Absolutely drained, less than 30 hrs of sleep in 10 days. Can you believe that? Even less than EAMSC07 in taiwan!!

Hong Kong got THIRD in paper presentation and FIRST in poster presentation!! Not only were we the only country (uh, region) out of the 12 who won BOTH presentations, we even got the AMSA International Challenge Trophy!! Snatched it from Malaysia at long last!! Cultural performance was also a success! Every bit of hard work was worth! Well done, please give a big hand to the Hong Kong delegation!!!

A picture speaks a thousand words and I’m too lazy to type, so please sit back, relax and enjoy a few of the 1600+ photos taken throughout this 10-day span (down to 1377 now…)

As I’ve mentioned b4, dgs will be bulldozed and taken down in July 2008, therefore the old girls’ association has organized a get-together open day for alumni to share their memories, take some photos and simply have some fun around the campus, for the very last time for some.

There were many stalls and counters around the school hall, sort of like mini bazaar, and I was on stage, in charged of drawing portraits upon request by alumni for $80 during the event, but first I had to draw for the 2 headmistresses (Junior and senior school)

Our BELOVED headmistress, Mrs S Lau, couldn’t recognize me until someone introduced her ‘artist’
She sure looked shocked, so did I:

“Oh… Lucci…. this is Lucci??? Oh my dear…. Lucci you remember what you did when you were in F.5???????”

I sure did.

so here’s the story:
I was practising my rollerblading around the school carpark for the school musical, when someone suddenly pushed or tripped me so I lunged forward. I felt a crack somewhere near my blades. hmm, the blades were fine, not even a scratch, so I looked down.

“jesus christ, I’m in deep shit”

In front of me was half a car licence plate on the concrete ground, with the rest of it still attached to the bumper of the car.

I placed the detached half back onto the bumper, hoping it would fall off somewhere in the street on her way home so that nobody could be blamed. I then took off my blades and left. What the hell was I thinking? the headmistress must hv been just around the corner, since I was pulled back to the car right away.

“So what are you going to do now?” the headmistress demanded.

“stick it.” I answered

It was only then when i realized there were crowds and crowds of girls standing on each floor of the symon’s block (The building next to her parking space) staring down at this culprit.

Woh hooo! I’m famous!

***

“Oh Lucci…. do you know where my licence plate is now??”

“Uh… where?”

“It’s still on my car!”

OMG…. I must have done a great job sticking it!!!

“Oh dear… you’ve changed so much, Lucci I could hardly recognize you! You know how much you have changed??? You look so much more mature already! And your voice has changed!! What are you doing now? Oh!! Medicine at CUHK?!! Undergrad at Imperial College? Oh dear…. there’s always a story behind every dgs girl… you know how much I’m always so proud of you girls? Oh Lucci… I have to take a picture with you… You’ve grown up…so much…”

me: -___-”

my friends added (after the headmistress left):
“Yes Lucci has grown up and now she can smash your whole CAR into metal dust”

I’ve wanted to summarize my first year at the Chinese University of Hong Kong ever since my summer holiday started, but never found the time to. But I guess I gotta stop procrastinating on this. So ta-da, here it is. Apologies about this delay.

1 year at CU…. I’d say it’s even more fruitful than all 3 years at Imperial College London added up…

I’m by no means undermining my Super Duper Gik Ong universitymates + CLC schoolmates over there in London. You all know how much I miss our times at 33 Palace Gate playing Mario Kart from sunset till sunrise; baking white chocolate + strawberry muffins; sitting around the table working on the V-show booklets; walking home at 2am from N9 night bus station on that slippery kensington high street under the endless drizzle; shopping for hot pot ingredients at China Town and Japan Centre; bumping into friends wandering around Sainsbury’s at 4am searching for discounted chocolate chip cookies… and the warm feeling that a vast majority of my friends actually live within 10 minutes walk from home.

but it’s the actual University life I’m talking about. The quality of time spent at the campus.

Don’t be misunderstood. I very much respect Imperial College London as a university, as much as any other alumni. I did not like skipping lectures like some other colleagues did. I enjoyed strolling across the Queen’s Lawn from Sherfield Building to Skempton building, each step brings about a soft grassy crackling sound with a mild fragrance of an overnight-rain-on-grass, as the reflection of the Queen’s tower comes to view onthe exterior of Sir Alex Flemming building. This routine now becomes walking downhill from Basic Medical Science Building to University KCR Station.

I was a committee member of the Chinese Society as well as Bioengineering Society back in IC, and I did play hockey for a while until practices clashed with Chinese society events. I participated in drama, hip hop and design in V Show’s throughout those 3 years. Nearly an identical clone of my responsibilities at CU – Executive Committee of Asian Medical Students’ Association and Softball ‘jong’, and softball university team.

but it is just different.

Back in IC, interpersonal relationships has been the one single hardest thing to tackle. There were countless moments when I felt indignant, frustrated, especially when it comes to Chinese Society. It may be just London or Chi Soc, but I convinced myself that university must have been a transition between the all-protective high school life and the merciless society. Fair enough, 3 years’ time to adapt to the brutal reality that the world out there is one consisting of bribery, hostility, politics — everybody thrive to be defensive in certain inappropriate ways. I learnt to be tough and do as the Romans do. A different side of me eventually developed. All I thought about before my every move were the consequences for my own good. Things seldom go my way and all I did was moaning– I should have done this or that. I was never ever happy with what I got since all I did was to compare.

After graduation I left for South America and Africa for a little break.

I commenced my CU studies with the same mentality as I did. But one thing shook me.

Life can be simple.

Forget about bribery. Forget about hostility. Forget about politics.

Surrounded by an inoffensive environment, on the contrary, I seem to be much more productive. Not only have I learnt a hell lot more academically, but my extra-curricular-activities are now more than just organizing parties, discos, chinese food fairs. It feels great to realize that I’m on my way to making an impact on the soceity, no matter how insignificant it may seem. This may be the seed to pure contentment — the peculiar feeling I’ve had: when little Angelica smiled at me at the Ecuadorean children’s clinic after her surgery; when Duma the cheetah purred while resting her head on my lap; when the African Bushmen laughed while forcing me to admit that I know Kung Fu just because I’m from Hong Kong. My mental well-being is enhanced by my lowered threshold to satisfaction. Still as ambitious as a Liyeung, but I also learn to pause once in a while, look back at what I already got and count my blessings – CUmedic2011, AMSA, CUHK Softball.

Thanks for reading my blabber. I can’t believe I’m still typing at 3am while I’ve been a walking zombie since 10pm.

 

SSM 1006 Human Structure 囉左獎

SSM 1106 Topical 囉左獎

(中大medic yr 1 每年要做2 個叫SSM既小組presentation. The top 2/3 groups get a prize.)

AMSAHK 去台灣﹐

Paper presentation 囉左獎

Poster presentation 囉左獎

仲有最重要既﹐

CUHK Softball 都囉獎﹐仲要係香港女子大專賽總冠軍

I am so proud to be part of all these award winning teams.

2007 is an award winning year, and I’m not going to let anything ruin it.

 

Lucci Liyeung, please read and reread this whenever you moan for your underachieving, feel worthless like u always did, or a disgrace of the liyeung family tree, because I assure you now, that you are not.

Is that it?

Does this mark the end of my first ever Inter-U softball season?

The idea of winning this game did not immensely sink in until my team mates left my place at night, when I was alone at home. As I’ve said so many times, this game really meant a lot to me. We’ve ventured a long way: from UST, to CityU, to HKU, to PolyU, to meeting HKU again. Looking at the photos taken during the game, I felt that everything passed so petrifyingly fast. The game this morning, which justifies today my happiest day in CUHK, suddenly became much like a dream:
The game we’ve all been fighting for, for the whole semester, even the whole year for some, completed;
Our 5-days-a-week hard-core training, which finally paid off, over.
What’s next will be a softball-less month.
a miserable month.

You get what i mean?

This sorrow feeling of emptiness is inevitable yet has to be overcome, especially when final exams are drawing nearer… and nearer.

To be honest, I did not play up to my expectation. Could have done a lot better.

“第８bat 即係另一個第４bat 不過無禁穩定”

(f.y.i. 4th bat is usually the cleanup hitter, the home run player)

I always bat 8th for CUHK. Yes I see my problem. Stability. That’s what I’m seriously lacking. Sometimes I get nice big hits, more often the ball’s fed right into an infielder’s glove. This is ridiculous, unacceptable. I promise, I’ll practise damn hard this summer. Much harder than I ever did.

I love the spirit of this team.
Simply enjoy playing with you guys.
Such sweet memory for my first year in CUHK.


Thank you CUHK Softball for not giving me up despite all the errors I make on the field, constantly. I don’t mean to sound mushy, but I feel really really touched to get to play in every game. Thanks for giving me this chance. I really appreciate that. I hope you guys had fun at my place – ps2 drums, wii (Thanks beverly for lending!), mario kart, jamming songs, blowing water, pizza, kfc….. Looking forward to playing with you guys again in summer after our exams.

Thank you Lilian Rosinni Tammy Michelle and Jimmy for coming to watch us play. Your support really really means a hell lot to me. I hope the game did not bore you. And Thanks Jimmy for all the excellent photography. So Pro.


What a perfect end to my first ever season as a CUHK Phoenix.
 

香港女子壘球大專賽
總決賽

中文大學 vs 香港大學

二零零七年四月廿一日(星期六)
上午十時三十分
天光道香港壘球總會

 

你唔係咁激烈既賽事都錯過呀話?

What a game

Phoenix: Skyers
19:4

out of 20+ playes only 9 came, just enough for team. Imagine one of us couldn’t make it during the last minute. That would be an automatic lose. I understand that we all got other commitments, but hey, who doesn’t? Softball’s a team sport, and it’s the effort made to squeeze some time out of our schedules that makes a complete team. Everybody’s participation counts, not one less.

Played Shortstop, batted 4th….dear me, never took up such big positions both offensively and defensively in the same game. Anyway, it was cool. Most balls were hit towards the right side of the field though.

Made my first everr double play at softball. caught a fly out, then with constant screams of reminders from my team mates, I managed to put out the second runner at third base who headed home without realizing I got the ball. Sorry for daydreaming :p

Offensively – 3 at bats, 3 walks. no comments. there were strikes. I need to reshape my mentality in the box.

Everybody’s done a great job. Especially the new playesr. You’re definitely doing miles better than I was when I started baseball. Applause.

*******

As most of you know, I lost my little bunny on Saturday morning, right before I left for softball practise.

Dear little cheetah,

I’m sorry I made up shit loads of excuses when I ignored you for the past month. projects, exams, homeworks, tutorials, various designing tasks, the list goes on. It was completely unfair for you since you did not deserve that at all. But you left just too soon. way too soon. You suddenly became weak and immobile on Friday night the 30th after I return home from softball practise, so I planned to bring you to the vet, during lunch time, right in between my morning softball training and afternoon baseball training. In Tai Wai, when you first visited the vet for diarrhea and dehydration, nearly 2 years ago. you were still a tiny little 4 month-old back then. And you feed on baby food. The vet gave you some antibiotics and you recovered in a flash. Suddenly you became toilet-trained. You’ve always loved to eat grapes, and is kind enough to share with cougar. You loved to dash under the dining table, and it was a nightmare getting you back into the cage before my mom returns home. Then I left HK for a few months in a row. By the time I returned you became big and strong. Yet you still love grapes.

You’ve been active all the time for the past month, saw you standing up and nibbling hay, clinging on the side of the cage staring at me when I pass by. Did not expect anything to happen to you. I thought of letting you and cougar out for a run after my exams. I really did. I was thinking about it when I was having my PMUS exam on 23 March. Also during my PHES exams on 30 March.

But then you left on 31 March, Saturday morning.

I couldn’t stop thinking of this poem, a poem which made me cry back when I was a kid, when I lost my hamster Brownie.

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….

Cheetah, enjoy rainbow bridge. You’ll be the cutest rabbit there is.

 CUHK : POLYU

16:0

good gracious, a perfect game (i.e. poly U didnt hv any hits, didn’t get on any bases – indeed perfect literally)

kudos to CUHK’s Li Kwan who dominated on the mound, big time.
10 strike outs, out of 12.

 

To summarize my performance, be it good or bad:
Batting: Pop fly out, bunt, walk.
Fielding: Played 2nd base: made the last out: ground out to first. Ah, this peculiar feeling.

I’d say although I wasn’t producing up to my expectations(ridiculous pop fly, RBI=0, what the heck?!), it sure was one of the best game I’ve ever played, as in the experience of this whole atmosphere with the team’s roaring spirit, from expecting a mere marginal win, to shutting them out every single inning.

We’re going to the finals.

Yes, THE inter-university softball game final. THE single game everybody’s been working hard towards. THE goal of 6 softball days a week. Really sorry for hitting like crap yesterday. I promise I’ll do better, way better. HKU, you watch.

Never under-estimate the effects of joining a school team. Sense of belonging sky-rockets.

There’s so much more I wanna say. But I’m pretty tired from 7am practise, and I gotta start doing my PCAR ECG report due today, which has been lying supine beside me for the past hour, screaming for my attention. So i’ll leave it to someone else.

Softball is by no means a substitution for baseball, instead it’s yet another avocation to complement my physical well-being.

Human Structure SSM 1006
Palmar Spaces and the Spread of Infection

finally over

It was so cool to see 130 medics wearing suit to class,
and every single presentation has been so professional.

A round of applause to my dear group mates who has been ever so helpful — AlexandradraNgHoiCC, Yvonne + Yvonne, Sub, ar Ma, it’s the academic information you have researched on which made everything possible; Winnie, for your amazing speech, really really fantastic; Last but DEFINITELY not least: JASPER Wut Gei Wong!! We’ve both spent 3 sleepless nights together in front of our mac’s, and your flash presentation was amazing! Really lively!!! Our presentation was a success and it was such a pleasure working with you guys, and thanks for the absolute tolerance on my bad temper during the final 3 days!

our tutor – Prof Woody Chan’s in the middle. credits to sub for the photo~

Unfortunately

It looked like some people, probably including the judges, thought that the 3D animation we used was a bogus downloaded elsewhere.

I don’t mean to brag or be an arrogant arse, but in case anyone is still wondering:

I really, really did make the whole 3D animated model from scratch all by myself — from the 3D and transparency editing, modelling, and animation rendering in Blender3D, also the colour contrast and effects control in Adobe Photoshop, to combining the animation and adding text and effects and the control panel in Macromedia Flash — an authentic liyeung.com creation.

Really sorry for my endless moaning, I find myself annoying too, I understand it would be egotistic to proclaim the originality of my so-called masterpiece in here, like no one in their righteous minds would go ‘Hey look, I made the powerpoint myself!’ during the presentation, duh, we medics are not that narcistic. It’s never my intention to complain about my sleepless nights since everybody in class has spent equally much time on this SSM presentation. I’m not claiming to be an IT expert cos I’m far from it, nor am I craving an acknowledgement. De facto I don’t really care about what others think now; it’s the judges that matter. I do not wish that this incident would consequently provoke a huge drop in our effort mark, which means my 3 sleepless nights of work down the drain: that without doubt doesn’t only affect me, but my whole group as well, likewise ruining everybody’s hard work. Should this happen I’ll feel bad for the rest of my life.

Well, I already do, I felt crap for not attending softball training afterwards, while this saturday’s game is ever so important to the team.

hell no, I should be happy for being able to get some sleep now, walking zombie.

Finally, I sincerely apologize for looking so cocky, or inch, on stage. But as anyone would expect, after staying up for 72 hours straight with just some occational naps, it’s hard to maintain a buoyant facial expression.

 

by the way, the game of the year held tomorrow (10 March 2007)will be:

CUHK vs HKU

@HKU 11am

please do come to show your support if you had the time. I honestly would appreciate it. That’s one single thing cuhk is lacking sometimes, don’t you all want to kick hku’s arses and show them what we’ve got?

Come on, There must be some musicians out there who’d agree with me,

 

Let’s start with the middle C.

The C key is Mango Yellow

The D key is Reddish Orange

The E key is Lime Green

The F key is Soft Pink

The G key is Royal Blue

The A key is Blooming Green

The B key is Light Grey

The sharps are the duller version of their natural keys.

Then the higher the keys are the lighter they get.

Music is colourful!!

don’t you think so? That’s how I memorize music, seriously.

And believe it or not each key has their own personality too

C is mature and calm

D is kind of playful

E is in despair, pessimistic

F is very romantic indeed

G is young and energetic

A is cynical

B is antisocial, suffering from autism

 

further more,

C,E,G keys are male

D,F,A keys are female

B key is a little baby

 

All of the above seems to be a hell lot more evident when I play the piano than the cello.

Omg, I’m making myself sound like a psychotic like John nesh (not that I’m gonna win the nobel prize). Is there something wrong with me, psychologists?

 

That’s it for le bullshit of lucci’s freaky world of offbeat music.