ouch!!! it bit his lips

its the beginning of a new month and i just said bon voyage to medicine... phew!! hmm.... i know that i had been quite mean at times. i tried not to laugh. i swear that i really tried not to have that laughter being plastered on my lil face but it was just too hilarious. i laughed until those crocodile tears were squeezed out from my lacrimal glands. my tummy ached badly but i was still laughing. that laughter was contagious for weeks.

some close friends of mine had a rabbit as a pet. i don't know the name of that long eared ground dweller. let's just call him brown bunny for it has light brownish fur that resembles the color of a peanut. brown bunny has been living in his blue coated cage since WY adopted him. Hmm....WY had always been a very lazy person, just like me. he used to blame his thyroid hormones for his endless laziness. so, brown bunny was then under the responsibility of AC. AC is the most inspiring guy in the campus. i hope u know who AC is for he covers his flat chest with that batch 15 - orangie jersey that has INSPIRING GUY painted at the back of his tee.

well, AC is one of the pet lovers. i am not sure that whether he really loves his hamsters dearly or he merely uses them as part of his investment plan. AC pitied brown bunny because that mammal is just like a prisoner, devoid of love and sunlight. he would carry brown bunny like how a mother cuddles a child. but, brown bunny was afraid of him and ouchh..........................it bit AC on the lips!!! mind you...on the lips!!! he has a linear scar on his upper lip now..... Rabbits are herbivores who feed by grazing on grass, forbs, and leafy weeds. they are supposed to be harmless herbivores but brown bunny bit AC......i wonder why.

so, what happened to brown bunny after AC's painful moments? needless to say, it had a nice spanking on the butt like how MV spank D and i.

can somebody please tell me why brown bunny bit on AC's lips??

CNY without popo

i hate to admit this but the festive seasons are no longer the same without popo. with popo leaving us, i had lost someone who showered me with the most abundant love that i can get in the world. the protective shield that had surrounded me all these years had gone. a walk down the memory lane to my childnood years hurt me a lot. remembering how popo spoonfed and protect me from my ferocious mom brought tears inevitably. aha... i had been a difficult and spoilt child since........since i was a fetus in my mom's womb!

my dad was doing his housemanship in sg petani and my mom had no choice but to do her nursing there. SP was definately a very ulu place at that time. i was fertilised in a place called sik,kedah. wow.... that place had never left a vivid impression in my lil brain. it must be a very horrible place to nestle because it has only one miserable chinese restaurant. my mom had morning sickness so frequently, simply because my dad fancied chinese food. whenever he suggested chinese delicacies for dinner, i believed that his lil princess must have sulked badly in that bag distended with amniotic fluid (which had my pale yellowish urine ). i wondered how i could swim for 42 weeks in my own urine!! i must have drank plenty of that pale yellowish excretion of mine too. owh.. my parents had to travel to an island known as the pearl of the orient evey weekend. that spoilt fetus wanted nothing but banana split and chic chop. their favourite princess loves nice, clean, cozy and perhaps a romantic place with sophisticated crystal chanderliers for dinner, which i later found out that it was the waterfall hotel.

my mom was malnourished (because the food in SP sucks badly). the obstestrician had planned to induce the process of labor for i was being difficult again. i must have loved my urine bag so much that i was reluctant to see the world outside me. i was inside my stinky urine bag for exactly 42 weeks. it was the chang festival when i decided to say hello to my parents. oh.. my mom had labor pain after my popo brought her chang. i was a tiny lil neonate weighing just 2.4 kg. my mom told me i was like a lil kitten (hmm.... like baby miya?? ). i don't understand how kf had a birth weight of 3.8kg. now, i bet u know why he's huge?? oops... i can't find a better word than huge.

my lovely popo had to feed me milk with a teaspoon for months. i hated baby bottles. i would rather starved than to suck on that bottle!! milk must have tasted badly too for i started weaning at 4 months. my parents took me along to SP. they hired an indian nanny to take care of their stubborn lil princess. as much as i hated SP, i must have hated the nanny too. i cried non stop under her care. my parents had no choice but to send me back to my popo after 2 days of me, throwing endless tantrums.

well, it was CNY. in fact, it is still CNY. i was helping my mom with the reunion dinner when my lil eyes saw that teaspoon. the same old teaspoon that my popo had used once upon a time to ensure that i have a good developmental milestones. i cried to sleep that night for i miss my popo so much. i still remember how smooth was her hand. i longed for those days when she would wait for the rickety school bus to pick me up while brownie (my german sherperd) sat faithfully next to us. she would hug me when i sustained abrasions on my knees ( i was naughty). she had saved me from my ferocious mom so many times that i lost count. my mom was always chasing me with a rotan in her hand and there i was......... hiding behind my popo. she loves those chopin and sonata pieces that i used to play on my old piano. perhaps, those musics were her only entertainment. she was never bored of me telling her stories and holding her hands. she would tell me stories on how naughty my dad was and how she hit my dad with that thick rotan.

unfortunately, that evil diabetes and a secondary brain metastasis took popo's precious life. when the hearse left our home, my lil cou liew ee laine asked me....'ceh ceh annie, why is everybody crying for popo? ' i looked into her innocent eyes and i knew that i was luckier than her. i had the love of a grandmother for 18 years. popo's last words to me was.... 'i know that u are a smart girl. study well and have a good life. i know u can do that' .

all in all.... i just want to say that 'i love u popo' . i just miss CNY without you by my side.

because i'm a girl

it's impossible to understand what's going on through a guy's heart
you told me that you wanted me and now that i've given u everything, you tell me that you are leaving
you told me that it was the first time u felt this way and i was special
i believed you.............and it was my happiness
you should have told me that your feelings had faded
i have no idea and i continue to depend on you
although i say that i hate u now, i'll be missing you
because i'm a girl, to whom love is everything

they said that when u give a guy all that he wanted, he quickly gets bored
and now, i know that's the truth
although i tell myself that i'll never be tricked into love again
i fell in love and my heart is broken again
please don't break the heart of a girl who will do anything for love
i didn't know that living this life while being loved would be so hard

today. we broke up
you told me to meet someone better than you and be happy
you're just like all the other guys
what happened to when you told me that you loved me?
honestly, i don't want you to be happy
what am i going to do if you really forget about me?
i'm in so much pain, more that i can bare
because i'm still in love with you

although i say that i hate you now, i'll be missing you
because i am a girl, to whom love is everything

egg rotten scent

it was the same old routine of me wearing that well-pressed lab coat and fitting my feet into my pair of hush. i was still half asleep when i reached the peripheral clinic. i was uncertain where my mind had lingered to. perhaps it had joined alice in wonderland. ya.. let's hope that there's a wonderland where the birds would be chirping merrily to lure their female counterpart and pepe le pew, the bad odoured skunk would be hopping behind those green bushes, busy discharging its egg rotten scent. hmm......i wouldn't be surprised that some XXs' mouths could be worst than the scent of a skunk. mind you... i am talking about XXs ( in plural form). well, at least my pepe looks handsome and cute when it hops. Those horrible XXs could just mouthed terrible things about you. to make matters worst... they grouped together and whoosh.....they take turns to fill their dirty brains about you. they keep those evil stuffs in the dark and you will have to hear it through the grapevine. can't they just mind their own business and keep their mouth shut??!! i don't think that they are that perfect to comment on others.... so why not you keep that dirty scent to yourself rather than to choke others with it??

5 minutes of survival

it was that particular time of the month again. well, i am not referring to those difficult moments of having dysmenorrhoea and how kotexes come to my rescue. it was about my 5 minutes encounter with Dr C, the gigantic chinaman who wears a bowtie 24/7. sometimes, my lil brain keeps me wondering whether he feels suffocated with a tie around his neck ( which i supposed should be a large one too ). i was startled once i saw those vesicles which was firmly nestled over the right T4 dermatome of the patient. i was then in the state of severe thought block, aphasia and verbal constipation. i could sensed that my lil feet became heavier as if they were stuck to the ground with strong elephant glue. somehow, i knew that it was dooms day for me.

i failed to look for old chicken pox scars although he gave me some clues. then, there i was trying my best to visualize those scars on the posterior aspect of D's thigh. arghh... i should have thought of her cursing those scars which had now made her thigh sexier......... Dr C wanted us to look for signs of immunocompromised like IVDU marks, oral candidiasis, DM, and the side effects of steroid.. he would be impressed if one of us had spend some time counting the patient's toes!!!! who would thought of counting somebody's toes at that short period of time... He suggested that we could either jump down from 3-3 ward or perhaps create an intraabdominal injury by using a stick. it was not that easy to digest words like....'come on... even my grandmother can diagnose this condition / are u going to stand there and stare at the patient?? ' duh..... all in all, i was dead by the end of this EPT just like what Dr A told us... ' sudah dibunuh'

hmm...... it was not that bad afterall. at least, i learnt about varicella zoster and how gabapentin can be used to treat post herpetic neuralgia. let's hope nobody had chicken pox for CNY. Dr C is looking forward for that free gift. he's just mean... arghh

The Insignificant Bug

it has not been easy being the tiny me.. nobody notices my presence... nobody bothers what i am up too!

those selfish, snobbish people, who think that they know every single thing under the sun treat me like an insignificant bug. yeah... i am refering to that person... The road runner who has the capability to make those blinded XYs drool bottles and bottles of saliva for her. i am not interested to know what she does with the saliva. who knows... she could have drank them like how those gullible kids gulp down a can of coca cola.

Well, i am not that kind of girl who loves to snatch over things. i had always wanted to share nice stuffs with my friends. the bible had taught us that sharing is caring. i tried my best to blend into their discussion but i am so dishearten that nobody actually listens to my point!

come on.... i don't put on make ups to make myself prettier but i have a tiny brain that is functioning well. why can't somebody listen to me? am i just an insignificant bug that makes no difference to the world?

ama-ish

it is yet another amazing sorching sunday afternoon where the sky is painted with countless fluffy cumulus clouds. i love sundays......well that's the only day when my pitiful, tiny lil feet is free from the long standing hours in that stuffy new block of melacca hospital which had been the breeding grounds for various organisms. i know i am a spoilt brat... i had never been to hospitals without my pair of hush puppies. my brother was flabbergasted when i told him that i wear hush and nothing else.. yeah... hush puppies shoes are just so 'ama-ish'. how i wish i could have tolerated the pain of wearing those stylish, high heels that had incessantly given me the false hope that i am not that short afterall... aha.. i would rather knock on the heaven's gate if i have to wear uncomfortable lady shoes to work.. solely for the purpose of looking great. high heels are just a big no no for a perfect posture.. i just don't understand why that gender with the XX chromosome (oops... that includes me) would risk anything just to look nice, perfect, petite and sweet.. all in all... i still love my hush puppies no matter how ama-ish they all.. i love my spine so much... i wish that those XX chromosomes out there would not suffer from brittle bones n a crooked spine later in life...

Laziness

arghh... that laziness in me has been multiplying like those microscopic bacterias in blood cultures. i wanted to squash it to pieces like how i squashed a moth to death with my gigantic davidson. here, i am again.... staring at the four walls and the once leaky ceiling of my pretty cozy room wistfully hoping that the sky is still dark....where i can still find sweet dreams under that pink lil comforter of mine. i am just too lazy to throw that comforter aside to get a hot shower... i am just too lazy to stare at the clock to know the time... i am just too lazy to put tonnes of moisture gell to my maintain the hydration of my tiny face.. ck said that i had sulken eyeballs secondary to dehydration yesterday... sad to say this but i am again too lazy to even drink 8 classes of water a day to maintain the hydration status in me... kf bought me 2 litres of isotonic drinks but its still lying there in the same corner, untouched. i am just too lazy to pick up that fixed phone (its actually my mobile phone but i had never bring it out) to call or to answer calls. i am just just to lazy to bring my mobile phone out. Kf gave me a nice phone to adopt but well... its just a phone. i really can't see the difference between his touched screen apple with the one that i am using.. mind you..its just a phone.. you still need to be hardworking to use your fingers to make a phone call..

i have EPT next week.. i am now staring at that davidson in my bookshelf, thinking hard on how to start. i am just too lazy to pull the chair , to climb up the chair (i am just not that tall), to carry that book (arghh... it must be at least 5 kg) and to open it...i am just to lazy to do my case write up.. not to mention how lazy i am to even write my patient's name in that white sheet.. i am just to lazy to go to the lib to borrow that harrison version of surgery to do my common proggrame on antibiotics... Dr L said she doesn't know how to pull us to the water source... and although i am so lazy... i am still using my brain to picture her trying her best to pull a donkey in the desert...