I'm in Buffalo NY

26 Aug - 1 Sept NY

4 - 7 Sept Niagara falls and Toronto, Ontario Canada

Loving every moment of this.

And surprisingly, I'm not missing many people nor much things about Singapore.  Shows something about my attachment.

Weddings make me feel warm, fuzzy and teary eyed.

Night Festival at the National Museum

whatifs and ifonlys

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Clarke Quay

Pictures!

From my first attempt at event photography with my new Canon 500D

We have a new church building!

2009-06-28 Bartley’s Inaugural Service @ the new building

2009-06-27 Bartley CC Dedication Service 

New Church, New Beginning

$2000 hit, then $200 hit

Canon 500D

Zara Tee

2 pairs of Zara shoes

2.2k poorer.

Yikes.

I need to save for exchange.

grrrrr

Of Life and Death

If 2008 was an eventful year for me, 2009 seems to keep on topping that.

My recent fainting and heart attack scare has increased the frequency of which I ponder about life by a percentage equivalent to that of the recent stock market rallies.  There was one night that I suffered from insomnia because my chest tightened up and I thought I would just die. At that point, death was scary and I didn't want to leave just like that.  Like LIKE THAT. 

Surprisingly, death didn't seem all that scary despite the numerous scares during my hospitalisation. Did I avoid it?  Perhaps.  Laugh it off, maybe.  But if death was like that one minute where I was having my fit, maybe it isn't so bad.  While I was unconscious, it felt as if I sleeping.  Strangely, it was refreshing and at the same time, I felt very light and relieved.  It seems like I wasn't in a state of unconsciousness where I was unaware of anything, but rather, that I was aware and feeling refreshed and recharged, before I started hearing my mom's voice calling out to me.  The rest is history.

Ah well, last year, I dreamt that I experienced death.  This year, I almost died.  Will it get progressively worse?

My supervisor took a couple of days off last week.  When she came back, she told me not to take any chances.  Turns out, she was attending to her friend's funeral last week.  He was feeling very well, went to bed, had a heart arrest and died in his sleep.

Ironically peaceful.

MM Wu

And so, even after my medical review, I remain MM Wu - Medical Mystery Wu.  For convenience sake, the doctor decided to settle on myocarditis - a random viral heart infection, as a diagnosis.  Even though this is highly unlikely as my whole heart wasn't infected, it's the best he could do for now.  All I know is that parts of my heart aren't working very well, and the lines on my ECG tell an abnormal story.  On a brighter note, as long as it's not a straight line, I'm happy.  

As Dr Wong was clicking away at the digitized medical records, I saw diagrams of my heart, with different parts in different colours.  Oh my heart walls are impaired and they're hypo-kinetic!  I am heartbroken, literally.  Anyway, I discovered that I previously did suffer from an undetected viral heart infection.  I tested positive (not for HIV, no!) for some of the viral markers.

I shall return in another 6 weeks to see if they have found the answer.

I'm going home, to the place where I belong...

I will finally be discharged later in the afternoon.  It's been a tough one week and leaving this place sort of closes another chapter of this "tumultuous" life of mine.  While I may be leaving a hospital, there is the sense of 依依不舍 for is a place which I was just about to get used to.  

Last night, it took a while before I fell asleep for I sort of sank into this mood of reflection.  I mean, I will miss the nurses, the doctors - the relationships that I have built up over the past few days.  They now call me by name which is good and I believe that I've been a very good patient during my stay here. :)

They did a "Frankel" test on me yesterday, to check for Bougara (pardon me for any incorrect spelling, I tried to google it but I couldn't find anything about it).  It seems like the test is seldom performed but it involved injecting a sort of medicine into my blood stream that blocks sodium channels to check for the heart's reaction.  It was performed in the neighouring ICU where I stayed there for the first half of the day.  

The senior nurse was chatting with me as she prepared me for the test.  She exclaimed, "Wah! Calvin Klein" when she saw my band peek through as she was placing the ECG nodes on my body.  She asked me the usual questions like what happened, and I proceeded to say that I was in ICU at Mt A.  Then, she asked me to do a comparison between the nurses over here and there.  Haha.  I told her that I was assigned a male nurse when I was in ICU, to which she replied, "Oh, I didn't know you were THAT kind. Can't tell leh."  :S I don't know how I should been feeling after that comment.  Haha.  But that was the quotable quote of the day.

There wasn't a TeeVee so I was bored and resorted to staring at the clock.  It's very interesting to see how the minute hand moves as the second moves.  Does the minute hand move half the distance when the second hand hits the 30s mark? Well, for my clock, that's what happened.  After observing the clock for about 4 minutes, I gave up - it was too excruciating and the nurse came along with newspapers.  I love nurses.

Liz and Grace came to visit yesterday, with gifts in tow i.e. a fish-o-fillet from McDonalds. I know Kenneth will be jealous.  Haha.  We spent the afternoon talking and lazing around, surfing blogs and watching Gossip Girl.  The auntie who comes to give me my afternoon gave me an extra big bun.  According to her, the two remaining ones were much smaller.  In addition, she said this about Liz and me - “你们好像兄妹！”.  Liz was not flattered.  This was preceded by the usual question of who was my girlfriend.  For the record, I said both were. 

At night, I had my brain MRI which wasn't as bad as the cardiac one.  The machine wasn't that deep in and the tunnel had a larger hole. (Hmmmm... that sounds so suspicious.)  The neurologist will be taking a look at it later.  I brought the book "Me talk Pretty Today" by David Sedaris which Grace lent to me while waiting for my turn.  It's about this gay artist.  Interesting stuff.  

So I woke up early this morning to catch the results show of American Idol live.  It's an interesting end to wrap up this whole entire experience of mine.  When I was wheeled in to Mt. Alvernia last Wednesday night, Kris Allen, Danny Gokey and Adam Lambert were battling out for the final two slots.  I remember catching the show at the corner of my eye while waiting for the triage.  So Kris Allen won and as much as it has been a long and eventful journey for him, it has been the same for me too, just much shorter.

To the doctors and nurses, a very Big thank you - Dr. Andrew Pang, Dr. Lau Yang, the MOs Dr Troy Phua and I can't remember his name, and to all those who came to visit, Gilbert, Renhe, Prof Ong, Jo, Kok Wei, Ian, Zhong Wei, Cheeks, Ben, Piang, Singyong, Esther, Glenn, Nic Foo, Krystle, Daphnie, Yifang, Liz, Grace, Kenneth and all the wishes on facebook, smses, calls etc. and to Sze Min and LKCSP for the teddie and flowers.  Thank you for supporting me through this journey of getting well again, and of enforced rest.  I know it isn't stress that got to me.  ;) 

So I'll be back in about an hour.  Home sweet home.

Then it's back to rehearsals for the Stageit production next week. ;)

I'm back!

I am fine...I think.

This was unfinished and unposted.

Now, where should I start...

Okay, I'm currently warded at SGH Ward 44, Bed 8.  It's a class A ward so I get my own room, own toilet, own nurse etc. etc.  I'm not rich - it's just that everything here is covered by insurance.  Whoots. 

I'm been sitting, lying and rotting around here since Thursday afternoon.  I was transferred in from ICU at Mt. Alvernia so that the insurance would pay for my medical bills.  So perhaps right now, I should plunge into a chronological sequence of what happened...

On wednesday night, at about 10.25 after the daily HK drama, I stood up from the couch and walked a few steps to get a piece of tissue.  As I was walking back, I suddenly felt light headed and everything started going dark.  I plonked myself back on the sofa to rest and thought that I had fallen asleep.  It turned out however, that I had extended all my limbs and my eyes had rolled back for about a minute.   I was awoken from the "nicest, most peaceful" (in all honesty) sleep when my mum was screaming my name and slapping me awake, asking me what happened to me.  All I knew at that time was something out of the ordinary had happened, and that I wasn't in a very good shape.  In fact, after this whole "fit" episode, I just felt very tired and wanted to sleep.    Both my parents decided they had should drag me to the nearest hospital.  Though I was weak, I could still afford to half drag myself to the car.

On the way there, my dear mom, having had too many doses of local drama didn't allow me to sleep despite my numerous requests.  She kept asking me all sorts of questions, which were all mundane and not-too-exciting.  (Of course I wanted to sleep).  Anyway, I vomited in the car, not all over the seats thankfully, but into the nice grey container dustbin.  Oh it finally found its true purpose!

They decided to keep me under observation at Mt Alvernia pending further blood tests results and because my ECG was abnormal.  I was warded in a 6-man room, of which my addition to it, made it half full.  There were two old man, one on my right and another, at the corner of the room.  One man on the right was healthy, and sounded learned, with a crisp accent and had the voice of a able-bodied young adult.  When I heard him converse with the nurse, I had the impression that someone my age was situated next to me - needless to say, I was wrong.  Old man in the corner was clearly, pardon my directness, on his deathbed.  He was having great difficulty in breathing, with his throat constantly getting clogged with mucus.  Each breath seemed to take a huge amount of energy of out him and cause great pain at the same time.  He was literally, drowning in his own mucus.  At every half an hour interval, the nurse would have to come in and suck out the mucus from his oesophagus and the sound of the suction and the choking just wasn't very pleasant to the ears.

Of course old man in the corner was in great distress and he made it clear through the sounds he was making. And, he was causing old man and me great distress.  Besides the gurgling breathing sounds he was making, throughout the night, he kept moaning and groaning.  It's worst than sleeping with a giant that snores thunderously.  In my words, he sounded as if he was having bad sex throughout the night.  The nurse who wheeled me in had initially joked that there was radio, just one channel only and my goodness, this channel was a nightmare.  And so, I couldn't even sleep at all on the first night I was warded.

The next day, I went for the scheduled Echo and ECG scans.  My blood tests had showed elevated levels of cardiac enzymes which signaled some form of damage to my heart.  The heart specialist who did my Echo noticed that the posterior walls of my heart weren't moving and henceforth suspected that I had a heart attack.  This was the reason why I was whisked to the ICU so that I could be under constant monitoring.  

I was left alone outside the Echo scan room while the doctor made the arrangements.  And I was scared to say the least;  I was nervous too.  I mean, at 22, no one wants to be told that you've suffered a heart attack and to get whisked into ICU with no idea what exactly is going on.  Would I die? What would happen?  I didn't know.

So I was pushed up to level 4 where I was hooked up to the machines, stripped practically naked with a look of confusion and bewilderment. Honestly, I couldn't understand what the fuss was about.  And so, I became the healthiest person in ICU at Mt Alvernia.

  

Apple, Banana and Vending Machine

There is a pantry in my office.  There is a vending machine in the pantry.  There is a vending machine, which doesn't need coins.  There is a vending machine, and cans of drinks drop out at the touch of a button.  Green tea, coke, coke light, Nescafe iced-coffee.  Qoooooooo...

Press and drop.  Press and drop.  Press and drop! FREE.

Cheap thrill.

And Mondays are apple days, and Wednesdays are banana days.

Life is a little better.

First day at GE

I'm interning at one of the world's most admired companies, GE!  

The first day of my internship was rather slow moving but I was given a list of readings, the first being FAS pertaining to non-performing loans.

Anyhow, I've gotten my Wharton exchange package already so it's time to get down to doing the mundane paper work.   Plus, I managed to maintain my GPA and even improve on my current buffer - all this, despite getting a B.  So it's more or less fixed just nicely for Yr 3 internship applications :)

Mon -  Eye chalet, Wed - Roy's chalet, Thurs - Dinner with Cheeks, Esther, Ben, ZW, Fri - rehearsals and Timbre with the army gang, Sat - mother's day celebration.

Money is flowing out like no one's business.

Then again, I think I have to reward myself for a job well done this term.

I wish I had many many marni.

Be still my bleeding wallet.

Be still my beating heart.

Thou shalt not lust after consumer goods. 

Refocus, Rediscover, Refresh

That's what I need to do after this term.  I need to refocus, rediscover and refresh my passion for learning.

I have a dream to become the next valedictorian and I think I will try my best to achieve it.

This term has been rough to say the least.  A lot of things have happened in the past few months -  there was a point of time where I almost sank into depression.  But God has been good and faithful, despite my unfaithfulness.

Yet, I keep wishing I had done better.  Hoping and praying that there would be some improvement or change.  Ah well, you win some, you lose some.

And so, I'm looking forward, very much actually, to Wharton and hopefully, that will be a life-changing experience.

My dad and his weird noises.

I'm not talking about farting and snoring, no.  My dad seems to be a firm believer of weird and wacky "chinese" remedies, such as rolling two giant iron balls in one hand and right now, hitting himself with this weird cane thing.

There's this particular "clang" that the iron balls make, which resonates throughout the entire house.  I imagine small little triangles that are inside each of the iron balls.  And to add to the visual imagery, these iron balls are silver in colour, with intricate dragons carved onto the surface.  CHEEEEEENA-fied to the max.

Recently, dad seems to have gotten into this weird new habit of hitting himself with a bunch of canes.  And the sound of it transforms the entire house into a chinese temple, with a multitude of worshippers shaking cans filled with small little divination lots.  It is bearable for a short while, but after that, I just feel like cutting those canes up and using them as satay skewers. The sound just drives me nuts.  Absolutely nuts.  Furthermore, it's about to pour outside so I can't get out of the house.   

I found out that mum will be in the states for 3 weeks so... it's online shopping with cheap shipping!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHEE!!!!!

Post exams...

Just came back from watching Friday the 13th.  I was forced into paying to get scared.  Anyhow, it was just full of boobs and gore and chock full of ideas to inspire potential serial killers. Then again, given my imagination, I could do better at creating even more gory methods of killing. 4 people were killed within the first 15 minutes.  Yikes. 

random impulse buys (from left to right): 

nice purple sketch, local literature and cute bear bear t-shirt

So the exams are over and I've been spending most of my time trying to get back in shape and colour (going to the gym and tanning) and catching up on my favourite dramas.

I've sort of gave up on getting an internship and accepting my fate of going back to my old audit firm, which fortunately, is paying quite well. So I suppose that's a consolation for not getting a good internship but I do hope that I will be able to learn more things to value-add to my resume and personal development.  I must admit rejections have been depressing, because they have caused me to doubt my abilities but I also attribute it to my honesty about reservist.  It seriously drives me nuts because those dumb asses in the army decided to ruin my future by plonking it right smack in the middle of most, if not all, available internships periods.   So I'm one of the unlucky ones and besides saying "f*** the army", there's nothing much I can do but suck it up.  

On a brighter note, 

Dear Incoming Exchange Student, Congratulations on your acceptance to attend the University of Pennsylvania (Penn) on an academic exchange, starting in the fall 2009 semester. 

Wharton finally accepted me into their fall 09 exchange programme *so phew and Thank God!* So now it's a whole load of paperwork and all, and deciding on whether Singapore Airlines is "a great way to fly" me to Pennsylvania via New York.

We also started on rehearsals for the new play that I will be performing in.  Am loving the director because he's seasoned and he's really teaching me a lot of new things.  For example, we spent the first session just doing improvs with the script, despite being very unfamiliar with it. To me, it was a very new style of directing but Beng (that's what we called him) explained his rationale, of allowing things to happen by accident, to push the boundaries of creativity.  It was all very exciting, new but admittedly draining. I am tres excited about the weeks to come.

Also, I noted that I've been stimulating the economy quite a bit with outside dinners and all when I'm supposed to be saving up for my exchange.  Hopefully, my TA pay will come in soon, plus some good news for my results.

HOPE HOPE HOPE.

Anyway, I love the new book that I bought and here's a short quote that I'm in love with.

"At that moment, something at the back of my mind clicked and it dawned upon me that this was it, what I was hoping for - something more emotional than physical; no passion, no lust, only serenity and contentment, and I was happy."

Sigh...

Maybe it's because there's nothing to keep me distracted after the exams.

Emo.

About a couple more hours!

I may just burst into song after that!

A Moment like this. 
Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this. 
Some people search forever for that one special kiss. 
I cant believe its happening to me. 
Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this

Someone's chasing my grandma!

My dad let the cat out of the bag today after some church organised senior citizen karaoke session.  Apparently, someone has been wooing my dearest grandma for years!  And last week, he asked her, but she outrightly rejected him.

You go mama! MAMAMAMAMAMAMAMA!

What my name means

From here

You entered: Wu Wei Chyuan Winston

There are 18 letters in your name.
Those 18 letters total to 87
There are 7 vowels and 11 consonants in your name.
 
What your first name means:

Chinese

Male

Either 'army squad' or 'crow' or 'sorcerer'.

Your number is: 6

The characteristics of #6 are: Responsibility, protection, nurturing, community, balance, sympathy.

The expression or destiny for #6:
The number 6 Expression provides you a truly outstanding sense of responsibility, love, and balance. The 6 is helpful and ever conscientious, making you quite capable of rectifying and balancing any sort of inharmonious situation. You are a person very much inclined to give help and comfort to those in need. You have a natural penchant for working with the old, the young, the sick, or the underprivileged. Although you may have considerable creative and artistic talents, the chances are that you will devote yourself to an occupation that shows concern for the betterment of the community.

The positive side of the number 6 suggests that you are very loving, friendly, and appreciative of others. You have a depth of understanding that produces much sympathetic, kindness, and generosity. The qualities of the 6 make the finest and most concerned parent and one often deeply involved in domestic activities. Openness and honesty is apparent in your approach to all relationships.

If there is an excess of the number 6 in your makeup, you may exhibit some of the negative traits associated with this number. There may be a tendency for you to be too exacting and demanding of yourself. In this regard, you may at times sacrifice yourself (or your loved ones) for the welfare of others. In some cases, the over zealous 6 has difficulty distinguishing helping from interfering. You may have difficulty expressing your own individuality, because of involvement with responsibilities and causes. Like all with the Expression of the number 6, it's quite likely that you worry much too much.

Your Soul Urge number is: 9

A Soul Urge number of 9 means: 
With a 9 Soul Urge, you want to give to others, usually in a humanitarian or philanthropic manner. You are highly motivated to give friendship, affection and love. And you are generous in giving of your knowledge and experience. You have very sharing urges, and you are likely to have a great deal to share. Your concern for others makes you a very sympathetic and generous person with a sensitive and compassionate nature.

You are able to view life in very broad and intuitive terms. You often express high ideals and an inspirational approach to life. If you are able to fully realize the potential of your motivation, you will be a very self-sacrificing person who is able to give freely without being concerned about any return or reward.

As with all human beings, you are prone to sometimes express the negative attitudes inherent to your Soul Urges. You may become too sensitive and tend to express emotions strongly at times. There can be significant conflict between higher aims and personal ambitions. You may resent the idea of giving all of the time and, in fact, if there is too much 9 energy in your nature you may reject the idea. You may often be disappointed in the lack of perfection in yourself and others.

Your Inner Dream number is: 6

An Inner Dream number of 6 means: 
You dream of guiding and fostering the perfect family in the perfect home. You crave the devotion from offspring and a loving spouse. You picture yourself in the center of a successful domestic unit.

Someone like you...

Early morning rush, train was,

Crowded.

City Hall interchange, squeeze,

Someone.

Who looked like you, just plumber,

Fatter.

The face, like yours, memories.

Couldn't.

Looked at face, then turned away,

Painful.

I miss you, I miss you so.

Really.

Exams. 'Nuf Said.

Just before tax exam and bed...

Mugged tax with Nic Foo and Krystle today.  And thankfully, it was a very fruitful session.  We all feel ready for tax, and hopefully, we are.

Nic and I discovered that we were from the CDLC @ Bartley and were possibly in the same class...now did Auntie Jane mention Nic to me before?  Hmmm... I wonder.

Anyway, I shall try to unearth treasures of the past... as soon as the exams end.

Will be speaking at the Thursday tea session with potential LKC scholars, and it's for the girls.

GIRLS. GIRLS. GIRLS.

So envy me.  Haha.

.

A+

Tax.

Dream.

Dream.

Dream.

Tax.

A+

.

"I'm your son!"

I took the liberties to open a packet of titbits just now.

My dad came over and said, "Who gave you permission to open my titbits?"

Me: "I'm your son! Whatever is yours is mine!"

Dad: "So whatever is yours is mine."

Me: "I'm not sure if it works that way."

I'd like to do something like that...

To send a message;

Oh so simply,

sweetly,

beautifully.

A craft.

What a craft!

Church is the place where you find rest..

I realised how true that is.

Because I sleep during sermons most of the time.

Okay, I'm not the most pious Christian around I guess.

Production in a few hours.

I just had an exhausting but fruitful rehearsal.

I hope I have enough energy later.

I think I need to sleep...

Just came out from the shower.  

But before I showered, I squeezed facial cleanser on my hands, and slapped it on my hair.

Well done.

Well done Winston.

Tired

Shag. Rehearsals are tiring. So are classes. And there's a mountain of things to study for for the exams.

I SMELL DEATH.

DEATH BY TAXES. DEATH BY CORP. DEATH BY MARKETING. DEATH BY ETHICS. DEATH BY LOW GPA.

I SMELL DEATH.

Life...can be depressing.

Jon Ji's in the hospital, with some weird infection that has caused him to lose 20% of his eyesight...

Liz's cousin passed away from his battle with brain cancer...

the promising lawyer in the HK drama died, leaving behind his grieving girlfriend. He didn't read the email she had sent him moments before, telling him she forgave him...

she is so guilty and sad and miserable and she keeps crying and she makes me want to cry.

life is so sad. sad.

Friday Mornings...

With a post-gym aching body and Bun set from Koufu - couple of half-boiled eggs, kaya lo-ti and ko-pi.

Simple things in life. Happiness.

There is hope!

There is hope! There is hope! There is hope!

I just got called about my availability during the summer for my second interview.

CROSS FINGERS.

X

X

X

X

X

I am Jia Kantang. (Eat potato.)

<<手提>> The Laptop
演员	Cast
雷莎莎	Shasha Lei
胡伟全	Winston Wu
导演	DIRECTOR
陈志豪	Zhihao Chen
<<躲雨>> Shelter in the Rain
演员	Cast
宋扬	Yang Song
洛欣亚	Cynthia Hsin Ya Louh
导演	DIRECTOR
梁心怡	Cindy Xin Yi Leong
<罗密欧与朱丽叶>> Romeo & Juliet
演员	Cast
骆欣亚	Cynthia Hsin Ya Louh
冯源	Owen Yuan Feng
钞 楠	Scarlett Nan Chao
梁帆	Fan Liang
钢琴	PIANO
姜宏川	Hong Chuan Jiang
导演	DIRECTOR
张雅思	Ya Si Zhang

Another one to add to my collection

B

for ethics midterms

CORP IS OVER.

CORP IS OVER.

What happens when I don't get enough sleep.

I Heart me Marketing Prof

Dear Class,
 
This is the time of the term when the RPAS (Research Participation Anxiety Syndrome) hits and catches on and consumes all your waking hours. You wake up with a cold sweat wondering if those 3 points will cost you your grade, your scholarship, your gf/bf and your dreams of a contented life. You wake up at 1 a.m. to check for new studies, burn joss sticks, redouble the prayers, abstain from meat/alcohol/sex - and see if you can sign up after that.  And when there is still no response, you start wondering if there is any meaning left in life after all.  And start reading more carefully the articles about legalizing euthanasia in Singapore.
 
Haiz! Terribly sorry about the anxiety caused because of this requirement in MKTG 101.  If it is any consolation, this is not my fault :D  Nope, that is no consolation.  For now, note this much - the system guarantees you three chances to participate by the end of the term, and the co-ordinator, Prof Cathy Chen knows exactly the situation with how many studies need to be run to cover those students with 0, 1, 2, 3 studies left to be completed.  So something will happen between now and end of the term.  And enough opportunities will be created for all.  So please do not fret about this. I will also bring in a questionnaire to class next week, so that you can do at least one more in class.
 
I hope that helps relieve the RPAS for you. Listening to cheerful upbeat jazz might also help.  Some iced green tea is not a bad idea. Or hug a random person around you. Whatever works! 
 
Soothingly yours,
Doctor Swchung