If I am Missing or Dead...
quite an interesting book, actually. as much as you wouldn't like to believe it it's actually an autobiography. there are quite a lot of autobiographies out there, actually. but most of the time it's like some great people and all... *cough* too many examples. might get carried away there. the two i currently have is by not-so-significant people, actually. one is by paul rusesabagina, hero on the movie hotel rwanda (and of course, fact is a lot more horrifying that fiction. and you already know my distatste for americanized films) and the second is this.
and heck, it isn't as good. not so many morals and meanings and stuff. preferred paul's one. but still. it's rather depressing and all. let me correct that. VERY depressing. reading it kinds of makes you further lose faith in people. not that i have much left, anyway.
but an interesting thing was brought up at the end of it. it says (words not exact) "don't think you're alone. you aren't. if you had asked, there will always be people who will come for you". nice words. but i always wondered the truth behind them. sure, perhaps people like your immediate family would help. that's always a given. but it's the "outside" people that i'm wondering about. if the day should come where you have lost everything and nothing to give, but need help in all aspects, how many people will actually lend a helping hand out of pure goodwill?
let's turn that question around and produce two. if one day you should meet an accident (touch wood, i'm just making an example). when you wake up in the hospital who would you want to see by your bedside? and a more pressing question: who would actually BE by your bedside (immediate family aside) waiting for your return to conciousness? i'm not talking about visiting like 3 days after you wake and all already. that's more of a nice gesture... something akin to a handshake.
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haven't been able to study much, actually. i just realized only how packed my hols are. hardly a free day to mug properly. just two things to write about and get off my chest for a bit. one is holiday in koh samui (weird name) and the second is tha' funny NS health screening thingy that was concluded yesterday.
koh samui is nice. nice beach, small island, lots of greenery and all. i'm probably one of those crazy nature lovers. don't really like man-made landscapes. i think the record for me is sitting at the seaside looking out and away (probably thinking also, but can't remember) for 8 hours at a go. yea, i went back for dinner. dunno, but there's just something about good nature landscape that draws me in.
oh well. that's the good part. the bad part is that i missed all three sunrises >.> sigh. not an early waker. *cough* and wouldn't you believe it, the whole place is like super-americanized. steaks, selling business suits, bar and pubs... blah blah. i swear, there are more americans/europeans than locals there. we stick out like some sore thumbs 'cause we're like not blond. eh. but it's good too. that means we don't get pestered by locals peddling goods =3
NS health screening yesterday (monday) bleh. probably shouldn't have performed so freaking well for NAPFA tests. now i got denied my PES C. bleh. too bad la. PES B ain't too bad... i hope. from the looks of it there ain't any difference... did quite ok on my aptitude tests, i believe. at least i hope so. died for the english component though. my language stinks as usual >.>
agh. they took a bit too much blood though. what they need so much for i don't know. oh well. and the X-ray doctor looks scary. it's like the scientist who created frakenstein, or a Dr.Jenkyll. he's this small midget, with sunken eyes, a dark ring under one eye and just creeps you out in general. and the worse part was he sounds like this old, fat indian lady. (sorry, stereotyping here) as in, we all thought it was some fat woman doing our X-Ray until we saw him. then we got freaked >.>
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ah yes, quote: (from the book mentioned in the title)
"there are only two ways men look at women: down they're shirt or up their skirt"
great half of the species we are, eh. and no don't the women gloat too much, i'm pretty sure i can find something to balance that soon enough.
and heck, it isn't as good. not so many morals and meanings and stuff. preferred paul's one. but still. it's rather depressing and all. let me correct that. VERY depressing. reading it kinds of makes you further lose faith in people. not that i have much left, anyway.
but an interesting thing was brought up at the end of it. it says (words not exact) "don't think you're alone. you aren't. if you had asked, there will always be people who will come for you". nice words. but i always wondered the truth behind them. sure, perhaps people like your immediate family would help. that's always a given. but it's the "outside" people that i'm wondering about. if the day should come where you have lost everything and nothing to give, but need help in all aspects, how many people will actually lend a helping hand out of pure goodwill?
let's turn that question around and produce two. if one day you should meet an accident (touch wood, i'm just making an example). when you wake up in the hospital who would you want to see by your bedside? and a more pressing question: who would actually BE by your bedside (immediate family aside) waiting for your return to conciousness? i'm not talking about visiting like 3 days after you wake and all already. that's more of a nice gesture... something akin to a handshake.
...
haven't been able to study much, actually. i just realized only how packed my hols are. hardly a free day to mug properly. just two things to write about and get off my chest for a bit. one is holiday in koh samui (weird name) and the second is tha' funny NS health screening thingy that was concluded yesterday.
koh samui is nice. nice beach, small island, lots of greenery and all. i'm probably one of those crazy nature lovers. don't really like man-made landscapes. i think the record for me is sitting at the seaside looking out and away (probably thinking also, but can't remember) for 8 hours at a go. yea, i went back for dinner. dunno, but there's just something about good nature landscape that draws me in.
oh well. that's the good part. the bad part is that i missed all three sunrises >.> sigh. not an early waker. *cough* and wouldn't you believe it, the whole place is like super-americanized. steaks, selling business suits, bar and pubs... blah blah. i swear, there are more americans/europeans than locals there. we stick out like some sore thumbs 'cause we're like not blond. eh. but it's good too. that means we don't get pestered by locals peddling goods =3
NS health screening yesterday (monday) bleh. probably shouldn't have performed so freaking well for NAPFA tests. now i got denied my PES C. bleh. too bad la. PES B ain't too bad... i hope. from the looks of it there ain't any difference... did quite ok on my aptitude tests, i believe. at least i hope so. died for the english component though. my language stinks as usual >.>
agh. they took a bit too much blood though. what they need so much for i don't know. oh well. and the X-ray doctor looks scary. it's like the scientist who created frakenstein, or a Dr.Jenkyll. he's this small midget, with sunken eyes, a dark ring under one eye and just creeps you out in general. and the worse part was he sounds like this old, fat indian lady. (sorry, stereotyping here) as in, we all thought it was some fat woman doing our X-Ray until we saw him. then we got freaked >.>
...
ah yes, quote: (from the book mentioned in the title)
"there are only two ways men look at women: down they're shirt or up their skirt"
great half of the species we are, eh. and no don't the women gloat too much, i'm pretty sure i can find something to balance that soon enough.
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