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Sunday, April 27, 2008

Church service today rounded off a very dramatic week. Let me recall the things I did, fun and not:

1. Fun - Learnt to play squash on tuesday

2. Not fun - Hit Theng Wai in the eye with a squash ball 45 min after (1.) started

3. Fun - Games with OG at PGP. Re-discovered a bit of my table tennis skills which provided entertainment in church and BMT. Unfortunately the nature of the table, lack of a net and sheer rustiness meant I was quite lousy

4. Not fun - Dived on my water bottle while trying to save a ball. The carabiner went right into my axillar and sent a rush of blood to my brain

5. Fun - Rediscovered playing tennis with Jiayi in PGP. Haven't played since sec. 2. Predictable level of performance

6. Fun - Dinner and the vaunted Island Creamery with OG. Ran into Amanda, Joella + other Urakus there. Guess only the Med people are up and about at this time of the year heh.

7. Fun - Playing Risk and helping Celeste punch out of Australia all the way to India heh. Watching Melvin's 1 pathetic infantry fellow hold off 6 people from Joseph's army. Sheer luck tsk =D

8. FUN - Food trail with hall people across singapore. Encountered hypernatremia, diabetes and hypertension-on-plates. Fattening but fun. In compensation,

9. Fun - Played squash and table tennis with hall people. Am bad at squash. Am getting better at table tennis

10. NOT FUN - walked into the comm hall glass door. Got a pretty baluku. It's still there. Didn't manage to make a witty comeback against Yukit when she called me a few derogatory names for that incident heheh...

11. Fun - Out with Japan trippers at Glen's house. Ate a lot. Played a lot. Planned a bit. Watched "The Transporter 2", which now ranks among my top few most unlikely movies (Along with Die Hard 4 and The Lake House), but nevertheless very fun

12. Funner - Didn't get any vivas. Thank God. I was so scared on thurs and fri whenever my phone rang.

Life is pretty good. All the best to the rest of the NUS population for your exams =) It'll be over soon! And all the best to my juniors in their Med application

~JcZw~ at 2:02 pm

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Am in hall now for the KE M1 gathering which comprises of 3 days of eating, sports and intermediate activities heh. Been fun so far. Got to spend a decent amount of time with my OG too.

But still, this shadow hangs over me, even though I know the God who looks out for me, and did so through PSLE, Os, As, and Medicine Admission is always doing so

I wonder what the next 48 hours will bring.

~JcZw~ at 1:54 am

Monday, April 21, 2008

Just a thought: One of the most special and touching things about AHSJAB's handovers is watching the graduating batch finally realising what splendid friends they have been surrounded with over 4 gruelling years, the miracle of such friendship bred through joy and definitely a lot of pain =)

~JcZw~ at 6:07 pm

Life has been quite weird since pros ended. Despite being scared of results, I didn't bring anything back with me from hall on friday, the result being I had a VERY restful weekend. Wanted to cycle the 42 km on my own just for the fun of it (since young I liked cycling around on my own, but of course I don't mind company either), but was too lazy.

In any case, on saturday I managed to sleep 13 hours! So my sleep debt's paid off.

Anyway, to elaborate on post exam activities: Had a Japanese lunch with my OG then went to watch the Lake House in one of those rented rooms in cineleisure. We watched while MedWeiLun banged away at his opponents on counterstrike, and Glen was yelling expletives in various languages and blasphemous words of various religions while playing DOTA against Jason and Moses heh... It pretty much summed up the diverse personalities of my OG. Pictures are with Julia and in facebook, so I shan't bother to upload yet anyway...

Like I said a few posts ago, its nice to see classmates as living, breathing, friends again rather than androids trying to compete against papers =)

The Lake House was a pretty interesting show, though after I figured it out it became quite predictable. Though there's that thing about changing history and temporal paradox (nothing to do with the brain, its a artistic term), I don't bother too much and just take it as a rather unique love story hahah...

The night was very interesting. Back to KE with Pek and ThengWai. Room draw. Though my mind was quite numb cos I was still quite worried about the so-called ovulation of my follicles (see the last post), I must thank God that I got exactly where I wanted, F206 directly above my present room. Familiar environment, but I guess with a tad more oxygen. I could have gone to E4 if I had wanted to, but nah, I'll stick with Blue rather than Black.

Ah and floorball with some of the Medics and the KE floorball members. I discovered I can run quite fast, but am capable of missing a goal at 2 meters =D All the goals I scored (and there weren't many - I'm not used to scoring goals) were from running through the defence and rolling the ball into the net hahah... Ray noted I had a very high tendency to hit the post given a clear and point-blank shot =Pp Ray, Michael and Amanda's skills with the ball are like whoa

So am not a very good floorball player, but it was fun (brought back all the memories of JC days when we had guy-on-girl competitions and Gerry was dancing around yelling "Kill the guys! Kill the guys!" heh). Am seriously contemplating joining up next year, see how first....

Surprisingly, on sunday afternoon I had occasion to revise anat again, cos my mother was studying the extra ocular muscles, and I was lounging about watching Band of Brothers, so she asked me to come over to "help her revise". It turned out pretty hilarious, with the two of us using a huge gymball as a giant eyeball and me (being the "young flexible one") attaching my limbs to various parts of the ball and pulling to see what movements we got.

Demonstrating the inferior oblique required me to lie on my back with my arms stretched above my head grabbing the back of the ball diagonally.Diao.

Well shall go off to sleep now then. Cheerio!

~JcZw~ at 2:21 am

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Pros are over. Anyone who blog hops around the blogs of various Med students will know that much. But well, never count your follicles before they ovulate. Results are yet to come. Am praying that I'll pass cleanly. There are many ifs which only God knows.

I've been in St. John for 8 years now, 5 of which I've seen the handovers, seen the berets fly after the graduating squad does its final parade. Of the three I couldn't come, it was due to sickness, fencing and NS in that order.

Of the 5 that I was present, 2 was as a cadet, 2 I actually participated in the post-parade tekan-ing (recall, KokKeng and his encounter with the water from the AHS fountain heh), and of course, the most memorable one of which my own squad was part of. Seeing handover as a cadet, an NCO and a senior gives many different perspectives.

Still, things have changed a lot. Maybe I flatter my squad to say that we had one of the most variable experiences in our course of duty. We experienced the old way, the Friday afternoon hell, where a CCA with less than 30 push ups was almost non-existent. We had the period of transition, and we had a taste of the new culture to come before we graduated. It was 3 CCAs after our handover before Soo yee and I first punished anyone.

We experienced victory in competition (Recall watching my squadmates, just sec 2, mere privates, crossing swords, or should I say, bandages, with the sergeants and corporals of the other corps). We also experienced loss, in what our seniors called "our best category" no less.

We experienced the old August-august work year, then suddenly the new June-june one was sprung on us. How Jiayan, Wei Quan, Wei Lun, Soo Yee, Evelyn and the others frantically tried to cook up a plausible new work year to satisfy our seniors (who at that time didn't hesitate to punish the NCOs, even in front of cadets as I recall). And of all the things which happened during our term, the thing we left our mark on the most, was in fact not competition, but in HP.

All the different experiences perhaps gives us a jaded point of view for the division. Like "we did it, why can't they" attitude, which may or may not be good. Sure, we have a wealth of experience which few others can match, but I'm sure no NCO batch likes to hear repeated exhortations of "In my year hor, we......"

The point is, St. John now for cadets, NCOs and even seniors, is nothing like what I remember it to be. I guess that's not so much important cos our most outstanding job is still that of being able to treat anything from a mere abrasion to a greenstick fracture. Of being drilled until our body takes over automatically when we see someone injured.

I do not respect the latter batches less. Every batch has its own challenges which I'm sure they will remember for life. Similarly, each batch has people whom I would trust if I had them as comp team mates, as well as people whom I wouldn't want to do PD with at a school fire drill. That said, I would never train a competition team unless I respected their members and felt they deserved to be trained. My tolerance for slackness is has quite a low threshold haha.

Its just that maybe I'm getting old and inflexible. Change is not all bad, but its something I cannot get used to so easily. But there, I've been one of the most unorthodox people in SJ, so my opinions usually are a bit skewed.

Its gonna be an interesting year ahead. I'll leave it to Ncomp before deciding what my fuure commitment should be.

~JcZw~ at 4:16 pm

Monday, April 14, 2008

The first bout of the tournament is always the hardest. As you step up to the piste all sorts of nonsense is running through your head.

As you plug in the wire you wonder if your blade is working

As your blade is tested you wonder whether you can remember how to fence

As you test your jacket / guard against the opponent's you wonder just what kinda person he is. Will he use length to hit? Does he fence fast? Is he a flecher or a lunger? You've never seen him before, and if you beat him, you'll probably never see him again for the tournament.

How will he attack you and how can you defend yourself or thrash him in turn!?

So much hinges on the first match. The your morale, how fast you warm up. And yet, once "Allez" is given, you may just pull off a brilliant match, maybe even cause an upset. Or you may find yourself flailing against an opponent who is too fast, too tall, too proficient. Or worst, you may find yourself suddenly inept, making ineffective parries, attacking out of ranging, pulling back from too far in, generally looking like an idiot in the face of an opponent who's actually easy

Yet in every tournament there are only two things to be done. One is to put all those thoughts out of your mind. You've trained a year, two full semesters for this match. You may not be as good as your contemporaries, but surely you can survive.

The other is to pray and trust in God. When your back is to the wall (or should I say, to the 2m warning area), that's all you can do. Pray, stay positive and keep fencing. Here we go. 3 days and we'll be through

"Great are you Lord, mighty in strength
You are faithful, you will ever be"
-How Awesome is the Lord most High, Chris Tomlin

~JcZw~ at 11:28 pm

Saturday, April 12, 2008

The price being paid for being a medical student is feeling rather painful at the moment.

Had a rather eventful morning when I woke up rather late (courtesy of having slept around or past 3 am for the past 3 days) and went to the toilet, which usually being so clean, chose today (or rather, yesterday) to have a fit and release its contents over the floor.

Having come into the toilet bleary eyed and my hair stylishly arrayed with a genuine out-of-bed look, I beheld the floor covered with scummy water with black stuff floating about. So stoned was I that I didn't move but just kinda stood there breathing in and out quite heavily to confirm that the stuff there was really, olfactoraly, what I thought it to be.

That thought having taken a saunter down my neurons, I actually debated whether to go into BMT mode, where I stuck my body parts into all sorts of unimaginable places in the course of cleaning the Platoon 1 toilet, and cold bloodedly go and brush my teeth.

But naturally, in the end, discretion was the better part of valour and thinking that it was too early in the day (actually it was past 11) to tangle with intestinal waste products, I retreated blearily to F3 instead.

The day is pretty routine. Wake up, study a bit, get a message from a fellow M1 (Kokpun, Thengwai, Amanda) about going to lunch, EAT, spend the whole afternoon in the study room, EAT, back to the study room, study till 2 am then go back to F106, EAT biscuits then sleep (I'm eating biscuits now heh).

Note the EAT in CAPS, cos eating is just about the highlight of the day. Besides that its spent in this little world comprising 1 table, a laptop, and piles of paper and stuff. =( Occasionally you reach out of your world, ask another M1 a question, then retreat back to your own little space.

Getting to talk normally to one another during meals is akin to seeing all your squadmates again after NCO course haha.

But the fact is, I'm terrified for Biochem. We found the bell curves for the CAs online. My anat is average, my physio, surprisingly, ranges from average to slightly above (how did that happen when I'm so blur when answering Ray and Thengwai's questions in the study room??), but my Biochem is baddd. Seems impossible that people pass.

Its like going for a critical epee bout in priority time with your opponent having priority! Its hard, its do or die, you have one chance, and elimination from this tournament is going to prove rather costly. And I'm not really sure what my opponent's gonna throw at me, cos his profile has been one of MCQs in the CAs, compared to the MEQs and EQs he's gonna show now. As for me, I'm not really sure what attack pattern to use also.

AhhhhhhhhHhhh =(

Ah heck. Anyway I'll just see what happens. I recall a message from a friend in JC saying "our heavenly father will never leave you nor forsake you", something which I have to keep remembering.

Guess I only can do my best right, then its up to God. So not all the exploding toilets in the hall will keep me from mugging my brains out in this last stretch!

~JcZw~ at 2:48 am

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

A totally random post:

One of the most humiliating experiences I had as a kid occured when I was in Primary 5. Just after streaming. On the second day of school.

In front of all my new classmates! Horror of horrors.

It wasn't the usual "forgot-your-textbook-and-get-thrown-out-of-class", nono, not even the notorious hokkien huay guan teachers (which actually weren't that bad) were that mean on the first few days of school haha... It was far more mundane.

It was when my form teacher asked me (who, by virture of my height, or lack thereof, was sitting right in the centre, right in the front of the class as per normal) to help her lower the OHP screen. I was so taken aback because no teacher ever asked me to do this before. To me, the Lowering of The OHP Screen was only done by a privileged few who were, invariably, tall, garang, loud, and male, 4 qualities of which I only had the latter one.

So up I got, slowly. Slowly. Walked to the front of the class wondering why no one was saying anything. Maybe they thought it was normal, maybe they were just being polite. But I kinda knew what the outcome was. It's a simple fact that until I went to St. John in sec. 1 I was a very very unfit little boy. I could run my (then) 1.6 km faster than anyone in the class save for one boy from atheletics, but I couldn't jump, an occasion which this task called for.

So there was I, all alone, a tiny fellow all of 1.35 m (I still remember my height cos I was shorter than the shortest girl in my class, who's height was 1.355, a difference which she never let me forget) against the towering OHP string, wondering why they didn't make longer strings which reached the ground.

Up I leapt. My hand brushed the string. And again. I am so sure that it was the passing wind of my hand which caused the string to move. By now the titters behind me were fast becomig audible. I'm pretty sure I was vasodilating with agitation and embarrassment, but thinking that what one arm couldn't accomplish maybe the other could.

Up I went with my left hand. Missed. Flailing about in mid air was hardly the most glam of positions. I can only imagine what it looked like from the seated audience.

I tried, I really did, but the whole thing ended with the arrival of my teacher who said "okok, I've got it, thanks" and oh-so-casually drew down the OHP screen. I went back to my seat smiling bemusedly with my classmates barely concealing their mirth. Such is the quality of the things one finds amusing in primary school.

While we're on that, I always sat in front of my class all the way until sec. 4, except for the first few days of sec. 3. After that in JC I had an aversion to sitting in the front row and usually relegated myself to the back or to the second row heh. I'm still shorter than all my guy primary school classmates, and mostly shorter than the general population of males in Singapore my age. But I'm now taller than my teacher (and hopefully most of the girls in my class)

But it was nice, for that short while, for someone to actually believe that I could do something which I never believed myself to. I also dunno why I'm writing this. Maybe there's some deep moral which I could learn from it. But until then, Biochem calls to me =)

~JcZw~ at 10:54 am

Friday, April 04, 2008

2004: VJC Fencing is set up
2005: 1st ever medal won at U17s
2006: 1st ever gold medal, 1st ever team medal, 1st A-division gold
2007: 1st ever girls' medal, 1st ever team gold medal, 2nd A-division gold
2008: 1st ever girls' team medal, 1st ever B-division medal

Every year something new happens. Had been praying so hard that something would show for all the effort put in this year, and lo and behold, the hard work paid off, on a wing and a prayer. It does not surprise me that not a batch goes by where someone does not win a medal. For a club which only does 1 weapon (though now foil is beginning to appear here and there), it's a pretty good record.

I never thought I'd see the sight of the teachers jumping up and down yelling encouragement to the fencers together with the supporters. I recall one particular incident when the girls were fencing their team event against XJC, and there was a whole crowd of victorians screaming their heads off with each point scored, and scoring quite well they were too. The teacher-in-charge of XJC asked his students "Why are they cheering so loud? They've been losing all the way arh?" and the student replied "I guess must be lor".

The VJ SCs and I who were sitting pretty near them kinda snorted into our palms at the statement as VJ went on to take a pretty convincing win. But no, it was VJ coming back to its normal hard-fighting, hard-cheering self.

At the end of the day, it was a pretty good result and there are so many things I would like to say, but some things are best left to the pictures and to the memories, to be passed down to junior batches for their own inspiration.

VJ Fencing is slowly forming into a formidable CCA with a formidable record which rivals the other sports. The goal which Daniel, Maurice, Victoria, I and the other 05-06 fencers is being worked toward in fine tradition =)

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VJC Fencing on the last day of A-division, with teachers, coaches and seniors

~JcZw~ at 1:45 pm

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

First time I nearly cried during a fencing tournament, but it was cos I was so happy at one point =) It was fine to see all the VJ people cheering, the fencers, the teacher, the student councilors. I never thought I'd see the day!

Well still must keep at the membrane potentials and the gastrointestinal tract though... yuckz...

~JcZw~ at 10:58 pm

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