The circumstances that I was in told me that I no longer had any reason to live. That to die the next day was perfectly ideal. Up until that point, I had no idea what life was really about. It was not just about the fun times you had at school, nor was it all the outings you had with your friends, Life included everything that could possibly happen to you, good or bad. When you feel that life absolutely sucks and depression and sadness could not possibly enter another level. Stop. Think. This is your life, you can only live it once, EVERYTHING is an experience of life. Without the ‘downs’ of life, life would just not be life, it would be a fantasy world. Although sometimes the world makes you feel so incredibly sad, go ahead and take some time off for yourself but know that life WILL go on. It does seem depressing looking at the inevitability of death in 60-70years time but your life does serve a purpose. Whats your life’s purpose? elliot | 1:29 AM |
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Sunday, February 06, 2005
It has been almost two weeks living in the down-under…. Funny, it seems like an eternity since seeing my friends and family send me off at the airport. It has also been aeons ago since meeting my new group of friends here. Time has passed so slowly and Melbourne, in this short time, has almost become home to me. I feel totally natural walking down the streets at 5 in the afternoon and watching all the shops close. I know every street and alleyway like the back of my hand and can get to the nearest supermarket in case of a magi-mee shortage in the dorm. In the solitary space of my single room, I spend my time doing homework, reading my novel, the bible and daydreaming-----Of loved ones past, friends I’ve left behind, the AC cross team, new friends I’ve made, that girl I really like… But the one thing that stuck to my head the most is what will the future bring? God tells us to not worry about our lives and to trust it to him to guide us through but I still can’t help but wonder. What is going to happen in 10-20 years time? Will I meet my old friends? What would they look like? What will they be like? What will my mother and brother do? Will my bro become a homeless beggar or will he start up a blue-chip company? What university course will I go into?(Now I just know its either medicine or some science course) What and where will I work? Sigh… the future awaits… sometimes it is just so exciting wondering what will happen to me or sometimes, I get fill with apprehension and a sense of hopelessness whenever I think ahead. Anyway, even though its only 15 or so years old, my bloody dorm is haunted. Some three nights ago, at around 11pm, some malay girl was looking at her covered window when some fingers pulled the blinds apart just enough to allow two ghastly white translucent eyes to glare at her. After two or three whole seconds of returning the eyes an equally intense gaze, she screamed so loud that half the boys woke up(boys stay on level one and girls stay on level two). Apparently a spirit was also seen by last years batch walking around the corridors. I also know for a fact that no one is allowed to rent an apartment on the sixth floor of my dormitory. Maybe because it is haunted or something? Another story that was passed around was that some of the girls upstairs were fooling around with an ouija board.(the board with alphabets on it which the players ask spirits to spell out messages) Suddenly, everyone was placing their shoes in opposite directions and positioning mirrors just inside their doors. At night, more and more people were sleeping with their desk lamps on. Christians also started reading the bible and praying more. So….since that incident, there has not been anymore ghost sightings…(HUEF) elliot | 1:11 AM |
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