Monday, June 04, 2007 @ 10:19 pm
let's not let our lives spin out of control. let's not forget the people and the things that matter the most. let's not allow the what-nots of this world cloud our penetrating vision. let's do what we do with a goal and with a correct sense of direction.
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I LOVE PIRATES OF CARRIBEAN!!! hahaha. enjoyed the movie thoroughly. it's 3 times better than Spiderman (pardon me if i have offended any Spidey fans). but yeah, Spider-man is good, but Pirates 3 is better. the effects and the plot and all =)) with the big cinema screen and all, it feels like u're really out at sea! makes me miss the OBS sailing days. so cool man. and Johnny Depp is less irritating in the 3rd movie. Keira Knightley simply gets more BEAUTIFUL movie after movie. more poise and all. Orlando Bloom is still like that (no i'm not his fan). Davy Jones is as gross as ever. the tentacles and all. haha. Barbosa is soooo irritating. he and his monkey. ugh. feel like watching again. and oh, Chow Yun Fatt, he barely lived past the 1st hour. quite sad. but oh wells.
NRP has been..... microcospic. but still quite fun. 2mm tissue and all. i have fine eyesight now. i can see that 2 mm strand of hair on u! yes you! wait i think hair is LESS than 2 mm. fine. watched rat dissection on friday. was so heartbroken. the rat was placed into this transparent plastic box, alive and kicking. then the Research Assistant opened the valve to the carbon dioxide tank. and as the evil gas seeped into the tank, the rat clambered to get out of the tank, but the tank joints refused to budge. he grew tired, and slowed in his every movement. till finally, he could move no more. he lay at the bottom of the tank, sedated by the gas entering his lungs. his heart beat furiously, his breathing laborous. his sides heaved in a strenuous effort to breathe. i watched him till he had stopped moving, till his heart stopped beating, till his breath was nil, till his sides were still. there he lay at the bottom of the tank, motionless. the Research Assistant took him out of the box, lay him on a yellow 'Biohazard' bag, picked up a scalpel and a surgical scissors. she cut through his skin, his snowy fur to reveal his organs, the very miracles of life. such complexity in such a small living being. but as i watched him being cut open, and my lab partner enthusiastically watching and asking questions, i ask myself, is this all worth it?
my mum is right. not only about the laborous task of doing microscopic work, but also about the heartbreak with every animal killed. i think no matter how many times i watch and do the dissection, shivers will still run down my spine. and really, when i was watching the process, i was silent and numb. my delayed emotions and reactions are only acting up now as i recollect those images. so cruel. u can never kill a living being 'humanely'. i think i'll name the rat Hector. dunno why. just a random thought. sorry Hector that i used ur aortas, and they used ur lungs, trachea, heart, tail, bladder, vena cava, aorta, and many more. All the mice and all the rats in the animal house, you don't deserve to be born and bred to be slain under the name of Science. sheesh. i think i can't be a marine biologist at this state. shan't go on thinking or i'll have EVEN more weird dreams. NIGHT.
i still dun like PW. ROAR