so, mighty M sarcastically gave a remark that ' i just can't expect that princess picked up the mistake cos she's normally dull and slow '. well, maybe he was embarrassed that i noticed that silly mistake in his english. who doesn't know that mighty M speaks good, fluent english. he could have been romeo in the famous shakespearean play if he had been a lil bit more gorgeous. now, just try to imagine mighty M expressing his utmost love to juliet and finally sealing her lips with his juicy, pouty, thick lips. owh.... did i just said juicy? he was trying to thrust a sword into my lil knuckled-sized, actively beating heart so that i could feel the awful pain and shame for humiliating him. true to its contrary, he failed in his mission. i was not hurt at all. yet, the part on whether i was a slow person had been lingering in my mind.
I took that good for nothing IQ test in facebooK a fortnight ago and the results were poor. my IQ level was just 74. i tried to recollect what i've learnt during my psy postings on mental retardation. OK, fine... my psy knowledge had been so rusty-green that i need to open up my pinkish pointless notes. you'll have to label somebody as mentally challenged when he has an average IQ of less than 70. owh... so mine was just 4 points ahead. Dr N used to comment that i had epicanthic fold in my lil eyes. needless to say... my batchmates were all taking turns to stare at my mongolian eyes. in fact, i had to remove my specs just to let them look at how horrible those epicanthic folds were.
kf said that i'm always slow in catching up. to learn suturing is just ABCs to him... when it looks so sophisticated to me. i believe that his mommy must have forced him to do cross stitch back in ipoh. otherwise, he couldn't have pick up the skills so easily.... he managed to intubate that neonate in the skills lab yesterday when i just couldn't insert that useless tube. of course, i wasn't the only one who failed. i guess that somebody in my group is also as slow as me. wink wink
that stupidity in me is getting from bad to worst...arghh... my silly bro had acted as my mommy when i called home two days ago.. and i had actually believed that he's my mom!!! he was 'crying' and i had stupidly believed that my mom was crying. needless to say.... we ended up laughing till our bellies ached. lol
Friday, April 17, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
i'm a happy girl
it was the end of my bedside exam and i had resumed my role of gossiping. hehe.... well, gossiping keeps the mind active and promises a better health. at least, you will be burning up those chubby buccal fat that had incessantly keep that lil face puffy and pinchable. when i was young, i would be sitting on my daddy's lap and there he was... busy pinching my face as if it was made out of plastercine. he would mould my face into various shapes, calling me bebe, didi, tortor, chichi, shum shum, shang shang, kuai kuai... owh... now that his lil princess has grown up, he has stopped pinching my face. i guess that the amount of buccal fat had reduced significantly from the vigorous gossiping activity that had never fail to paint my day colorful. My daddy had lost interest in my cheeks once those buccal fat diminishes.
it was post-EPT and i had satisfied my taste buds by gulping down a gigantic gourmet pie, served with steaming hot mushroom soup. i must had eaten so voraciously like a glutton for i could feel that my throat was crying in pain secondary to the effect of the boiling-hot soup. i knew that some customers would be eyeing on me and commenting on how bad this young lady behaves whenever she eats. But... i couldn't be bothered because kf was not there and my poor lil tummy was growling so profusely in hunger. i had always practised good table manners whenever i dine with him. i came out with a brilliant idea once i tamed that hunger in me. i'm going to the paeds ward and i'm going to deliver a slice of expresso cheese cake to my caffeine addicted kf who had to do night postings. i don't know how does the expresso cheesy cake taste like but since he's caffeine addicted...... it must be the best choice.
i headed towards the paeds ward in my short pants. there i was.... calling my kf to meet me by the lift.
princess: bau bei, can you meet me by the lift? i am in the hospital
kf : what are you doing in the hosp? why must you come to the hospital?
princess: just come out now before Dr Shind comes. please
kf : Ok
owh... then i saw him in his well-pressed lab coat. he looked so smart with that stet on his broad shoulders. suddenly, i felt a surge of happiness in me. i had loved this boy (oops... a grown up man now) for 8 years... wow...a lot of my buddies had been asking me the same old question. when are you guys going to get married? oops... that's a tough question. first of all, he has never proposed to me yet and i am still too young to get married. i'm just 24 and there are still so many things that i want to do. i don't want to end up becoming a primigravida so soon and stay in his house. i want to be close to my daddy, mommy, kel kel, nicky and tigger. lol
he had that happiest smile being plastered on his face that night. deep down, i knew that he was happy that i sent him a cake although it was not delicious. the cheese was too thick. So pls don't waste RM 9 for a slice of espresso cheese.
kf : haha.... you acted as if my wife had came to visit me during my break.
princess : blushes...
i was then in the 4th floor of the girls' dorm. there, i met my CNN partner, ju.
ju : princess! you had not had your shower yet? you stinky bomb! you are practically stinking the whole 4th floor with your scent!!! (she was like my mom that nite, reminding me when to take my bath) so, you went to the hosp just to deliver a slice of cake to your boy boy? what about me? i stayed right opposite your room and i had nothing!!
princess : oops.... i'll get you one in 2 months time
ju : why 2 months?
princess : my birthday is coming!! yeah..... pls get ready with your presents. wink wink :p
P/s : we had tea with DR MM. owh.... it was a pin dropped silence tea. lol... i was merely avoiding her exophthalmos eyes. she wanted feedbacks from us. no matter what was the suggestion, she'll end up telling us that.... i think what the department has done is good. So, i don't think it was of any help since she would not digest any of our suggestions. lol
it was post-EPT and i had satisfied my taste buds by gulping down a gigantic gourmet pie, served with steaming hot mushroom soup. i must had eaten so voraciously like a glutton for i could feel that my throat was crying in pain secondary to the effect of the boiling-hot soup. i knew that some customers would be eyeing on me and commenting on how bad this young lady behaves whenever she eats. But... i couldn't be bothered because kf was not there and my poor lil tummy was growling so profusely in hunger. i had always practised good table manners whenever i dine with him. i came out with a brilliant idea once i tamed that hunger in me. i'm going to the paeds ward and i'm going to deliver a slice of expresso cheese cake to my caffeine addicted kf who had to do night postings. i don't know how does the expresso cheesy cake taste like but since he's caffeine addicted...... it must be the best choice.
i headed towards the paeds ward in my short pants. there i was.... calling my kf to meet me by the lift.
princess: bau bei, can you meet me by the lift? i am in the hospital
kf : what are you doing in the hosp? why must you come to the hospital?
princess: just come out now before Dr Shind comes. please
kf : Ok
owh... then i saw him in his well-pressed lab coat. he looked so smart with that stet on his broad shoulders. suddenly, i felt a surge of happiness in me. i had loved this boy (oops... a grown up man now) for 8 years... wow...a lot of my buddies had been asking me the same old question. when are you guys going to get married? oops... that's a tough question. first of all, he has never proposed to me yet and i am still too young to get married. i'm just 24 and there are still so many things that i want to do. i don't want to end up becoming a primigravida so soon and stay in his house. i want to be close to my daddy, mommy, kel kel, nicky and tigger. lol
he had that happiest smile being plastered on his face that night. deep down, i knew that he was happy that i sent him a cake although it was not delicious. the cheese was too thick. So pls don't waste RM 9 for a slice of espresso cheese.
kf : haha.... you acted as if my wife had came to visit me during my break.
princess : blushes...
i was then in the 4th floor of the girls' dorm. there, i met my CNN partner, ju.
ju : princess! you had not had your shower yet? you stinky bomb! you are practically stinking the whole 4th floor with your scent!!! (she was like my mom that nite, reminding me when to take my bath) so, you went to the hosp just to deliver a slice of cake to your boy boy? what about me? i stayed right opposite your room and i had nothing!!
princess : oops.... i'll get you one in 2 months time
ju : why 2 months?
princess : my birthday is coming!! yeah..... pls get ready with your presents. wink wink :p
P/s : we had tea with DR MM. owh.... it was a pin dropped silence tea. lol... i was merely avoiding her exophthalmos eyes. she wanted feedbacks from us. no matter what was the suggestion, she'll end up telling us that.... i think what the department has done is good. So, i don't think it was of any help since she would not digest any of our suggestions. lol
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
ignorance
i am proud to be a female. why? simply because boys are just so ignorant. i guess they must be borned insensitive. well, they don't seemed to understand their own body although they have been having that same old body for 24 years. Dr K was asking us what is the first sign of puberty in boys. Ok that was the question shoved to us two years ago in that stuffy breast feeding room in muar hospital. hmm... there we had different answers from those XYs. some said its the change of their melodious voices into deeper, horrible voices that sounded more like a frog!! one of them said it was the increase in the muscle bulk. there were a variety of wrong answers - sudden spurt in the height, getting more bushy hairs, hair start to grow in secluded areas, etc. sad to say none of the boys knew their first sign of puberty. but when the question was changed to the first sign of puberty in females, all of them uttered the same answer. 'its the development of the breast buds'. huhu.... look at how much attention they had on the magnificant hour glass female body. their first sign is the enlargement of the testicles. then, all of them were flabbergasted. one of them said..come on... how would we know when we don't examine them everyday? lol
we were in the nursery this morning. Dr G was asking skinny which testis is lower... the left or the right one. he was having severe thought block instantaneously, thinking hard. i bet he was visualising his organs to get the answer. i blurted out that the left testis is lower than the right one. Dr G was laughing. in fact all of us were laughing when Dr G said ...'how come a girl knows better although she doesn't have a testis?' See..... boys are just ignorant. don't expect them to understand the sophisticated female mind. they won't be able to do that. the higher hopes you have on them, the more broken is that fragile heart. blek
we were in the nursery this morning. Dr G was asking skinny which testis is lower... the left or the right one. he was having severe thought block instantaneously, thinking hard. i bet he was visualising his organs to get the answer. i blurted out that the left testis is lower than the right one. Dr G was laughing. in fact all of us were laughing when Dr G said ...'how come a girl knows better although she doesn't have a testis?' See..... boys are just ignorant. don't expect them to understand the sophisticated female mind. they won't be able to do that. the higher hopes you have on them, the more broken is that fragile heart. blek
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
the door just would not open
the sorching sun was trying its best to tan my lovely skin. it was so humid. Shanty and i were heading back to our rooms for the endless supply of AC... when the angle of my right eye captured the vision of my best friend, 'miss tut ' sharing her umbrella with Dr So. Then Dr So made a funny remark... ' how come you girls are not using an umbrella? its so hot and you could get ur hair messy.' she was then fixing her bun that resembled marge simpson's hairstyle. in fact, she's a very nice, petite lady. i was late for her class that afternoon, busy snoring underneath my pinkish lil comforter again till it was ten past two. guess what?!! she said SORRY to me, although i was that late rascal. arghh... i did feel bad after that. i shouldn't have snored for that extra 10 minutes.
i inserted my key into the keyhole, turning it clockwise with all the energy that i had. but the lock just would not open. i could feel the fumes burning inside me. i knew that i was going to lose my temper at that point of time. my tiny feet was then making its way to the hostel security guards. i lodged a complain and went for shopping till 830 pm. mind you ... it was exactly 3 pm when i lodged the complain and nobody actually attended to me. i was so frustrated and was merely cursing the guards when i fail to enter my room that night.
i went down to fire the guards again..... 'where am i going to sleep tonight? how am i going to go to hospital tom without my coat? ' well, they couldn't do much besides apologizing. ' i am so sorry. you will have to wait for the service master to come at 8 am tom to open up your door.'
thank god, Dr L had the master key to my room.
nothing was done to my door the next morning too. to make matters worst.... i could not use my card to enter the hostel. ASSESS DENIED was printed in that beepy machine. then the guards were painting my day blue again.... 'oh girl, u tak bayar hostel fee lar.. sebab itu tak boleh masuk!' this is just so ridiculous. they expect us to pay the fees without sending a bill to our homes! the semester has not come to an end yet and they are demanding for fees. i am so sick and tired of the campus.
now.... what happened to my room door? i had to see the warden twice just to get the service master to my room. 'oh girl, the service master is in the boy's hostel. can u lock ur door? i will make sure he fix it by today'. so what! if i can lock my door means she's not going to send the service master ?!! when i was closing the warden's door, i heard her asking her colleague... 'anything to be done in the boy's hostel?' come on lar aunty warden...... you were just lying to an innocent girl like me. i bet you did not know the whereabouts of the service master. otherwise, why would you be asking that question to ur colleague?! all in all... this is just another money sucking college which had the worst system of all.
i inserted my key into the keyhole, turning it clockwise with all the energy that i had. but the lock just would not open. i could feel the fumes burning inside me. i knew that i was going to lose my temper at that point of time. my tiny feet was then making its way to the hostel security guards. i lodged a complain and went for shopping till 830 pm. mind you ... it was exactly 3 pm when i lodged the complain and nobody actually attended to me. i was so frustrated and was merely cursing the guards when i fail to enter my room that night.
i went down to fire the guards again..... 'where am i going to sleep tonight? how am i going to go to hospital tom without my coat? ' well, they couldn't do much besides apologizing. ' i am so sorry. you will have to wait for the service master to come at 8 am tom to open up your door.'
thank god, Dr L had the master key to my room.
nothing was done to my door the next morning too. to make matters worst.... i could not use my card to enter the hostel. ASSESS DENIED was printed in that beepy machine. then the guards were painting my day blue again.... 'oh girl, u tak bayar hostel fee lar.. sebab itu tak boleh masuk!' this is just so ridiculous. they expect us to pay the fees without sending a bill to our homes! the semester has not come to an end yet and they are demanding for fees. i am so sick and tired of the campus.
now.... what happened to my room door? i had to see the warden twice just to get the service master to my room. 'oh girl, the service master is in the boy's hostel. can u lock ur door? i will make sure he fix it by today'. so what! if i can lock my door means she's not going to send the service master ?!! when i was closing the warden's door, i heard her asking her colleague... 'anything to be done in the boy's hostel?' come on lar aunty warden...... you were just lying to an innocent girl like me. i bet you did not know the whereabouts of the service master. otherwise, why would you be asking that question to ur colleague?! all in all... this is just another money sucking college which had the worst system of all.
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