Selamat Sore!!
I had my first tutorial for Bahasa Indonesia this morning. Found the class quite fun and interesting. But Ibu Luciawati speaks really fast and i had some difficulty catching what she's trying to say. I'm amazed that some of the guys in my class can actually respond to her questions when i'm still busily flipping my buku to look for answers. But tt's like the minority =)
Favorite vocabulary of the day - "O begitu"


Today's dosage form design prac is absolutely horrible. The suppositories that we made last week looked quite nice on the exterior but none of them can pass the tests. Our theobroma oil suppositories simply just refused to disintegrate within 30min. Polyethylene glycol suppositories cracked and gave a wide range when tested for mechanical strength. And the glycerinated gelatin suppositories failed the test for uniformity of weight. Haiz...
conclusion: Me, Siew Han and Janet cannot go into manufacturing...

yep的最后一个meeting。一切已告了一个尾声。
有些些的惆怅和感慨。坦白说，我们的付出对印度的那个小村落并没多大影响。想想看，我们教了一个星期的英文，可这能改变他们的教育制度，真正的提升他们的程度吗？说不定，等我们回新后，一切又会打回原型，所有的努力都是白费。其实，这一点，我早已看透，所以并没抱着多大的希望能改变什么。但，我并不后悔。我很开心我能出一份力，能为他们做些什么...尽管微不足道。这一趟印度之旅，对于自己，收获还蛮大的。我更清楚的看清了我自己，也重新认识了身边的朋友...
倘若还有机会，我想，我一定还会义不容辞的参与的...

中国女团体操夺金了！恭喜恭喜！！
不过，似乎好像有人输不起。

BEIJING – Marta Karolyi kept staring over at these tiny Chinese opponents, their faces caked in makeup, and the disgust would rise within her.

“Little babies,” she kept telling her team in the middle of the Olympic women’s gymnastics team final. “Oh, look at the little babies.”

The Americans would laugh about it, laugh at their coach bashing their opponents.

But for Marta, the U.S. national team coordinator, and her husband Bela, the NBC commentator, this was no joke. The Chinese had figured out how to upset their gymnastics dynasty, churning out these little athletic machines, perhaps so young they couldn’t even sense the pressure of the moment.

The Karolyis couldn’t handle the results on Wednesday, a precise Chinese team, powered by three girls under suspicion for being just 14 years old, blowing out a stumbling crew of Americans. Courtesy of a 188.9-186.525 score, China took gold to the Americans’ silver.

What kills the Karolyis isn’t that the Chinese would risk the health of their children by throwing them out here before their bones and muscles mature. It’s that the Americans won’t allow the Karolyis to do it, too.

This isn’t a morality play here. In truth, no matter Marta and Bela’s bleating, no one knows how old the Chinese girls were. This was a myopic focus of the Karolyis on someone outfoxing them.

Win or lose, they have to be the center of attention – from carrying Kerri Strug around for the cameras in Atlanta, to carrying on and on here in Beijing. It feeds their machine, increases their power in USA Gymnastics and convinces another generation of parents that they alone are best to make their tumbling daughter’s dream come true.

“One little girl has (a) missing tooth,” Marta sniffed with indignation at the Chinese, although she would offer no name and admit she “has no proof” of anything.

Later she’d claim, without any substance and lacking facts, that Olympic judges delayed Alicia Sacramone from starting her beam routine in an effort to shake her concentration.

“There was no reason for it,” she said.

Marta had all sorts of conspiracies going, a bushel of sour grapes.

American media accounts have alleged, citing birthdates on old documents, that China was using gymnasts under the mandated age of 16. The Chinese produced passports that showed the girls were old enough, the International Olympic Committee accepted them and everyone says the issue is closed.

Not with the Karolyis it isn’t. Earlier this week, Bela declared the Chinese were using “half people” and hammered them for cheating and arrogance. During the NBC broadcast of Wednesday’s competition, at least three times he reasserted the charge.

Marta was no less diplomatic. Her team had crumbled under the pressure, made mistake after mistake after mistake and, to their credit, took the result with dignity.

“They had a great meet,” Shawn Johnson said. “They deserve that medal.”

Marta would have none of it. For whatever faint praise she would offer the Chinese, there were wild accusations of delay conspiracies and cheat birthdays to put smaller, more nimble girls in the competition.

For each acknowledgement of her team’s own foibles, she stood in the middle of the media backstage swinging around, tossing out bombs, seeking more questions so she could offer more fuel to the fire.

“So much talk about this,” she said.

Even in the unlikely event everything Marta could dream up was true, even if the Americans had just been on the wrong end of this historic cheating, it was neither the time nor the place for pouting. Not after all the falls and stumbles.

Yet she kept claiming it was “a close fight.” It wasn’t.

This was all a losers’ lament, an embarrassment. The U.S. had no credibility left. The gymnasts understood that. They rightly accepted the blame for only winning silver with a team that is beyond reproach.

The Karolyis couldn’t just lose with dignity. They couldn’t accept their gymnasts’ best. They look across the way and lust over a system that might allow them to trot out a 4-foot-6, 68-pounder who bends and flips with ease. Bela coached Nadia Comaneci to seven perfect 10s in the 1976 Olympics. She was 14.

With glory like that, who would remember all the other little girls who were injured? Who would care?

This was a nightmare for Marta. She had to watch Sacramone, a 20-year-old woman, crumble under the pressure and stumble off a beam. Meanwhile, the Chinese kept sticking their landings.

“Little babies,” she barked.

It was too much to bear. The little babies had gotten her. The little babies were driving her and her husband nuts.

The little babies were winning gold.

嗤,真小家子气。拿不到金牌就大肆宣扬中国队使用未满16岁的未成年队员，要不就诬蔑他人毁了他夺冠的机会，反正就是不自己好好反省反省。严重鄙视...

今天是我生日，可偏偏也是放了三个月假后第一天上学。我按耐着想翘课的冲动，上完了令我打瞌睡的pharmacostatistic。接着，花了点时间在senior-junior pairing后，我,wanling,azza和debra到vivo庆祝了我的生日。然后，我就开开心心回家了。谁知，到了家后，就收到了wanling发来的简讯，说今晚有bahasa intro lecture。顿时，我傻眼了。真是的，他们的email今早才发给我们，也太last minute了吧！不过还好，老爸把车早早驾回来了，所以我还来得及回学校一趟。好栽！

随着每一天的过去，FOW的人越来越少，到了星期三晚上就只剩下大约十个人，害得我们不得不取消了晚上的candlelit soccer。后来，我们干脆连昨天的活动也取消了，改成了圣淘沙之旅。我们就因此在圣淘沙度过了一个难忘的一天。

今天是一年一度的rag day，我们都好兴奋！我充当了一天的拉拉队，喊得嗓子都哑了。我觉得pharmacy 进步得好快哦！从去年小小的舞台，到今年像模像样，会动会喷雾的大型花车，就算没有赢到任何奖状，我也会感到十分骄傲的。不过，我们不但赢了奖，而且还是两个呢! best presentation 和 osa creativity shield...对我们来说这是特等的荣耀。三年了，这是我们第一次得奖，不开心才怪呢！好多女生还感动得哭了呢！pharmacy 加油加油！

假期终于结束了，新的学期开始了...
第一个星期没课。原本应该在家舒舒服服的享受着最后几天的假期，可我却在学校，忙碌地带领着新生。还不都是因为wanling！！这小鬼把我骗上了贼船后，竟撇下我不管，独自参加hall rag去了。呜呜...还有更惨的呢！由于ogl人手不足，她竟安排我一个人带领着16个新生！天啊！我一个人怎么应付过来啊？！不过，我的担心似乎是多余的。我想，就算没有我，我的新og也因该不会有什么大问题。

FOW一向枯燥乏味，今年也不例外。第一天早上icebreaker，下午草草地玩了几个游戏，然后晚上briefings。一天就这样过了，没啥有趣的。唯一值得一提的就是下午的游戏了。玩完了游戏后，我的og竟把我当成了面包，将手上所剩的牛油全涂在我身上，害得我一整天都油油的．．．呜呜．．他们欺负我．．
第二天是flag day，原本因该很努力地筹款的，可我的那一组在装满一罐后，就累坏了。结果我们就泡在mcdonald，在那儿耗了一个下午。聊着聊着，时间也差不多了，我们就回到了学校。交了罐后，我们就回家了。

今天早上又是闷闷的，除了talks还是talks．．．ＳＩＡＮＺ