Speechless

Alas..despite the long waiting agony, there's still a long way to go. Will it be a smooth one or a winding one, I doubt.

Big Change, Big Move, Big Love

It's the 7th day after the massive earthquake had struck China which had not occured for nearly 3 decades. The media has been covering an extensively detailed information around the clock- live for 24 hours. It's not because I has stayed for the updated news for the whole day for saying that(24 hours), it's just that my home television has not switched to other channels except for the Phoenix and China official state-run media-CCTV. Thanks to my conservative, dull dad.


Though, out of the blue, I benefited from it. I saw how China government has make a tremendous change of their policy by providing a large extend of openness and transparency which is not precedented before. From this, I see how passionate and loving the beings are, how they value live, and the noble loving of the Chinese towards their citizens. Despite being down-hearted by the scene, I'm truly moved. For that moment, curiosity fraught into me of why the western media coverage doesn't show much of those touching scenes and failed to gain more of my sympathy. I doubt. The next move- I logged into the website of both accredited broadcasting media, CNN and BBC.


First thing I was furious about what had been written in BBC was a reporting stated that: "Everybody just ran - rescuers, army relief teams, medical workers and locals - and people who were in the process of being rescued had to be left behind," he said. This sound so much of negative connotation, with stark derogation. What the hell was he thinking he was talking about. People in the process were abandoned??? I wonder if it's a mere language gap of those westerners are just unduly superficial at looking at an issue. According to Phoenix (a globalise chinese media), the authority ordered the dispatched military rescue teams to move out from the afflicted zone TEMPORARILY in concern with their own safety, and yet, tens of the hundreds members were reluctant to leave but end-up hauled out by others from the affected zone. One of the members regretted, saying woefully that if he had only given a chance to save just ONLY ONE more!!! Is that considered selfish by leaving others behind just for their own safety? Are they?Throughout the whole process, we can see how energised and optimistic the rescue teams are. Even the golden key time to survive had pass earlier, they still chanting to save one live even if there's only a survivor left. They are not calculative on how much energy they had expend, or how much pay they will receive for their work. It's a mere believe in the value of live.


Nonetheless, I still see much complimentary on the reaction of the Chinese government after the national disaster, especially from CNN. That's what I call a media professionalism. Reporting with justice, spreading news righteously. I savour on one of the statement made: The message is compelling: This disaster is terrible but the government is doing everything it can, from China premiere, Wen JiaBao.


Indeed, the change made mainly from its hindsight has gained much more respect from the international community and a formidable position for its rival on China. Bravo for China.

Right: The most phenomenal leader ever!!!!

Personality

I can't recall the day when I read about the study carried out which said that the e-mail names tells the personality in an oblique way. In fact, we can predict merely to immaculate by looking at the nick names the users have been used. In this case, it goes the same to blogs. By looking at the contents and the layout, sure the mask unveils.

I'm saying this because I had just logged in to two blogs, where one of the bloggers is the one I have always mention, the other? I can just say we barely know each other. I may sound blatant for describing the relationship in that way, but yeah..whatever...I'm sick of those presumptuous MAN who likes to profess how GORGEOUS and AWESOME they are...apparently-they are NOT!!!!

It fraught with liveliness, perky, sunny ambience in the blog of whom has inspired me all the way.( Though we can see much more of sarcasm in it) The other? Solely religion. I start wondering, what does my blog look like for the others? Maybe a trifle? Since it means as a language tool at the first place. Or perhaps something which worth to read on..where I hope I can enlighten somebody who someday encounters the same as me.( It's all about the fiasco anyway- getting into medicine.)

Talking about it, I just received the confirmation letter from UCAS today. I'm not sure if this is the one I had already prayed for since ages, or something that will cheese me off sooner or later. By the way, I still hope to receive the acceptance of becoming a volunteer during the Olympic Games..and hey..the Earthquake should remain as the main issue for today's blog, and yet I end up with PERSONALITY instead? Be aware of the global issue seems encroaching into my daily life. Everything I done seems like it does have a purpose, rather than it's a mere interest or zeal anyway. Does it show that I'm a subdued and apathetic person? I don't know. But things just end up to be a habit- sports for slimming in the initial; watching news for English; and now what? Blog for money? Photoshop for making a bundle?

While I'm still in the confusing with the whole bunch of questions in my head, maybe I shall end up with my creation today- adding some piquancy. Though it's black and white, I'm definitively sure it would be much more appealing than the banal black and white wordings.

p/s: Am I becoming a paranoid before entering the medical school? Oh well..time flees..

Fortune or Misfortune? 2008 China

2008, a year where most Chinese has anticipated, a year to be deemed as to show the power of China via Olympic Games. While most Chinese are overwhelmed by the event, disasters shattered the heart of all Chinese. From the hazard snow in January, Tibetan issue in March, till the earthquake which struck Si Chuan province on Monday, is 2008 a fortune or a misfortune, still remains unknown.

I should have write this yesterday, but maybe the horrendous images which appeared on the TV shied me away from reminiscing it at the night. The shrieking of people due to the loss of their loved ones embedded in my mind. The grief, the plight, all of that, filmed over me. However, despite all the woe, I saw a dim light in the darkness today on the screen. The rescuers were perky, their spirit was high, giving comfort and conciliation to the victims. I could recall the time where they sang the b'day song to one of the students who trapped under the snab. I still can recall the joy over their face after they had rescue one of those who survive. Positive can still be seen despite the stark life hazard which confront them.

While looking at the news, I start pondering if I'm already a real doc whom is able to save people's life at that time. I looked at the medical team, standing in the front line to save those who in need, I feel meaningful, and moved, deep in my heart. Maybe it sounds absurd, but I do think The Mighty gives me a chance to have a deeper and concrete picture of what a noble doc should do.

Swapping to China, the burgeoning country which gives me a sense of homeland, I do think the ordeals which they have faced are exams which make them grow even stronger than ever. After all this plight, it can be assured that the Chinese will even more unite and forge an unprecedented intimacy. I'm pretty sure my fellows Chinese will pull together to go through the hard time with their innate fortitude. Soldier on, buddies.

I doubt if the continuous events enlighten all the people in the world instead of being only a hit to the people in Republican China; but as for me, it appears to be a novel lessons which inspire me. Maybe I should end up with an unforgettable quote from the China premiere Wen Jia Bao in his visit to the affected area. He said: 只要有一线希望， 我们都会尽百万倍的努力。 ( If there's a sign of hope, we'll endeavour in all means.)

Back to my monastic lifestyle

It's Tuesday, 2 days after my IETLS test; 5 days after a short trip from K.K.. Recalling the day of the test, the whole day appeared to be a quirk of fate. Firstly, I met Ka Mann, a good friend of mine during my days in I.S. To both of our surprise, we took the IELTS test on the same day. The distinct: she showed by her guise but I acted naturally, though I knew it kinda startled me too. I seemed to screwed-up the middle part of parts which gave me a hard time, here I'm referring to the Reading as well as the Speaking. Writing turned out to be the smoothest, followed by listening which in the middle again I slipped a little bit; I had a hard time with the later part in Reading, but managed to sort out on the hardest and missed some checking time on the middle, and as for speaking, the horrifying part of all, drenched me into the ditch at the impromptu part as well. I halted for several seconds, tongue-tied in describing concretely about the recent photograph which I had seen and reason to like it. Again, fate played prank on me. The examiner was MDM Angie Chau, my former IS English Teacher whom had ranked me at a 5.5 band score on speaking just one year then. After the test, I'm not so in the mood. The pouring outside added more to my distress. But Ing Ni is always the one who stand-up quickly after a fall. I recollected the scene during the examination, and Rain's performance in Speed Racer( his demand of English). Yeah, maybe it's true I'll feel down after the result is released, nevertheless, I'll fared more better..We'll see.

This is my new hair style which Mum kept nagging for the entire yesterday morning. She whined about the colour, where she thought 'unhealthy', and reckoned the cutting as 'a primary 3 student hairstyle': an utter obsolete. Well, I don't think it's that bad after all, at least I'm satisfied at that instant when I had finished the other day. Mum kept complaining of the "run-of-the-mill" shape, keep grudging the reason why Maggie(the hairdresser) didn't give me a layer cut on the back. I'm speechless. I didn't ever think of her response would turn out to be like that. Switching to dad, for the first time I saw an 'afresh' look on his face. He gave me credit, which I appreciated so much, so do Brenda. She said that I looked more energetic and lusty comparable to the last one. Actually, deep in my heart, I THINK SO.=) Mainly because it is a new try, for both the colour and the style.

Behind me was my first car, a faded golden My-Vi, where I love so much and much reluctant to let it go. Instead to address it as 'IT', I think it will be more decent to pronounce it as 'HE'. He was the ONLY ONE who BELONGED to me in the past three years, I spent my awesome, frustrating, sad, depressed time with him. He was such a gorgeous company back then. Recollecting, I crashed his body during the first year, the second on the subsequent month, all because of my reckless attitude. The first damage: 15th of October 2005, a month a little more after he had been brought to me, the young and careless master. Since then, he has played his role well. My alternative limbs which brought me to anywhere I wished, and a loyal friend whom I could rely on, cry to. I named him 980, same as the plat number issued to us from the Transportation Department. 980, a much meaningful number to me. =)

The New Leaf

0621, a historical moment in my life, symbolising a turn around, a fresh start instead of an end to nearly 7 months anguish. I'VE BEEN RECRUITED INTO MEDICAL COURSE BY QUEEN BELFAST NORTHERN IRELAND!!!!!!A remarkable event in my life, signifying a new long path where I have to soldier on no matter what.

Irony, that's what sprung up when I reminiscing the past. Back then, I used to despise on this career, saying that I absolutely won't pick to be a doc. for the rest of my life, yet, I've been suffering for months, which for me decades, to wait for only A seat in the medical field in UK. Not long ago, I'm dubious if I can handle it, confuse bout my real interest, feeling blue bout my future. However, after being 'dumped' by other unis which I had applied, it gave me perseverance in this field, out of the blue. Sometimes, I wonder there's the MIGHTY whom enlightened as well as heightened my confidence and zeal in this field. Needless to say, I trust you, My Lord.

This morning, without wearing my spectacles, I opened the UCAS web. Looking at the obscure screen, I thought I'd failed again when I saw the prefix 'UN'. About to log out, I opened my eyes WIDE enough to check through. To my surprise, it's UNCONDITIONAL rather than UNSUCCESSFUL. I've had enough of that bastard word. My Gosh. I can't hold my feelings, running down the stairs, and told mum. I still remembered joy around her face when I told her. We hugged, she even carried me with her petite body. Wow, that's fabulous. Back then, I can't even thought that our relationship will become such intimate as I kind of hate her during my childhood. For the past few months, dwelling in this small rural area, we befriend, sharing all of our feelings, condemning for the 'Man's Mistake'..etc..I appreciate it, Mum, really. The other day, I just told her that I hope I will be able to give her my admission as a Mother's Day gift, I'm glad I've done it. I'm content with all of this, really, THANK YOU.

On the other side,(despite my happiness on the success entry), I feel I'm undertaking such a huge responsibilities. I can't make it clear to WHO, mum? dad? family? patients? myself? I don't know, doesn't even have a pic in my heart. I think this is the so-called ADULTHOOD? No matter what, I'll keep proceeding, never faltered, to fare better!!!=)