Lazy lil Princess

a lil note

2011-04-14T11:21:00.000-07:00

to the blood bank MO

today i requested 3 pints of WB for the same patient who collapsed in the ward

i told him that the patient is going for op TRO ectopic pregnancy and i need 3 pints of WB

so there he was............... shouting at me over the phone

so, u need the blood to push up the BP?

HOW RIDICULOUS?

YOU ARE REALLY SO RIDICULOUS LAR

hello blood bank MO, do u know that ectopic pregnancy can rupture and patient can end up having haemoperitoneum? then the BP will drop.... patient will go into shock?

what if one day your wife gets an ectopic and the MO blood bank does not allow the whole blood?

if you think that i am ridiculous, i will say that u are brainless

good night

PLEASE BE REMINDED THAT U WERE ONCE A HOUSE OFFICER

2011-04-14T10:59:00.000-07:00

to those new MOs, please be reminded that you were once a house officer!!!!!!

i have heard plenty of stories about new MOs. Most of them are so arrogant and it is never easy to approach them.

there is a young nulliparous lady who collapsed in the ward today. Ooi and me attended the patient stat. we ordered the vital signs to be taken stat. Noted that BP was lowish. it was 82/52mmHg and upon examination patient was cold + clammy. patient is not hypertensive nor she has any preexisting heart problems. I ordered the diligent nurse to run 1 pint HM fast to push up the BP. Patient soon regain conciousness. I told Ooi to call MO stat because patient collapsed in the ward ( as every case in O&G has to be discussed with MO). While waiting for the MO, i set another large bore brannula. It was not easy. all the veins were collapsed.

so, there comes the new MO and the first thing she asked both of us was............' annie, ooi... u orang dah poster ke berapa? ' we told her that we were both 4th posters. There came the bomb from her. ' u know patient collapsed rite? why can't both of u call a 6th poster to attend the patient '..................i got irritated. so, a 4th poster should not resuscitate a patient? we tried our best to stabilize the patient, did all we could...........and yet this is what she told us. i guessed only 6th poster got the brains to resuscitate patients. all the 4th posters should just be the clerks! both of us may not be the best HO but at least we did something. we did not leave the patient alone. is it wrong again?

i just don't understand why would new MOs be so biatchy and arrogant. whenever i inform a non reactive CTG to biatchy Dr M, she will say ' nanti aku mai lar.... u nak aku buat apa??' how could a MO take things so easily. O&G is about saving 2 lifes. irresponsible MOs should never take up O&G

i used to respect MOs for their knowledge, for the responsibilities...... but now, i am so sorry to say that i look down on them. stop complaining about HO. You were once a HO. No doubt that we will do mistakes. If we do, teach us. Don't complain...... so if MO does a mistake, is it acceptable?

slut vs biatch

2011-01-04T03:34:00.000-08:00

so, is slut a better word than biatch?

everybody does mistakes. nobody is perfect. i did a mistake today for not informing high BP in a 5 years old child with acute glomerulonephritis. well, i was so tensed up for my presentation. who will not be stressed up? i will get extended if i do not present for CMEs. i had totally forgotten about the high BP. blamed in on the aging brain cells. Biatchy Dr L made a big fuss over it. She shouted at me so loudly at the nurses' counter. As usual, i was so lazy to explain anything. I was gullible enough to join this profession one year ago and thanks to those pathetic assholes out there for moulding me into a smarter person. I had learnt that no matter how well i try my best to explain, nobody will listen because I am just another useless houseman. I admit that it is entirely my fault for not informing my medical officer about the high BP but is it necessary to tell boss about it? the child was perfectly fine, did not throw a fit nor he had projectile vomiting. why can't she just scold me in the ward and forgets about it? why must she be so biatchy? now...............do you have to be that biatchy to be boss's pet? then she demanded me to write an explaination letter for boss

well, she is just a chronic MO. she does not have the authority to ask me to write an explaination letter! Damn it! i will write the letter willingly if boss wanted it. why must she be so biatchy again?

all in all, boss scolded me on her behalf. i am still pissed at her
i am not going to call her a slut because slut is a better word than biatch!!!
so biatchy woman!! i will be better than you one day!!
you are lucky that i am not interested in this field
otherwise, u will have to write for me and i will shout at you like how u used to do to me and my fellow colleagues. ' ohh biatchy Dr L, can't u write faster? why is your handwriting so ugly? '

for goodness sake, you were once a houseman!
do you have to be so mean to your HOs?

at least boss is nice enough to appreciate what i have done in the ward and telling me to take this as a lesson. no wonder, Dr K said that i am a bad HO. maybe i am. i had always been notorious. i am trying my best to be a good girl. what else do you people want from me?!!!!!!

So Dr L, FUCKED OFF!!!!!!
i will be better than you one day

gonna read my ECG book today..........

in the end, slut is still a better word than biatch.

guilty

2010-12-26T05:06:00.000-08:00

my baby has finally knocked his lil knuckle on heaven's gate. well, he is not biologically my baby. since i started my paediatrics rotation, i had been calling my lil patients 'my babies'. i talked to them. i cuddled them and sometimes its so nice to have them in your arms. they are tiny, warm, cute, rosy pink and active. Unfortunately, this baby was an exception. he was never active. Since he was tachypnoiec at birth, he was put on nasal CPAP for 14 days. He was perfectly fine until i was in charged of the ventilatory section of NICU. Blamed it on the death angle who has never failed to be my best friend. he was then intubated and requiring triple inotropic support. soon, he developed all the complications of prematurity - intraventricular haemorrhage, necrotising enterocolitis, jaundice and septicaemia. his septicaemia was so bad that it had led to panophthalmitis. we had no choice but to suture his eyelids to prevent exposure keratitis. when my specialist broke the bad news to the baby's parents, i felt like weeping. that was when i saw the never ending love that parents have for their newborn. Seeing their critically ill child brought tears to the mother's eyes. Being a strong devotee of buddhism, i believed that every sufferings will come to an end. God must have loved this tiny baby more than any of us. He was then gone, being supported only by ventilators and inotropes. His mother did not want us to off the ventilatory support. For goodness sake, that was her only child and soon i learnt that his father had an extramarital affair. How pitiful..... she lost her son and her husband. she has nothing left.

All in all, I hate cheaters and false hopes. I hate people who don't even know how to treasure me as a friend. For those who think that i am even worst than those unwanted people in your life, please stay away. I just want to be your friend. is it so difficult? I don't think i need you at all because i have a bunch of awesome girlfriends.

i guessed its time for me to pay more attention to the people around me. i just realized that even CCU staff nurses are taking good care of me. they changed the bedsheets for me and gave me a new blanket to sleep whenever i am postcall. Some of them are just like my mother. they made me feel so at home in SP. i felt so ashamed of myself for not knowing their names. i am so sorry if i had neglected anybody. i will grow up and be a better person. muacks!!

where has the sunshine gone?

2010-07-15T17:49:00.000-07:00

it has been exactly 2 months since i stepped my lil feet into internal medicine. All the senior HOs gave bad remarks about this department. Obviously i was scared to be a medical HO. Did not apply for medicine as my 2nd posting but i guessed i was given medicine for some reasons. I don't believe in God but i should just clasped my hands and thank him for putting me in medicine. Otherwise, i won't get the chance to meet some of the nicest people on earth. most of them left and i am feeling a lil bit bored.

i guessed i have to learn how to be responsible for all the silly things that i had done. I posted a comment in facebook and my big boss got to know about it. I was merely dictating what she scolded me and for that, i am being punished. I tried to be strong but its not easy to be one. Promised myself that i will still stay cheerful in medicine but i failed. somebody once commented that i brought sunshine to the department. I wonder where the sunshine had gone.

now that i am being punished, i have to work extra hard

1) i have to do all the discharges on my own without help

2) i have to clerk all the cases that came into the ward on my own. nobody is supposed to even take blood for me. i can manage 9 cases in 4 hours. that is another record

3) i am not allowed to go to the clinic

4) i have to do morning rounds alone with my MO when all the other HOs were sent to the clinic. it was not a tough job cos i know all the cases in the ward.

5) whenever boss is on call, i have to be on call

6) whichever ward she is posted to next month, i have to follow her to her ward

7) all the simple procedures in the ward would be done by me

8) all the scans will have to be spoken by me to the radiologists

9) all the NIA forms is to be filled up by me

10) i have 9 on calls this month. the others got 6 calls to do

all in all, i guessed that i am doing one man show in the ward

i am taking this punishment as a challenge

will prove to her that i am capable although i am a slow learner

i shall survive

everybody is talking bout my facebook story in the entire hosp

i hope they will stop doing so

the other specialists can't stop laughing at me whenever they see me around

one of them wanted to refer me to psy

for goodness sick, i am not depressed yet

lesson of the day : miss annie is not going to be active in facebook for the next two months

tears of guilt

2010-05-28T23:51:00.000-07:00

69/ chinese/ uncle

was admitted for sepsis secondary to infected sacral sore, acute on chronic renal failure secondary to dehydration, infected left lateral malleolus DM foot ulcer, hypochromic microcytic anemia - post transfused 2 pints of packed cells, diabetic and hypertension

his wife noted that he was staring blankly at home, not responding to call and gave a history of poor oral intake for the past one week.

we did a plain CT brain for him and noted to have hypodensities over the right caudate nucleus and right external capsule. this is his 3rd admission for recurrent stroke.

started him on ryle's tube feeding and he was tolerating orally for the past 6 days

we had to maintain his low BP with inotropes.

his GCS was always 11/15. he had always wanted to tell me something but there was no voice

his non hemiplegic hands were always grabbing mine

somehow, i knew he was begging me to release him - we had to restraint him for he was strong enough to pull out his ryle's tube

that day, i weaned him off from his NPO2 as he had an oxygen saturation of 99 %
unfortunately, he started to desaturate that night itself and stopped breathing at 5.30am
pupils were fixed and dilated, unresponsive to light

his 'so called' filial sons came
i had to break the bad news to them that their papa was no longer around
they were then sobbing, squeezing out tears of guilt

they had never been to the ward, unless i called them over
i wanted them to learn how to feed the old man by ryle's tube and how to take care of the bed sores
i was at the verge of scolding them through the phone
what is the point of crying when it is too late to do so?

this is the first uncle who passed away under my care
i had blamed myself for weaning him off from his nasal prong oxygen
but then, medical patients are just so unpredictable
they just choose to desaturate and knock on heaven's door

my first proposal

2010-04-13T06:59:00.000-07:00

i was attending to a 3 year boy who had degloving injury over the right arm when the uncle over the next bed had a severe bad, productive cough. he was breathing harshly with polyphonic wheeze. he was still able to speak in full sentence. there was sputum on the anterior aspect of his chest. i attended to him stat, put my stetoscope deligently over his chest, straining my ears to listen to his breath sounds. he had prolonged respiratory phase with ronchi. he must be having an acute asthma attack. i put him in propped up position, ordered the nurse to nebulised him stat with ventolin.

Then, he was pretty much comfortable. i probed for more history and found out that he has LOW of 1.5kg, LOA and had TB contact. we did a mantoux test for him.

out of a sudden, he called me..........

patient : Dr, u sudah kahwin ke?

me : tak tau...................i don't want my patient to know anything about my personal life

patient : mari lah... Dr... kalau you belum kahwin, jom kahwin dengan saya

me : tak mau

patient : kenapa??????????????????????????

I ran out from the cubicle, stunned. when i read his social history. he is a 61 years old / malay / male who is unemployed, married, stays in an old folks home and has 4 children

how is he going to take care of me?

i am not that stupid to become a stepmother of 4 ok?

learning how to protect myself

2010-04-09T06:10:00.000-07:00

I had never met anybody so mean before in my 3 months of working life. AL is just another lazy young doctor in the ward. To make matters worst, he is a 6th poster. All he knows is to order me to do something.

INCIDENT A

there was a patient who suddenly deconsented for operation due to depression. So AL went to pacify the patient for op. He must have been a sweet talker because patient agreed for op after that. i should have given him a pat on the back. so AL came to me..............

AL : Ann, can you call the anaesthetist now to inform them that the patient has agreed for op?

i was speechless. Hello!!!! do you know that anaesthetists are the scariest people in the whole hospital? they had no common sense. they devoid of feelings. all they do is to scream at HOs and make HOs look like fools. I don't blame them for their extreme craziness for they had no HOs under them to torture.

AND AL wanted me to call them?? I am not that naive to dial that number. First, i will be scolded and he will escaped. No way am i going to become his scapegoat. Only MOs and nurses are allowed to call those ferocious anaesthetists. Then, i came to my senses. why can't AL call the anaesthetists himself? Why must he specifically choose me? just because i am a first poster?

I have learnt to protect myself. I don't want to make AL angry because he is going to become my MO soon. i gave him that fake beaming smile and i told him this......

ANN : oh AL, i have things to do now. why not you try to call our MO instead? don't call the anaesthetists. let our MO inform the anaesthetists ok?

INCIDENT B

48 years old chinese uncle complaints of acute onset of right knee swelling for the past 4 days. there was suprapatella bulge, patella tap was positive, warm, ROM limited due to effusion. After the rounds, i pushed patient to the procedure room. did a knee joint aspiration for the first time to rule out septic arthritis. i knew that i have to send the synovial fluid FEME urgently because septic arthritis is an emergency. i ran the the lab myself and i saved one bottle of synovial fluid for the MO on call to inspect the fluid. I have learnt well. Dr L was once very unhappy with me when i told him septic arthritis is not an emergency. I kept calling the lab to trace the urgent FEME when AL sat at the counter gossiping with the nurses. It was his patient afterall.

then he saw me busy tracing the results. He came to me and asked me to inform the MO on call that i had saved a bottle of fluid for inspection. and... how he doesn't mind running to the OT just to show the bottle of turbid synovial fluid!!!!

Hello!!!!! why do i have to do the calling again? Dr K was the MO on call that day and he will be extremely mad if we call him for no reason. i don't understand why can't we wait for the synovial fluid FEME to confirm that there is pus cells / numerous leukocytes / increasing trend of ESR before informing the MO. i bet the MO on call was busy in the OT. i guessed that he wants to show the MO that he is hardworking.... he has been doing all the job, when he actually did NOTHING.... he just wants to get the credit

so, i gave AL that fake smile again

ANN : oh AL, why not we wait for another 30 minutes for the lab to release the FEME result? then you can run to the OT if you want to inform the MO?

i was complaining to cafu about how mean this 6th poster is.... he had always wanted me to become the scape goat..... Cafu said these are the kind of people who will survive.... I maybe gullible and tiny, but i am not going to let any 6th posters bully me....

home sickness

2010-03-25T16:29:00.000-07:00

it was an acute onset of extreme homesickness. suddenly i had the urge of curling up like a ball and allowing a few drops of tears to be squeezed out from my myopic eyes. i longed to feel the soft, bushy fur of my forever faithful nicky boy. I can't wait to have a decent dinner with my parents and my silly lil baby bro. to make matters worst, cafu is always on call. i had no calls... that forced me into a state of poverty. I am craving for mommy's soup so much now that i swear that i can feel it trickling down my throat.

I will going home next week but i hate it when everybody is so concerned with my marriage. The problem is i am not at all ready to be somebody's wife. I still feel so young. There are so many things that i want to do. I can't imagine me wearing that white gown in the next 5 years.

please stop asking me when i am getting married!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

can i just have some peaceful time at home? without STRESS?

thank you

tomato red banana

2010-03-15T11:05:00.000-07:00

the night is as quiet as it used to be and i just can't force my eyes to shut. A sense of embarrassment kept hovering me like dark clouds which were about to pour torrentiously. i am invariably ashamed of myself for not being able to speak proper mandarin + hokkien.

i was sitting with Dr K in the clinic this morning. A malay girl came to seek consultation for osteochondroma and she told me ..... 'Dr, i can speak mandarin'..... i ended up speechless, practically hunting for the right words to defend myself that i am not a banana afterall. Then, my lovely cornea caught the sight of Dr K laughing at me sarcastically. he was nice enough to explain to the patient about her condition in mandarin. i thought that he was nice. how innocent!!! he was then desribing how verbal constipated i was to the other MOs. of course, there was a burst of laughter which seemed to be contagious, enough to stir a commotion in the OPD. i stood there, warm blood gushing proximally to paint my cheeks tomato red. if i were an ostrich, i would have dug a hole and buried my blushed face!!!

So, i am a chinese who looked like a chinese but can't speak chinese!!

my first month in sp

2010-02-02T04:28:00.000-08:00

wee!!! looking forward for my very first salary!!

i have been posted to the orthopedic ward in K5 for exactly one month now

i have learnt a lot including on how to order drugs through the computerized system

of course, there were a lot of ups and downs

3 of my MOs are kind enough to me

my brannula skills have improved a lil bit.

i can now withdraw blood from old uncles. i could still remember how terrible i was back in med school. the vein was protruding and i couldn't get that blood into the syringe

Dr A said that my skills and knowledge were inadequate when i assisted him in OT. he said i was holding the scissors badly.

Dr K hit my hand with the bone cutter when i held the scissors wrongly. we did Incision and drainage for a right shin abscess in the OT 2 days back. i had fun sucking the thick yummy pus. i was then warned by him to stop playing with the pus

i presented my first CME today. surprisingly my specialists love my presentation

hoho...so delighted and proud of myself.

i can now treat high BP cases, hypokalemic cases and uncontrolled DM

i have done 2 ray's amputation too

guess that i have achieved quite a lot in this one month

can't wait to go to medicine. the HOD is worst than the combination of manomani and mv. since all my colleagues are appealing for medical after ortho postings, i guess i will go to hell together with them

starting my active call tomorrow. i hope i will be able to set at least 3 brannulas...

kissing under the mistletoe

2009-12-24T23:08:00.000-08:00

it was calvin lau who enlightened me on kissing under the mistletoe. we were both in india at that time. OK, i have never seen one mistletoe with him. so no kissing. wondering what is mistletoe?

mistletoe is a parasite associated with christmas holidays. you can see them on tall xmas trees. it has colorful berries that are poisonous. The mistletoe is still hung up in farm-houses and kitchens at Christmas, and the young men have the privilege of kissing the girls under it, plucking each time a berry from the bush. When the berries are all plucked the privilege ceases.

so couples kiss under the mistletoe one day and forgotten about it the next day (mind you... not the kiss but the mistletoe).

i was saying bon voyage to my close friend vny in msn this xmas afternoon when she asked me what is a mistletoe kiss (which i had left it as my personal status in the messenger)

vny : dear, what is mistletoe ?

princess : mistletoe is a plant which they put on top of the christmas tree

vny : then y kiss?

princes : when u see a mistletoe, you are supposed to kiss. it is a tradition

vny : is it? ok!! i learn new things

princess : u can try google image to see the mistletoe

vny : ok...later i will go find a xmas tree and look for mistletoe to kiss

princess : haha... u can buy mistletoe and put everywhere in your house. in your room, in your kitchen

vny : but not hygienic lorr....everybody kissing the same thing!! lolz

princess : no!! no!! you are supposed to kiss your partner.. not the plant

vny : lolz!! oh shit!! how stupid!

princess : haha.. damn funny. i am laughing non stop now. until my tears squeeze out jor...

vny : u say ma....see a mistletoe and u kiss. u din say kiss what or who also. so i tot kiss the leaf

princess : then i didn't say it clearly.. lol

vny : u humiliate me! how could you! i can't stop laughing di!

princess : ok rephrase... you are supposed to kiss your partner when you see a mistletoe

vny : don you dare go tell cafu. i know u will

princess : no point telling him.. later he goes and woo girls with mistletoe. plus he doesnt know what is mistletoe.. so not planning to tell him

vny : later you explain to him on mistletoe. you will tell him about this cos its super funny

princess : i can imagine u kissing the mistletoe now. and u climb the tall xmas tree to do so

vny : btw i'm not stopping u from telling ppl oso coz it's good to share something funny like this! luckily we talk about it here and make things clear. if not, imagine how ppl stare and got stunt when i kiss it in jusco!lolz

princess : lolz..funny leh.. at least i had a good laugh on christmas

vny : thanks to vny lor...

haha...thanks babe! i will remember your mistletoe story forever!!

MERRY XMAS TO YOU... MUACKS

it is really happening

2009-12-23T20:59:00.000-08:00

It is really happening!! Induction in Klang on the day right after Christmas! Plus it will be held in a hotel notorious for its midnight activity in 8th floor. I thought that Christmas would be special this year with heaps of laughter and a grilled turkey. how disappointed!! It is going to be yet another lonely night. I am literally forcing myself to accept the fact that i am no longer jobless.

i am seriously anxious because ..............

I donno where am i heading to. Do i need to travel up to the north part of malaysia or back to the south? will the gov dump me in sabah just to serve the rural people there? it seemed so ridiculous to inform my friends that i will be working in january and not knowing which hospital to go.

i have never done my ward work seriously during senior clerkship. OH NO!! who is going to help me if i can't set the brannulas, can't withdraw blood and i don't know what am i feeling during VE?

Will the hostel be comfortable? i know i can't ask for a room like our girl's hostel back in campus. Sob.. If the hostel is really bad, where am i going to stay?

Should i bring my car along to work? i am so used to having cafu as my driver. What if we get a different hospital? i don't know how to take care of the car. I don't know how to pump petrol. don't even mention on how to add the battery water.

will i end up in a long distance relationship after 8 years ?

I hope that i will have a thick face and i won't feel bad when the senior HOs, MOs and specialists scold me..

it is supposed to be a new year of NEW ME, NEW JOB, NEW PLACE, NEW DEDICATION, NEW RESPONSIBILITY AND NEW FRIENDS............But i am seriously not ready for it.... help!!!!

all in all, MERRY xMAS and A HAPPY NEW YEAR to all my friends. i hope we will all be competent doctors :p

the way it used to be

2009-12-20T06:47:00.000-08:00

You saw her name in your chat list. then you remembered how close she was to you back in secondary school. She sat next to you. Those gossiping sessions were endless. You walked to the chemistry lab together. She goes to the ladies with you whenever you need a companion. You would go to town together during the weekends. Both of you fell in love with westlife and stuck their posters in your girly bedrooms, giggling sheepishly.

That was when you initiated a conversation in that chat box. you treasured the friendship like sparkling polished diamonds. You called her by her old nickname, just like how you used to address her 8 years ago when you looked so gullible in your turquoise pinafore. In a split second, she dropped the bomb that tore your vulnerable heart. She told you that unless and until you stopped calling her that nickname, she is not going to talk to you anymore.

There you were, loving and reminiscing things on how they used to be. You were shocked to receive such a reply and realized that things have changed. You thought that nicknames made that friendship special in some ways. You wanted to apologize. But, why apologize? She had changed. Maybe she has a better quality of life now when you are still jobless.

There is nothing that you can do now. You had tried your best to initiate every conversation and her sentence that day would be the end of everything. You are seriously exhausted. You have to learn to let go. You have to move on with your life and meet new people.

jobless

2009-12-16T21:20:00.001-08:00

Being jobless, i took the quiz to know myself better. I think it is quite accurate because my bau bei is not handsome and i do have plenty of dream jobs. i had always wanted to be a school teacher or maybe a mad scientist perhaps. Back in kindergarten, i wanted to be a fire fighter!! i want to save lives and put out fire. Haha

THE RESULTS

Your view on yourself:

You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.

The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:

You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.

Your readiness to commit to a relationship:

You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.

The seriousness of your love:

You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.

Your views on education

Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.

The right job for you:

You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.

How do you view success:

You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.

What are you most afraid of:

You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.

Who is your true self:

You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.

sabah DAY 3

2009-12-08T02:39:00.000-08:00

wholly disappointed with the polluted manukan island, we headed off to kundasang the next day.calvin lau had booked a chalet for us, nestled at the bottom of the kinabalu mountain. well, that accommodation cost another RM 800. phew!! we bought some souvenirs from the market and the forever enthusiastic photographer managed to snap some pics on the way to kundasang.

the chalet

it looked a bit Japanese to me. i could imagined JU-On climbing up the stairs after her throat was slit!

we had lunch in Liwagu.

0.5mL of drinking water in kundasang cost RM 3!!! so, you'll have to pay RM 3 for one drop of water. crazy nuts!!

our tour guide forced us to do some jungle trekking after our heavy lunch. Most of us are not prepared to climb the kinabalu mountain. Eric was merely panting for breath during the jungle trekking. I felt a lil bit hypoxic from exploring the sabah jungle.

Me inside the raflessia.

i don't know what was eric trying to do. i pity cafu's ass!!! i guessed this was what the boys did whenever they were bored.

Had some photography session again at the entrance to the kinabalu mountain.

i loved the colour contrast in this picture. ehem....Being the creative one, i was the one who gave him the idea.

A sabahan girl commented that hamlau was very handsome when we had this picture taken. I swear that he was blushing!! wee!!! never seen him blushed before until that day.

the ugly sister. this part of the mountain looked like a lady lying down.

we had BBQ in our chalet that night. It was not an easy task because CK Tan was not there. He had always been the cook, the one who marinated the chickens, the one who planned what to cook, the one who sliced our birthday cakes.... we realized how important he was to us that day. Eric had to call him for some tips on how to marinate the chickens. He sounded serious. lol... Thank God, Calvin Lau's mommy gave us a helping hand.

Calvin's secret recipe. Baba's curry powder, butter and some sugar for the fish. It was delicious!! haha...didn't know that hamlau could cooked!!

it was chilling at night. we had our bath robes on! too bad, eric didn't have his! i guessed he must be shivering like mad at night. lol

sabah DAY 2

2009-12-05T20:18:00.000-08:00

Pulau Manukan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here we come!!!!!!!!!

We saw how magnificent pulau manukan was in the tourism brochure. the sea water was clear. fishes darting in and out from the undersea coral gardens. i love beaches because it allows rays of sunlight to tanned me up.

I bought a sarong batik. It didn't look good on me because the bikini top didn't blend well with its bright yellowish paint.

the 30 minutes bumpy boat ride was the best. the thrill was equivalent to being strapped in a roller coaster. salted, warm sea water kept splashing on my cheeks. the wind was blowing so harshly that i couldn't keep my eyes open.

we were so disappointed once we stepped our feet into pulau manukan. the sea water was the most salty of all. i could not see the underwater creatures clearly for the water wasn't as clear as we thought it was. the fish were aggressive. they bit us and gave us red papules as souvenirs.

The sea walking adventure costs RM 150 per person. All you have to do is to sit on a scooter which looks more like a toilet bowl to me. The oxygen tank will be provided and the whole underwater adventure will be recorded. Thank God we didn't have enough money in our pockets. There is no point visiting the coral reefs and feasting our eyes on colourful fishes when the sea is so polluted!

all in all, we snapped quite a few photos as remembrance.

IF................................we had allowed calvin's advice to fall on our deaf ears, we would be spending the sunny day in sutera harbour. they have a private beach and it was so much cleaner. the swimming pool is the biggest that i have witnessed. owh...how disappointed.

I've made a promise to myself. the next time i visit Sabah bah, i will stay in sutera harbour for the whole day. so what if the hotel costs RM 800 plus per night? I fell in love with the swimming pool at first sight. lol

we had dinner with calvin's parents the very same day. the ocean restaurant serves the best seafood. we followed calvin's daddy to the vast aquariums where he chose the seafood. it was like selecting rare sea creatures in ocean park HK to feed the hungry, demanding tummy. the seafood was fresh and was super tasty that cafu had to change his plate for TEN times. i do pity the waitress. that dinner itself cost RM 1080 and it was the most expensive dinner that i had in 25 years!!! we had seven star fish, two king lobsters, abalone, clams, flower crabs, mantis prawn, sabah veg and lobster noodles.

special thanks to hamlau's parents!

wondering why calvin didn't follow us to manukan island? today is the DOB of his lancer evo 10. i can imagine andrew calling the car a cutie and how beautiful she is. But, it is just another car to me. Hehe...of course it can speed way faster than my cafu's altis. blek

sabah DAY 1

2009-12-01T00:35:00.000-08:00

With a terrible earache during flight descent, i handed my ic to the officer in KKIA. IC was curtly returned. I left awesome semenanjung behind me and stepped into the gloomy and yet disturbing island of sabah. Calvin was already waiting for us in his Honda. his gigantic forearm pressed firmly against the tinted automobile window. As we inched, we noticed that calvin had took the trouble to welcome us with a huge card.

we stood at the front yard of his mansion, jaw dropping in great astonishment on how rich our friend is. He has 2 living rooms.

A lovely YAMAHA grand piano nestled so beautifully at the corner of the first living room. His mommy was kind enough to grant me the permission to play some songs. I am never good with the piano, but it was always my dream to have one. I guess that is how we ended up calling calvin's sweet home as our fantasyland, just like how michael jackson owned Neverland. His house must be really huge for i couldn't locate the kitchen. The boys slept in Calvin's room while both the girls spent the quiet nights in his sister's room.

Introducing the faithful Tiger and Beckham. Beckham is the older dog. he is already 14 years old and is down with arthritis. his hind legs resembled the gait of the ducks. I do not know whether he is in pain but he needs to have a grooming done. Tiger is just so super duper scary. He is never friendly and is always barking at us. He never fail to greet us with his sharp incisors!!

We had lunch in Little Italy. My nose was blocked and i couldn't taste. Grr.... what a waste for food looked mouth watering.

We had a stroll in town after our late lunch. Spotted a big sword fish in the heart of Sabah which i initially thought that it was a dolphin. Some of the shops were dim with little in them.

we headed off to yayasan sabah. Calvin kept telling us that the building was rotating. we were all squinting as hard as we could and then we realized that it was merely an optical illusion.

I was trying my best to rotate the tower

Had candle light dinner in yayasan sabah with ham lau as the waiter.

Had some grilled seafood and gao tie at night. Gao tie is fried dumpling.

We had our first movie in one borneo that night. Planet 51! i dozed off during the movie. i was just too exhausted from travelling. that's the end of day 1

the modern toilet

2009-11-16T22:47:00.000-08:00

We had our lunch in the MODERN TOILET one week ago.

This concept had invariably break the traditional way of dining with proper utensils. Food is served in tiny toilet bowls, colorful washing basins and even male urinals!

the menus

our food

Mr well formed brownish stool in the pinkish washing basin

baked cheese rice with seafood in a squeeky clean bathtub

milk tea in urinal. it resembled tea colored urine

cafu's japanese noodles & miso soup in the mini toilet bowl

tasting SHIT for the first time of his life

licking the tip of the stool

tadah!!!! Shit was awesome!!

love the creativity and food wasn't that bad afterall!

sign boards in HK

2009-11-16T21:18:00.000-08:00

It was yet another memorable getaway to Hong Kong that had never failed to put that broad smile on my face, punctuated by two deep dimples. Some of the sign boards in HK and macau are indeed fascinating.

W.C = Wei Chong = Dog ?

Put off your cap?

Smoke door??

Not in use. Energy saving

This is taken outside the temple.

NO wine or Meat is allowed

Vehicles will be prosecuted??

Welcome to man's paradise enjoy yourself

i am sorry daddy

2009-10-22T18:19:00.000-07:00

it was supposed to be a lovely night. i met a group of pharmacists and we played badminton together. i can't describe how delighted it was when they invite me for the next badminton outing. it has been 8 years and desmond, my taylor's college buddy is still the same old, friendly chap. I dragged cafu along and it was indeed surprising that he mingled well with them. afterall, cafu is a shy boy. wink wink

it was also the night that i scolded my dad for the first time. to make matters worse, i scolded him in public, putting aside his pride and fame as a doctor. i dreaded his actions. i shouted at the top of my voice, gave him the coldest stare and stormed off. he called me and begged me not to tell mommy. I had no choice. I don't want mommy to be sad again. we acted as if nothing had happened at home. we had dinner as usual. he tried to talk to me, but i gave him one syllabus answer. then, i sent him a horrible sms. i told him that unless and until he quit 'that action', i am not going to talk to him anymore. he didn't reply my sms. he had stopped talking to me too. i am feeling guilty now. But, i have only one daddy. i don't want anything bad to happen to him. sob. what should i do now?

i'm sorry daddy but i hope things will change before it is too late

p/s : my dad is not having an affair

that extra title

2009-10-18T10:22:00.000-07:00

it has been exactly one week since i left med school, my pinkish room and my lovely friends. I could feel tonnes of weight over my upper eyelids as i tore down that wrinkled, dusty curtain which was perfectly painted with huge daisies. Then, it all came back in fragments. Those sweet moments were vague. I could no longer recall the details but it was sweet Tasha who chose the curtain for me. she said that pink is sweet. I wanted a blue sheet of cloth initially.

I had always wanted to vacate this comfy room for good. When it was the time to do so, I left with a heavy heart, wondering if i would ever see this room again. I took one last gaze. The bookshelf was empty. The window was dull. The mattress was no longer alluring. I inserted the key into the keyhole, knocked on Julianna's door to bid farewell. I knew that i am going to miss M428 and my noisy, cranky neighbor.

I accompanied my aunt for her routine follow up in the health clinic the following day. I was daydreaming when the Chinese uncle who sat next to me told me that................

'i don't know whether these doctors know how to treat patients. They are all so young! I bet that they do not have the experience to do so. '

I gave him a sheepish grin. While most of us are proud to have that extra title in front of our names, I suddenly realize that i had a license to kill. Looking at that same old uncle, I felt so ashamed of myself. I do not know how to treat a simple conjunctivitis. If a patient comes to me with red sticky eyes, what drug should i prescribed? I guess i will give him Gentamicin eyedrop. But how long should he be on that antibiotic eyedrop? what is the dosage? how many times per day? are there other drugs besides gentamicin? I just want to be a safe young doctor. I want to safe more lives. I rather not be a doctor if i know that i will kill someone.

There is no point bragging that you are DR when knowledge and experience is so shallow. My daddy had told me to stay humble and that's what i am going to be. I've seen how some of us beam with pride when juniors addressed them as doctors. I do not know about them but i feel awkward when my own friends call me DR Lazy Lil Princess. After 5 years in medic school, i am still the same tiny me. I just hope that people will not turn arrogant with that extra title.

congrats sk!

2009-10-10T18:51:00.000-07:00

the sun was hiding behind the clouds. it was yet another stressful night. She was sitting next to me, with that most decent smile being plastered on her face. Amidst those terrible palpitations, a sense of monotonous melanchony crept its way into my knuckled size heart. Our eyes met and it has been five years. She has never failed to be there through the thick and thins. There goes the quiet nights in india when she would snuggled and curled up like a ball under the covers in my lovely house.

My gaze was again fixed to the badminton court. There was where i met her.

'hey, can you become my hostel mate?'

I was merely floating in the air at that moment, beaming with joy. Being that lil spoilt princess, i had applied for a single room and had no choice but to turn her down. I was then bragging with pride to cafu.

'Cafu.... look! somebody came and talk to me!!! nobody wants you! haha'

I like the way she is. Simply becos she is about my height. She is tiny but yet mighty. Siew Kuan is the only distinction scorer in my batch! I am so proud of her! congrats babe!

Thanks for ..................

being my chatterbox.

waiting for me whenever we jog. I know i am slow.

decorating my indiana house with that big silver star.

the kluang station coffee.

borrowing me your bathroom when i had the greatest shock of my life in Sharada Hostel. Sharada was a nightmare.

being poor in driving.

sticking up for me whenever i met that most horrible person in my life.

for borrowing me a few bucks whenever i am hungry.

for becoming my guinea pig.

for keeping my secrets.

I walked up the flight of stairs last night and realized that you had left. Its time for a new chapter of our life. I had to say goodbye to our gossiping sessions. I do not know when we will sit next to each other again, just like how we used to. I clasped my fingers and pray silently that nothing will ever change our friendship.

I LOVE YOU SIEW KUAN!!

p/s : we are not lesbians

please............

2009-10-01T19:11:00.000-07:00

she had never call me. she expected me to call her.
if i didn't call her.... she'll put the blame on me for not dialing her number.
she did not even remember that i had finished my theory although i told her the details the last time i went back to ipoh.
She did not know that i had been having butterflies in my tummy for the past one horrible week and how severe those palpitations were.
It has always been like that.
I used to hate her so much.
Ju told me that she'll be very heart broken if that happens to her.

But she called me three times during my long case yesterday!!
THREE TIMES!! wow..... that's something new!

the long case was bad. i was the last one to go in and to come out from the panel's room. I got a case of left sided pleural effusion secondary to lung carcinoma. i missed the liver which was so freaking small!! i percussed all the way up to the costal margin and it was resonant! that liver was below the subcostal margin at the anterior axillary line. her trachea was mildly shift to the right but Dr Niv did not agree with my findings!! grr............when she showed me the CXR... the trachea was really shifted to the right. damn!!

please Dr Niv.... don't fail me because of that! i heard that you are very understanding and kind.
Dr sach .... please help me too although i know that u are really cocky at times...

pray hard

2009-09-28T20:02:00.000-07:00

God of Wisdom,

I thank you for the knowledge gained and the learning experiences of the semester. I come to you this day and ask you to illuminate my mind and heart. Let your Spirit be with me as I prepare for exams, guiding my studies, and giving me insight so that I can perform to the best of my ability. Please grant me the strength to handle the pressure during these final days of the semester, the confidence to feel secure in my knowledge, and the ability to keep an appropriate perspective through it all. Help me to keep in mind what is truly important, even as I focus my time and energy on these tests in the immediate future. Finally, may I sense your peace in knowing that I applied myself to the challenges of this day.

-Amen-

manipal masala maggi

2009-09-23T21:35:00.000-07:00

mun yooi gave us masala maggi as souvenir from manipal this time. i am starting to miss the maggi breakfast that i used to have behind the KMC stage. wow.... those were the days when cafu, weiyen, skinny leow and I would be busy shoving down the hot plate of maggi while waiting for the classes to commence.

what is so special about masala maggi?

it comes in a double pack. Look at its thickness.............so much difference from malaysia maggi eh?

it has a history of 25 years! it is as old as me :(

it comes with 2 short stories, of which one is written by a doctor. so, i guess masala maggi is good for health?

cafu had been brainstorming the whole night on how to prepare that delicious masala noodles. the noodles in the hot wok.

finally......tadahhhh........................

gosh! are u craving for masala maggi now?

thanks mun yooi babe! it makes me miss manipal more :p

sticky mooncakes

2009-09-19T07:40:00.000-07:00

I was day dreaming when cafu nudged me through the messenger.

cafu : bi, william's gf had gone back for the holidays. he's asking us to join him for dinner
me : oh ... let william decide what to eat OK? we'll have to cancel our ramadhan bazaar plan
cafu : he has a buy 1 free 1 coupon in The Windmill. We'll be leaving at 6 pm.

me : OK :)

We ordered 2 sets of dinner and was given another 2 sets for free. Needless to say, the boys had to finish up the extra food. I guess that is how they gain weight. Hehe

Then, we went hunting for mooncakes. We were fascinated with the snow skin durian and tiramisu paste mooncake. I had never tasted a durian mooncake for the past 25 years. Let's give it a try.

Cafu's tiramisu mooncake was just so sticky. I don't know why it was green inside.

it was as sticky as the elephant glue. stuck to the knife like a dead moth!!

Princess's durian mooncake was no way better. It was stickier than cafu's mooncake. We slit it open and the center core was stuffed with durian paste. I wonder where did they get the durian paste from? The durian season was 3 months ago. Oops.... The skin was too thick and it did not blend well with the durian paste. Might as well purchase a durian fruit instead. grr....

trying their best to get a whiff of that durianic bomb!!

Notorious's snow skin lotus mooncake was the best. It was the most presentable mooncake for the night.

The three of us had a cup of hot green tea each while feeding our lil tummies with mooncakes.

It was a quiet night. we were watching the chinese beauty pageant on astro when it rained cats and dogs. that idiotic box turned black instantaneously. there was no reception from the TV station. The bikini girls had all disappeared. I sensed the disappointment of the lustful boys.

We had no choice but to play mahjong while waiting for the rain to stop.

The Mid Autumn Festival Story

Once upon a time, the earth had ten suns. They burned the crops and people suffered of the infertile. Houyi sympathized the humans, so he decided to shoot down the sun but leave one to benefit the humans. After he shot down the suns, he became a hero. He had a beautiful wife name Chang'e and they lived happily together. Houyi had a lot of apprentices; they followed him to learn hunting. One day, on Houyi’s way back home the immortals emperor gave Houyi a pill which granted eternal life as a reward for shooting down the suns. He warned Houyi, “Make no haste to swallow the pill.” But Houyi loved Chang’e very much and did not want to leave her, so he gave the pill to Chang’e and let her store the pill in a safe place. Chang’e put the pill in her jewelry box. But one of Houyi’s apprentices Peng discovered this secret. He decided to steal the pill. One day Houyi and other apprentices went to the mountain. Peng pretended he was sick so that he can stay at home. Everyone went to the mountain except Chang’e, who stayed at home. He intruded in Chang’e’s room and forced her to give him the pill. Chang’e knew she cannot fight Peng so she took flight and flew far far away. She did not want to leave her husband, so she stopped at the moon which is closest to Earth. After Houyi knew what happened, he was very angry and heartbroken. He looked up into the night and called Chang’e’s name. He discovered that inside the moon there was a lady’s shadow that look like Chang’e, so he ran and ran and tried to reach the moon. He failed due to the strong wind.

So, i guess we celebrate the mooncake festival to remember lonely Chang'e who stays on the moon. wait!! there used to be ten suns?? that is just so fantabulous!

i hate smokers

2009-09-14T06:08:00.000-07:00

we were waiting eagerly for the lift in Dataran Pahlawan after dinner with eric n rachel. Then, there was this guy who smoked inside the lift! i seriously hate people who smoke. If they want to die of bronchogenic carcinoma, can't they smoke in their own rooms? It is such a pity to have passive smokers dying of cancers. I loathe the smell of the nicotine. I hate to see people puffing cigarettes as if they were lollipops! I swear to God that i will divorce my husband if he smokes. He can sleep in the garden with the dogs!

I HATE SMOKERS!

STAY AWAY FROM ME!

grooming for nicky

2009-09-12T08:24:00.000-07:00

i was reading the newspaper this morning when i suddenly realized that its time to send my nicky dog for grooming. it must be killing hot to have 2 inches thick of golden brown fur when the rain seldom pours. i called the Loving Pet Care Grooming Center in Ipoh Permai to have an appointment with Sam, the certified groomer. Then i kicked my lil baby brother down the bed and force him to accompany me. afterall, i can't be driving alone with that huge golden retriver sitting beside me. he'll probably lick my face when i'm driving.

nicky wagged its bushy tail so vigorously once he saw his greenish leash. somehow, he knew that we are bringing him out. we tied tigger dog outside the kitchen so that he won't be jealous. pity tigger! he was barking non stop for 15 minutes, begging us to bring him along. i gave him some chicken treats to calm him down. of course, it was to no avail.

the grooming center was a huge one. there were so many shih tzus at the receptionist. i have to admit that those shih tzus looked better than barbie (cafu's dog). i am not an avid fan of that silky fur dog simply because it is small and useless. it can't even guard a house. My nicky dog was the biggest of all dogs in the grooming center. applause applause

we left him there for 4 hours so that he could have a great time in his own spa, manicure and finally his hairdo. i've requested the groomer to trim his sexy chest hair. don't be mad at me nicky! your chest hair is just so disturbing at times.

Nicky was delighted when we picked him up. he stood on his hind legs and hugged my brother on the waist. The grooming package was RM 80. He searched frantically for his best mate, tigger once we reached home. Such a friendly dog!

Aha! went to satisfy our taste buds in The Vietnam House after Osce. Love the ambience and the food. The vietnamese bo piah was stuffed with rice noodles and steamed prawns. It was plain but yet it went well with the dipping sauce ( the sauce actually looked yucky to the naked eye). my coconut seafood curry with vemicelli was superb! everybody was merely staring at my coconut! lol..

silly cafu ordered fried rice AGAIN!! haiz.... he must be the most loyal guy on earth.

fried rice in famosa
fried rice in jiki
fried rice in bukit beruang
fried rice everywhere

Going back to my pinkish hostel room M428 tom.

a bad omen

2009-09-07T21:05:00.000-07:00

it is yet another beautiful morning when my lil feet kicked the saliva stained comforter aside. i know that its time to wash my smelly comforter. will do that after OSCE ok? then, my eyes popped out when i read D's blog. she had actually tasted miya's food!!!!!!!!!! OMG... miya is the pussy that cafu and syarhan had abandoned one year ago. i just can't imagine how a sane human would consume cat food. don't get me wrong. D is not as crazy and nasty like ESTHER ( provided that she is not having those difficult PMS moments) . i have to believe that she is a lovely young lady for she adopted miya. sorry miya!! we didn't want to throw you aside but you are full of allergens.

The notorious monk wiliam invited us for dim sum this morning. hmm.... william is always funny since the day i met him in taylors college. he sat behind me in class and was always cracking jokes. we met again in india and i couldn't recognize him. how pathetic rite? we were gossiping about gigantic choo and how strict he was doing exams. then, we saw that horrible thunder amidst the cloudy sky. owh!!! we believe that it is a bad omen and choo will be taking our long cases. sob!! why would the thunder strike for no reason and there was no pouring rain after that? food was really nice. too bad for ham lau who couldn't wake up this morning!! haha

OK! TIME TO STUDY FOR OSCE!! cafu is making a big fuss of me blogging again!

books are emetogenic

2009-09-04T02:57:00.000-07:00

so much have happened in the past 3 weeks. i had always wanted to blog but the finals was just around the corner. 3 papers were down and i don't feel like studying anymore. the books have become an emetogenic source. huhu...

A job interview was arranged for us. It was supposed to be a friendly encounter with the SPA people but it turned up sour. The Datuk told me that N is going to be extremely angry with me for not knowing his new baby concept of one malaysia completely! Then, he gave me the bomb. Do you mind serving the rural areas in sabah? Come on lar datuk... i don't care even if N is angry with me because i don't think that he understands his slogan too. i was then told to mention the names of some ministers ( with their titles in full ). oops.... do you need that to secure a job? If you want me to leave my land and stay in an island.. just send me there. FULLSTOP!!

There was a protest recently. I felt disgusted with the action of severing the head of a sacred animal. now where's the love for animals again? I am not commenting about any religion here but i am seriously annoyed with that particular person. it must have took him a lot of courage to tie the cow down and to kill it without mercy. what is wrong with that individual? what kind of mind set is this? we were all taught to love animals in school, weren't we? my neighbour, Ju thought that the head was a fake one.... haiz...

The finals had just started. I am praying for more luck.... afterall, shit happens!!!

-the end-

a short weekend

2009-08-11T06:48:00.000-07:00

Despite the rampant H1N1 flu, my forever crazy and noisy hostel neighbour Juliana went to KLCC with us. The KLCC twin tower no longer look glorious and magnificent. It was standing tall, fully resembling 2 stacks of gigantic rusty metal bar. Ju and I were mesmerised with Jimmy Choo's red stiletto heel.

spoilt brat cafu bought a 7 million bag from Crumpler. Look at his face!! He's simply delighted. He has finally satisfy his lust for a stylish camera bag. well, i do agree that the bag is awesome.

my lil bro recommmended dinner at California Pizza Kitchen although he has never been there. We were merely his guinea pig. that 10 inch pizza cost us RM 30. it was superb.
Highly recommended : BBQ chicken pizza

We took nicky boy for a walk during that lovely weekend. his chest hair is just soooooooooooo sexy.. lol

Time to study!!!!!! arghh

don't raise your voice

2009-08-10T20:40:00.000-07:00

To raise your voice doesn't mean that you will get to prove a point.

It just show how imbecile you are, forcing a weaker soul to give into your demands and to support your views blindly.

It only causes hatred and nothing else!

It will eventually scrape off the trust and love that someone has for you!

engagement?!!

2009-07-23T19:19:00.000-07:00

my deltoid is crying in pain after my cervarix vaccine. i can't abduct my upper arm and had to eat my roti canai solely with my left hand. that's how a monoplegic suffers. sob.. i had all the side effects this time. excessive fatiguability, diarrhoea and feeling nauseated. sorry, grandpa mv. i was really looking forward for your class this morning but i was just too exhausted. A cup of kopi O can't keep me awake too..

i had submitted my hospital application form. we planned to work in hosp seberang jaya, hosp sungai petani or hosp ipoh. deep down, i knew that we will be posted to hosp sungai petani. it is such a small town that nobody wants to go. cafu had decided to purchase a scooter in SP. lol... now, this is what happened in the office this morning.

kak N : ohh... nak bekerja di hospital sama ke? kamu kena isi nama tunang di slot ini. kalau letak nama girlfriend jer... mereka tak akan bagi hospital yang sama. lepas itu, tulis alasan ini... ingin mendapat hospital yang sama untuk housemenship sebab dah bercadang nak bertunang / berkahwin tahun depan.

she was like a match maker, bringing couples together and asking them to get married. As efficient as an enzyme, she had hastened the process of engagement. lol... i stared at him blindly and he said... write engagement as the reason. he was serious this time. OK, i am blushing now.

last week of school

2009-07-23T04:43:00.000-07:00

phew!! it is the last week of senior clerkship. let's hope so.

monday 2oth july

i was being lazy again. i was supposed to stay in muar surgical ward until 9pm but that devil had taken the lead in his squeky clean brainwashing. it was telling me to leave that stuffy ward ASAP and have a nice nap in my pinkish room. it was a horror to meet prof MV in the girl's hostel. kantoi!!! i'm so sorry grandpa MV. i know that you wanted to mould me into a good breast surgeon like you do but i am just so not into boobs. i prefer scrotal swellings. wicked smile

tuesday 21st july

we had lunch in our favourite wan tan mee stall, discussing some evil plans. Since everybody had left muar, why should we stayed back and cover up their asses? we had decided to go to the surgical OPD, say hi to prof MV and make him noticed that only 4 of us stayed back. lol... what a brilliant idea! But, we are nice people. we are not going to drag our buddies to hell. Didi dumped us in Muar!!! finally! she revealed her true colors.

collected my estee lauder 10R picture!! but bad cafu had confiscated it. he wanted to hang my pic in his room.

wednesday 22nd july

sweet calvin sent us to muar. it'll be my last muar trip in BJL 4688. that camry had served us well. it had faithfully brought us up the hill for that short dose of excitement in poker. now, it has reached the phrase of retirement. it is going back to its long lost island. 5 of us cramped into calvin's camry today. skinny leow, cafu, SK, Didi and me!!! my left gluteal fat was merely dangling in the air during that 45 minutes journey.

thursday 23rd july

we had some photography session in muar hospital

bau bei and me

the girls who are staying in the 4th floor of girl's hostel

in cafu's altis

my lovely bau bei injected my 2nd dose of cervarix vaccine.... trust me.. it was less painful than the first dose.

where is the love?

2009-07-18T19:51:00.000-07:00

we were shoving down flavored rice in one of our favourite hide-out place when my eyes caught the most unpleasant sight of a middle aged guy. He was throwing a big piece of stone at a dog which was approximately 1metre away from him. he was such an evil person. he could have chosen a smaller stone but he did not. he took the biggest one instead. mind you....the dog was not harming him at all. it was just trying to find its way back home just like how an uncle with alzheimers would do. how pitiful... i knew that the dog was lost, judging from the red doggie tag that was hung around his neck. every dog who has a lovely home has a licence and that means that he is not a stray dog which can transmit that horrible, hydrophobic rabies virus to you. Dogs have their own vaccination cards too. They are well vaccinated against rabies, coronaviruses and poxviruses just to protect themselves and their owners.

what happens if someone throws a stone at you? it must be extremely painful to suffer from that sudden impact!! now, why hurt another god's creation? where is the love for animals?

i still remember vividly what happened to my nicky dog when he went running loose just a year ago. an old haggard man kept kicking my nicky dog at his abdomen. That man has a dog and how could he hurt other people's dog just like that? i hate people who has no love for dogs! SHAME ON YOU!!!! don't you know that dogs are man's best friend? that just shows how shallow, immoral and imbecile you are!!

thank God, nicky has a chip that is implanted into his long doggie ears. we can trace him down whenever he goes roaming about in the neighbourhood. muacks!! i love you nicky boy!!

my malay note

2009-07-17T18:53:00.001-07:00

I had so much of a problem drafting this note in the sophisticated malay language but i believed that it has been beautifully written. applause applause.

Tuan,
Permohonan untuk ditempatkan di hospital yang sama

Berhubung dengan perkara di atas, saya, Cafu ( no IC ) ingin ditempatkan di hospital yang sama dengan teman wanita saya, Lazy lil Princess ( no IC ).

Budi baik Tuan akan disanjung selama-lamanya.

Sekian, terima kasih.

Yang benar,

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(Cafu)

oops.. sorry cafu. I am not going to deliver this note under my name because they will think that i am so desperate to be with you 24/7. so better to put your name instead of mine. haha.... what a smart choice!! i am killing two birds with a stone. first and foremost, i get to save my face and 2nd ... i get to chain you up. lol

The 5 stages of a female's life

2009-07-16T03:35:00.000-07:00

the 5 stages of a female's life :

1) TO GROW UP

2) TO FILL OUT

3) TO SLIM DOWN

4) TO HOLD IT IN

AND

5) TO HELL WITH IT

my virgin nicky boy

2009-07-15T08:35:00.000-07:00

i melted when he told me that this is our future house....

but, i still love my house where my parents and my lil baby bro shower me with endless love. besides, nicky boy is always there to listen to my lame jokes. yes!! i know i sounded crazy but i do talk to my dog most of the time. i love to see him wagging his bushy tail whenever i invite him for a morning walk up the hill. that's the most perfect false hope because i have never bring him out. lol.... he'll end up dragging me up the hill. It is indeed a white lie that i keep telling my nicky boy just to keep his mood elated. Do not underestimate his bushy tail. it hurts when it smack you on the rounded buttocks. ouch!!!

Look!! nicky is a big boy now and he's still a virgin. lol

disgusted facies

2009-07-07T09:35:00.001-07:00

he was showing that very disgusted face today simply because a girl who's slow in catching up tries to blend into their clan. she was like a cocoon retreating into her own shell when IG described that ugly face to her. being slow, she's never reactive to her surroundings. this lil petite lady has never been good in reading facial expressions. she had always known who are her good weathered friends but she silently hoped that they will support her through the thick and thins, to hold her delicate hands and to survive the torrentious, crashing waves together. true to its contrary, life is never perfect and the fittest shall survive. no matter how hard she tried to improve her skills, she's still another hopeless alien, begging for an acceptance. she has been thrown with countless, constant smirks that stirred a portion of sadness within her. Another guy who thinks that he's the most superior among all and how different he is from the rest of us would just walked away whenever she's in his so-called territory. why would people deny the existence of this gullible girl who's trying to be nice to everybody?

she tried to correct some mistakes that this superior guy had made a couple of days ago, unfortunately it must have fallen onto deaf ears. well, his brain must have been a very amazing one for it could not accept facts from a lil girl who's never good. all in all... she may not be perfect, but she knows her stuffs well. she tried to be humble but she has learnt well now.

why waste time on selfish people who doesn't even bother whether you exist in the first place? why waste time on people who doesn't even want to share things with you? why waste time on people who doesn't even want to be friends with you?

birds of the same kind flock together..... i am not going to dream of being accepted into your selfish, evil group for i am special in my own ways.

-the end-

arghh phones again!!!!

2009-07-02T18:45:00.000-07:00

while we were waiting for our mediterranean pizza, he suggested a one day trip to KL. I was reluctant to go because i knew that we would be saying hello to low yatt again. Trust me.....he is fed up with his iphone. he has been feeding my eardrums with phone infos for the past 3 days. i am never an avid fan of phones. i was merely pretending to be interested. he was babbling about how solid htc phones are, how horrible the new nokia phone is and the 3 different types of iphones in the market. err.....who cares !! i am tying my best to deny him from his toys!! evil rite?

the greatest liar

2009-06-28T01:16:00.000-07:00

well, this must be the craziest thing to do on a sunday evening. here i am.....stranded in uncle john kopitiam alone, shoving down a big basket full of my favourite french fries while waiting for cafu to do his facial wash 2 streets away from this kopitiam. 4 youngsters are sitting next to this sticky marble table that i am currently putting my lappie on. they must be some kiasu JPA freaks because they keep babbling about diplomas...how smart one of the girls are because she gets to jump three grades and she was only 15 when she did her form 6.. well, they have nothing better to do than to compare how smart their brain works. duh!!! i guess that they must be my juniors too because they were discussing about some arterial supply. whatever..... i just find them boring!!

my phone beeps and sweet sk sent me another horrible sms that had indirectly spoilt my sunday. 'guys we have a problem. college wants to move our unis forward. emergency meeting monday 6 pm at sports complex 1st floor. we'll take care of night postings! '

my eyes went popping out. sk told me that they are going to bring forward our unis because mr pathetic R*Z*K couldn't get enough patients for our long case as it was that boring puasa month again. look!!! to fast is a beautiful thing to do. my religion taught me to fast on certain festivals too. i guess people who fast still goes to work. it is yet another monotonous day of the year where people get to eat only at different timings. we had our competency exam last year during the puasa month too. how did he manage to get patients for us last year but not this time? he suggested to bring our unis forward by one week. oh my god!! we can do a lot more in one weeks time. this is just so crazy!!

come on..........indian and chinese patients never fast. malay patients don't have to fast whenever they are sick. plus, we are feeding them money to come for our exam. look!!! who's the lazy one now? I HATE YOU R*Z*K!!!!! DON"T MESS UP WITH MY LIFE!!! YOU ARE THE GREATEST LIAR!!! I AM TIRED OF YOU AND YOUR LIES!!! if Dr MM were to say that our mouths are full of shit and nothing comes out from our mouths but shit.......... i think yours is even more stinky that ours. go grab a tube of colgate from tesco and scrub those pearls inside real hard!!

LIAR LIAR PANTS ON FIRE!!!!

my impaired glucose.......sob

2009-06-17T07:48:00.000-07:00

ouch!! Capillary blood was oozing from the tip of my middle finger. Skinny leow must have taken all his revenge on me by pushing the lancet deep down into the soft tissues of my pitiful middle finger. we were then fixing our gazes onto that glucometer in yellow zone.

20,19,18,17..........5,4,3,2,1.................

my fasting blood glucose was 5.3!!! having a family history of type 1 diabetes mellitus had always instilled a monotonous fear in me. since i was a child, i had never failed to see my daddy getting his insulin injections. he needs to carry his pen along with him, even during vacations. well, since my pain threshold is super duper low, i could not imagine poking insulin subcutaneously into my flabby abdomen. i will have to say goodbye to my bikinis. OMG.... 5.3 is quite high (although 5.6 is impaired fasting). there goes cafu who then pricked his own fingers to show off his beautiful post prandial glucose level which was only 4.9!!!

to make matters worst, i did a 2 hour post prandial after lunch and it was 8.1!!! that's impaired post prandial and i should go for a MGTT. gosh..... how does 75 grams of glucose tastes like?!! my little mind came out with a brilliant idea. i am not going to get pregnant at all!! since prevention is better than cure, why take the risk of developing a placenta inside my womb? why should i have those placenta hormones in me when i know that there are changes of getting type 2 DM in 5 years time? to get type 2 is at least better than type 1. at least i don't have to get daily injections. sob... i was so depressed last night that i was about to burst into tears, right there in A&E. Skinny Leow was not supportive at all!! he was then feeding my ears with some pathetic sentences ..... ' i am going to be a renowned surgeon in future. you don't have to take your insulins. the worst you can get is to amputate your toes!!!! i can do that for you!!

i don't normally pray to God. But thank gOd my daddy had his diabetic follow up with a very much experienced physician the very same day. Dr Giri is his physician and his best friend. my dad told him about my glucose levels which were pretty much impaired. he was my saviour for the day. Dr Giri said............. 'Nah... its Ok. she doesn't have to worry! No need to go for a diabetic diet ... stress could lead to high glucose too!!'

well, i did my fasting for the 2nd time this morning in the A&E and it was 5. that was after badminton and a more balanced diet the night before. phew!!!! no matter what... i have to control my diet now before it becomes too late!! my dad told me not to chicken out and i learnt that fasting is the most accurate glucose level. i have to start my 30 minutes exercise from today onwards. planning to bring nicky boy for a walk this weekend and not going to have babies in future. adoption is just so beautiful :p

my dad told me that............... 'girl, you won't die from diabetes ok? you just need to control it!! ' but still...............sob

sushi and journey up the hill

2009-06-14T07:11:00.000-07:00

calvin had been very nice last thursday. well, since he didn't turn up for my birthday surprise party as he was busy admiring his $8k computer, he had decided to bring us for dinner in wa-zen. wa-zen is a non halal japanese restaurant in Taman Melaka Raya and the food was superb! both the lau brothers had pork bellies stuffed into their tummies like how we feed the vendor machines. I do not know why they are notoriously known as the lau brothers. they have never come out with anything good, unlike the wright brothers. hey... at least we flew to india in planes!! when they are together, they fork out money and make low yat plaza richer. sometimes, they donate money to their favourite uncle lim who is now RIP in the cemetery of genting.

while we were waiting for our jap food, there comes another evil idea from calvin.

'Let's visit uncle lim! I could feel his presence! he is calling us!!'

katsu don

katsu kurel rice

nabeyaki udon

potato sarudu

edamame

spider maki

chuka kurage

california maki

so, we have decided to spend the saturday afternoon in genting. notorious william had gotten his mind so corrupted earlier by mingling too much with the lau brothers and joined us in our journey up the hill. we visited uncle lim in his cemetery. i hope that he is really resting in peace (RIP) and not in the state of 'rising if possible' (RIP). The toilet door in the ladies closed by itself while i was washing my hands!! oh no! that was so scary. i don't know whether the toilet is haunted but i knew that i was alone. i have determined not to visit his cemetery anymore. it send shivers down my spine. it was a great getaway for all of us. we learnt a new game from calvin and are all looking forward for the next visit. aha... not to forget the delicious claypot low shu fen and thousand island sauce chicken salad in pandan indah. it is highly recommended. thanks william!!

claypot low shu fen

thousand island sauce chicken salad

sambal fried low shu fen

seafood spaghetti

our drinks!

i enjoy being a girl

2009-06-09T05:19:00.000-07:00

its the last day before i turn 1/4 of the century old. wow... i am really old now!!! I did something unexpected this evening. i registered and went for ESTEE LAUDER MODEL SEARCH!! OK people.. stop laughing! i know i don't have the height, the boobs, the face and that magnificent hour glass body that stirred a portion of lust in all the XYs but hey it's the last day before i turn really old, haggard and ugly?? so, why not chase a dream and hope that it will come true? i still believe that miracles and fairy tales are true.

to qualify for the model search, all you have to do is to sign up for the Estee Lauder Model Search Makeover package at RM 280 that will entitled you to a :

an estee lauder model search 2009 entry form

a full makeover by an estee lauder make up artist

hairdo by miko hair studio and academy

styled in eclipse apparel

photography by professional protrait photographers

one instant A4 potrait

RM 230 redeemable for estee lauder products

wow.. it was really exciting. i thought that i was the only girl who would be building castles in the air but then i saw so many ladies there. some are even fatter than i do but yet they are confident enough to take part. applause applase.. i met a new friend from stamford college. she's just sweet 19 and so young. owh... Love her eyes

i adore my brand new hair do with my eyelashes all in curl. it made me looked so mature. ya... its good for ageing girls like me. wink wink...i was merely floating like the clouds on air do. I walk with a sweet and girlish gait, with my hips kind of swivelly and swervy. i just enjoy being a girl and drooled over pretty dresses and heels. the photography session was superb. a portable fan was there to create a pseudowindy atmosphere. owh.....so breezy!!

bau bei bought a 10R photo as remembrance. the lady who was doing the adobe photoshop editing complimented that ... 'oh girl, you have a very smooth face...i don't have to do much editing! ' owh....i had that most satisfied smile being plastered on my face which was painted by Eddie (my make up artist). love the modelling experience. yippie!!

durianzz

2009-06-09T04:37:00.000-07:00

my bloated tummy was being naughty again. It was growling so pitifully that it needs to be fed. It was begging me for a hot bowl of nabeyaki udon. Then, Eric was my saviour! He invited us for a durian feast in CK's house. A whiff of that durianic perfume would have send shivers to some angmos. well, i guess durians must have smelt like malenic stools to them. i do pity you angmos!! you could never satisfy your taste buds with that seed licking good fruit. Even my cousin's dog, peanut loves durian. we treat the durian as our king. oops... sorry KING. i know you just had your birthday last week. so do i. don't be mad at princess ok?

they bought the durians on the way back from muar hospital from a malay uncle. his stall is known as THE OK MAN DURIAN STALL.

we were lucky enough to have our durians sent to bukit baru by a pseudo-lamboghini. the car is now infestated by ants. i saw andrew washing his car so vigorously this evening, draining all the energy from him. well, i guess he would never buy us durians anymore after this bad experience. lol.

well, just a note on some bitch that have is trying her best to mess up with me. it is not related to my faithful loyalty to durians. but, she's still a BITCH, so bitchy that she couldn't mind her own business but to step her stinky, blister foot on mine. FUCK OFF LAR!!! stop showing me your innocent face! do u know that your innocent face is so pathetic and horrible that even the devil feels like porking his big fork into your eyes just to scoop them out? such a real CB!!!

a narrow escape

2009-06-09T04:08:00.000-07:00

It was one of the most beautiful afternoon. the sun was shining like unpolished diamond in the sky. it must have been so beautiful that i have decided to hibernate in my pinkish room, reading kenny sia's hilarious blog on PMS and to update my uncle bryan on my dad's condition. He was unwell and was admitted to Ipoh Specialist Centre where he received 3 pints of blood. It was a very narrow escape. Thank God that i was back home. Otherwise, my dad would have knocked on heaven's gate and i would lose my dad forever.

My needle-phobic silly bro had no choice but to donate blood. he was so afraid of needles that he doesn't mind not knowing his blood group at all. My ferocious mom made him sat in the blood bank and had his upper arm cuffed. He was then chanting his favourite phrase so monotonously....... die lar die lar.. so pain so pain!!! well, he must have been so nervous that his BP shoot up to 140/90mmHg instantaneously. Being his evil sis, i was then asking him.... 'so, are you going to donate blood again?'.. OH NOOOOOO!!!!!!!

God must have showed his endless mercy to us for my dad is finally discharged from the hosp. I would like to thank Wilson (cafu's cousin) for another pack of blood. We really appreciate it. Thanks a lot.

happy birthday princess

2009-06-04T20:42:00.000-07:00

it's my 25th birthday!!! bau bei had a surprise party for me at one station cafe with my bunch of close knitted chinese community friends. Syarhan (half apek) and Nadia were there too. owh... love my friends so much. i must have been slow again. he told me that we are going to one station cafe because eric wants to bring us around malacca town in his brand new honda accord 2.4 after a sip of coffee. OK, Eric looks like he is floating in his new car simply because he's a not-so-tall chap. lol. I had been really slow that night. I sat quitely in my pinksh room, reminiscing the whole morning. There were obvious flaws. cafu didn't allow me go back to my room to remove my alluring freshkons after my Estee Lauder Model Search contest. The 24/7 topless syarhan was wearing a nice jersey when i dropped by to say hi. CK was walking behind Eric in one station. that was indeed surprising because CK would never go for a cup of coffee without his caffeine addicted lady boss. Cafu brought his DSLR along for coffee and he made a silly remark... 'why am i bringing my camera?' Yet, i didn't know that it was a surprise party for me. Gosh...

Eric Ee - he has a new honda accord. sorry not available anymore. hehe

weiyen is starting to miss me already. he told me that they won't be celebrating my 26th birthday and we shall meet again on somebody elses wedding day after graduation. it won't be the same anymore. OMG.... 3 more months of schooling life and i'll be working (if i don't get nasty panels for finals). he bought me a crystal bracelet from taiwan. owh... thanks weiyen. it fit perfectly. weiyen is the guy who sat next to me in manipal. i thought he was a girl initially. lol

the best photo that we have of weiyen. he's so handsome in this pic rite? lol

Bau bei bought me a tweety bird bathing robe, a dress and a birthday cake

My lovely gf, sk and her prince charming, CK tan gave me a brown top. Eric said that top is meant for pregnant ladies. hehe...

Eric, Sheou Loei, Tien gen, Gary, chee kong, skinny, voon ya and jason gave me mascara and facial products from body shop.

Apek syarhan and nadia bought me an aroma therapy set

Sweet mun yooi bought me a big box of famous amos cookies... wow!! i am going to be fat but thanks babe.. i love being a cookie monster

hng gave me some hair accessories...

cousin jenny said that i should enjoy life because i will turn 30 pretty soon. Oh no!!!!!!!!!!

thanks a lot!! i had a blast!! love all of you! muakzz

when i was 17

2009-05-28T05:24:00.000-07:00

7 years ago? wait........i was just another young, innocent 17 years old. Those were the days when i have to wake up as early as 530 am in the morning to catch the ricketty bus, to give a pat on brownie's forehead, to tell my grandmama that i love her and to get Ati to braid my hair into two cute lil ponytails. Brownie would be wagging it's tail, breathing harshly. the breeze was always cold but yet i had never complained. it was a year without driving license. I was always on my mountain bike, being chased after by stray dogs and snakes too. i don't remember how many times i had fallen on flexed elbow from my bicycle. my mom would cleaned my wounds with povidone iodine and i would be weeping. it was the year that the idiotic box got its very own astro service and my eyes were glued to it. michelle and i would be walking hand in hand to take the town bus. i then met a guy who was mastubating in the bus. i saw his organs and i actually pitied him. i thought that he had injured his genitals because it was super red. it must have been swollen too and that's why he couldn't zip his pants. how naive i was?!! It was a year filled with endless puppy loves. issac would be walking me home. He had once drew a card of us, with me in sunglasses and called me endlessly in taylors. J had once asked me out for a val's date. My inbox was fulled with his daily mails and ecards. Aha..not to forget, it was also the year that i met KF :p

that was me when i was still sweet 17. owh.......such sweet memories (minus that guy in the bus)

Qing ge (love song)

2009-05-27T04:05:00.000-07:00

salt and sugar

2009-05-27T03:41:00.000-07:00

sugar was trying her best to mingle with salty. well, the differences may not be obvious to the myopic eye. my blur field of vision made it almost impossible for me to see the true colours in them. i went to med school for few years and got to know that both salt and sugar is bad. salt causes hypertension and sugar causes diabetes. so, when salt and sugar blend together.... it is the worst of all shit!! simply because you can get multiorgan complications. sugar is worst than salt. we all fell for her because she's sweet. it made you wanting her more and in the end, all you get is the pain of being alone and the heart weeps in pain. next... you could see sugar luring more and more innocent myopic young adults into her trap. i do pity them but not this time. because the soon to be victim is the salt which doesn't even taste good at all.

lingerie shop

2009-05-25T05:05:00.000-07:00

he hid the present in his car, expecting me to notice it. but, i didn't. he gave it to me when we reached the hostel small gate. i was delighted once i saw the plastic bag. wow!!! its from young hearts!!! i knew what it was. it's the pinkish tweety bird bathing robe that i had set my eyes on during the weekends. 'thank you bau bei!!! ' and i gave a peck on his cheek.

Look!! its not easy for a guy to buy something from a lingerie shop. just imagine how many pair of eyes would be staring at him. i would do so to if i see a guy walking into a lingerie shop ALONE! he must be a transexual or some thailand ah kua to be close those lacy bras. i must praise KF for that courage! applause applause :p

me....not stingy?

2009-05-20T22:34:00.000-07:00

I was born on 5 June 1984, Tuesday.

POSITIVE : Her speech is soft and a good entertainer . Good at keeping secret, only certain person can know the secret she's keeping. Her decision not tough and easily influence by others. In financial matters, she's good at savings, not stingy. Hardworking, responsible, like to be praise but need guidance and supervising in many aspect.

NEGATIVE : Like to blame others for any mistake, and have potential to become insincere. When she didn't like a person she will caused trouble, stubborn. Give up easily and always depend on others. Always trapped in tough decisions.

i need to pay him to go for dinner with me!!

2009-05-17T04:41:00.001-07:00

i was trying really hard to focus but it was to no avail. my lil tummy was growling so badly until i could feel the burning sensation within it. it was a nice sunday with my boyfriend feeding me with more and more false hopes. 'bi, i am going to cook you sambal prawn during the weekends ok'. his sentence was still ringing in my ears. it was like a soothing melodious music that keeps on playing. sunday comes by and he was then telling me..... 'bi, do u know that i have to spend more time and money when i cook?' see how great my boyfriend is as a liar? for those who have done his quiz in facebook, you will definately stand firm by my side.

i suggested shopping in dataran pahlawan because that extreme laziness was multiplying inside me again! it was supposed to be a shopping day but we ended up satisfying our pitiful shrunken tummy in restaurant tong heng. he wanted to show off his not-so-good mandarin and i gave him the honour to order our food. since i had promised to treat him dinner (provided that he accompanies me to eat), i had no choice but to let him choose the dishes! that was so silly of me. he chose the most expensive of all bihun as the main dish. it costs us RM 20. i have to pay my boyfriend to eat dinner with me. how pathetic right?

look! this is the bihun. don't ask me why it is so expensive. if you are observant enough, you will realize that it comes with a dismantled big prawn. in fact, this is the biggest prawn that i have ever had in malacca. it was fresh. i don't think that it is really chopstick-licking good but kf had actually licked until the bowl was sparkling clean!!! gosh!!!

next, we ordered the seafood fried rice and veg.

the moral of the story.... don't ever think of getting kf to choose the dishes!
i am totally broke now... sob... going to depend on my oats tom :(

to make kf

2009-05-16T02:11:00.000-07:00

to make kf...

here are the ingredients....

3A's = kf

1st A = princess anne. i have to admit that the first A forms 90% of kf. she needs the highest of all investments, maintenance, love and care. so, planning to get another replacement?

2nd A = apple i phone without 3G and bluetooth. sorry cafu.. i know your phone is sucky but i don't tell lies because i hate you calling me...liar! liar! panties on fire! wink wink

3rd A = toyato altis. its a really nice babe provided that it is not infestated by flying baby cockroaches. the beauty of altis? i don't need extra pillows to get that extra height when i drive.

f off

2009-05-14T07:29:00.000-07:00

i just hate people for taking my stuffs without my permission!!!
so what if you have gotten permission from my bf?
those are my stuffs!! not his!! he has no rights to give them away !!
you had just shattered the trust that i have been cultivating so meticulously in you by doing so!!!!
i've learnt my lesson!! i'll keep my stuffs all by myself!!
not going to trust anybody anymore for that just prove how stupid and gullible i am!!
i need to learn how to survive in this devilish world where the most selfish of all mankind dominates!!!

SO, just FUCKED OFF!!!!
please learn how to ask permission next time.
my bf is my bf!! i am me!!
i maybe tiny but i am not that insignificant!!!

our 7th anniversary

2009-05-09T02:23:00.000-07:00

it's our 7th anniversary!! He suggested italian food in Olio. I wore my bareback silky white dress from 18eighty and i just loved it so much. it looked really nice on my newly tanned skin. i had inevitably faked that cornea of mine. i wore the alluring freshkon contact lenses, just to have that pretty, big, bright eyes. the double lid stickers made it easier for eye shadows. He bought me a new pair of heels to match my white dress. that's why i call him my ATM machine :p

Olio was magnificent. He gave me the honour to order food for the night. i must have been so shallow for i couldn't comprehend most of the words printed in the menu. Well, since italians are famous for their pasta and pizza, i've decided to order both just to satisfy our taste buds. hmm, i ordered the zuppa funghi soup as appetizer. Had always wanted to know how different italian mushroom soups are from the others. owh......so dissapointed!! not much difference and that costs us RM 13.50

next, i've chosen pizza fruiti di mare. it comes with mozarella, seafood and tomato sauce. there goes my vow on dieting. wait... i don't remember tasting any seafood from that piece of bread now. did we just got conned again? He finished most of 12 inches pizza all by himself. i had one slice. Sabah calvin got two slices :p

how did i choose the pasta? i saw the famous spaghetti bolognese and i had tasted too many of them. cafu used to cook them almost every month. there was fettucine but i was never a fan of fettucine. so i go for the pasta with the longest name in the menu. Linguine Al Pesto Con Gamberoni (Linguine with Basil Pesto and Seared Prawns) . i don't even know how to pronounce this pasta correctly. i was merely pointing at the menu when the waiter took the orders. 'err... just give me one of this' :p Kf hated this pasta so much for it tasted like blended spinach. he was complaining that i had entirely forgotten that he hated spinach. haiz... but if you had looked clearly in the menu, they did not state anything about spinaches!!! it was really delicious although it looked so gross. yummy!!

he bought me a present from lovely lace which cost RM 70. i can now hang my collection of earings, bracelets, necklaces and watches on that bridal doll now. love it so much bau bei!!! thanks!

so, are we going to celebrate anniversary together next year? i hope you won't be too busy probing vaginas in the delivery suite until you totally forgotten bout me. there goes 7 years from the day i knew you in lower six science 3, st michaels ipoh. you were sitting behind me and i was the one who initiated the conversation for you were such a shy boy!! now, what happened to you? you go around disturbing other girls and all. aiks!! nvm...still love you. muacks!!

happy anniversary bue!!!!

to ask for forgiveness

2009-05-08T21:17:00.000-07:00

Alvin was staring at that orangie string around my left wrist in awe. 'So, that is your traditional religion huh? i thought you are a christian! ' Gosh!! since when i got baptized? i don't even wear a cross. he was not the first one who think so. my name must have been quite misleading. I do have plans to convert into christianity for i love churches. in fact, i wanted to walk on the aisle with a few lil cute flower girls on my wedding day. Mr tall A had once told me to understand more about my own religion before making that drastic decision. Don't ask me about buddhism. i don't know anything about buddhism until that pathetic moral class 2 years ago. Then, there i was falling in love slowly with the teachings of buddha.

Buddhist are supposed to follow the 5 core precepts.

1) DO NOT KILL

that means that i should not harm and cause any sufferings to other organisms. wait... i don't remember how many ants and cockroaches i had killed mercilessly. i have baygon in my room and i spray that insecticide when i see cockroaches crawling in. i had used my room slippers to smack at those ants which make my life miserable. then, i had used the broom to hit on dragonflies. the gigantic davidson is also a good source for killing insects. fast and painless :p

2) DO NOT STEAL

hmm..... i have stolen things before from the mall. owh... that was in standard 2. my eyes was glued to this particular pencil and i wanted it badly. And when you take bisacodyl from the ward without a prescription, do you call it stealing?

3) DO NOT LIE

i had been teling a lot of white lies...... 'oh kf, your spaghetti tastes so finger licking good!!! '

a buddhist is not supposed to gossip. owh!!! i gossiped almost every single day!!! so how? i hope God doesn't cut my tongue in hell.....

4) DO NOT MISUSE SEX

adultery is forbidden. owh... i shall skipped this part since i am not married.

5) DO NOT CONSUME ALCOHOL

oh no!!!! i just had a bottle of 5% vodka a fortnight ago. it was nice seriously. how do people survive without a lil bit of alcohol??

Anywayzz..... HAPPY WESAK DAY TO ALL

i have gone to ask for forgiveness in the temple this morning. i shall try not to kill insects and gossip anymore. i know its almost impossible to do so. there goes my job as a CNN reporter. sob..

i'll try to be a good girl buddha!! no worries!!

slow, fat and fucked up

2009-05-07T05:04:00.000-07:00

so, it was another moment for a few seconds of reflection. what have i achieved for the past 4 days since the commencement of housemen shadowing? NOTHING!! i failed in all the simple procedures like blood taking ( Ok, the lady was a bit plump. nobody could noticed or feel for the veins ), inserting an IV brannula ( it was really bad. i didn't know where the needle had gone to ) and probing my lil finger into the distendable vagina ( i couldn't feel the cervix at all ).

life gets really fucked-up when your boyfriend managed to do all the procedures and you can't.he told me that his practical skills are better than mine and how slow i am. he was telling D that she'll pass her finals for sure and i am at the borderline, simply because i get panicked way too easily. so, should i weep like a baby? just like what miss SN did when she failed to withdraw blood? i remembered how difficult it was for me to learn how to take BP when i was in manipal. OK, that was supposed to be easy but i took longer than it should. i just need more time and practice. see.... its not easy being a slow learner. i took 8 years to realise that the side mirrors of a car serves a purpose. i took 4 months to realise that i couldn't feel the cervix because i did not probe deep enough, how short my fingers were and u need to probe at least 12 cm to reach the cervix.

i've learnt from experience. i could still remember the indian lady in A&E who developed an absence seizure so abruptly while she was talking to me. i didn't know what to do. i was merely standing there in a state of shock. it was like a vicious cycle. i met another malay lady who became unconcious while she was chatting with me. she was bleeding internally and was in so much pain. i held her hand and chatted with her to alleviate the pain in her. i knew how to alert the nurse when she became unconcious. i didn't stand there and stared at her anymore. she introduced me to her daughter..... inilah dr annie yang temankan mak dan tolong mak masa mak pengsan... fuyoh... so proud of myself. so, alert somebody and monitor the vitals when somebody become unconcious :p

to make matter worst.... OMY, Ju and M gave a remark that i have gain weight. Ok, its not something nice to hear. i want to highlight that you must be prepared to face cricitisms. only true friends will tell you that how much you have grown horizontally, how ugly you look with your new hairstyle, how horrible your dress is, how thick is that blusher that keeps your cheek pinkish.... There comes a point in your life when you realize who matters, who never did, who won't anymore and who always will. So, don't worry about the people in your past, there's a reason why they didnt make it to the future...

the excessive fat came from a change in my dietary habits. i have been consuming those oily food from gazebo, banana leaf rice and potatoes. i was never a fan of gazebo but had to be there just because somebody loves oily food. it has been so bad that i had to screen pics before kf upload them on facebook. i am going to go for diet now. no more fine carbo, chicken rice and potatoes. going to ban french fries... sob.. there goes my favorite food.

KF.... STOP FEEDING ME WITH OILY STUFFS! YOU ARE GETTING FAT FAT FAT!

SO I AM JUST ANOTHER SLOW, FAT, FUCKED UP MEDICAL STUDENT !!!!

redang trip

2009-05-01T20:08:00.000-07:00

the colorful small sea- anemone like polyps that beat in uniform according to the rhythm of the tropical oceanic waves beneath the crystal clear salt water of redang island had the entire group mesmerized. i had always longed for the breeze to touch my pinkish cheek. i could still feel the hot breeze slapping my face now. we were astonished that we could feast our epicanthic folded eyes with an island that is so unpolluted, untouched. all of us had wanted a cheap getaway from the stressful shithole in malacca. Small Calvin got a nice package from the matta fair which includes a 3D2N chalet accommodation, snorkeling and food for RM 300. we had decided to drive to marang jetti for we couldn't trust any of the bus drivers anymore. kf had borrowed a 6 seater toyota wald from sani (his 3rd sister's colleague). Sani was so nice to us that he actually took the trouble to send his car for a bubble wash and vacuum. i guess that he must have gotten his jaw dropped so badly till it touches the ground once we returned his car. it was filled with fine sand.

we were all nestled in redang reef. This must be one of the worst hotel that i have ever been too for we had to clear our plates and cups after each meal!!! all of the workers had this peculiar whistle tied around their neck like a dog leash..... they'll blow the whistle whenever its dining time, snorkeling time etc.... i guess we were treated more like national service trainees than tourists. how pathetic!! thank god the food was superb and the room was cosy clean.

Snorkeling was supposed to be fun because the corals were so pretty and you could see naughty nemos darting in and out from those swaying corals. i got chickened once i saw a jellyfish right behind my shoulder. owh..... i inched to the shore as fast as i could as jellyfish sting could be awfully painful.... my pain threshold is super duper low... AND..kf did nothing to save me from the plastic like jellyfish!!!!!!!! next, we saw an eel (we thought that it was a coral initially and kf had disturbed that creature). we got a shock out of our lives once that slimy creature opens its mouth just to show us its sharp jagged tooth. it was then chasing after us. i guess that was the only momento that i swam during snorkeling. otherwise, i was merely floating on the surface and getting kf to pull me along. see...... that is what we call the extreme laziness. Kf had light headedness from hypoxia as he had to pull along a 44kg princess.

i had trespassed the magnificent laguna resort for i loved the swimming pool. the chlorinated water was warm. the scorching sun must have heated it up the whole day. otherwise, it would take 25 people to pee in the pool to have that awesome temperature. Silly kf was merely using his DSLR to capture me. i pitied him because he couldn't leave his camera by the poolside and jump in to enjoy the water. he had to stay some distance away from the pool for it might wet his lens. i was glad that nobody noticed that i had trespassed... it was written STRICTLY FOR LAGUNA GUESTS ONLY.... lol......all u need to do is.... walk in confidently :p

i had fallen in love with summer point. a group of singers sang so beautifully that we sat there for hours. kf had fallen asleep under the stars for 2 nights. he had always wanted to know what i did while he was in his dream land. i slept on the hammock, counting stars. i am loyal OK? stop having delusion of infidelity!! besides, it was too dark for me to check out on cute guys :p

all in all, i am tanned now. had been strolling along the shore with my bikini. owh.... back to shithole tomorrow :)

i'm slow?

2009-04-17T16:02:00.000-07:00

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

i'm a happy girl

2009-04-14T01:20:00.000-07:00

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

ignorance

2009-04-08T01:14:00.000-07:00

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

the door just would not open

2009-04-01T01:41:00.000-07:00

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.

baby gloria

2009-03-24T07:03:00.000-07:00

introducing my baby hamster .....

She's Gloria Lau and she's just 5 months old. Gloria stays in a habitual orangie cage in the living room of 3-8, Pangsapuri Seri Permata together with 3 rascals. Her papa is Kf Lau. The other 2 boys pay less attention to her as if Gloria was another insignificant bug like her lil owner. I bought Gloria from Perry in Jonker street. I had fallen in love with her once i saw her golden fur. She had a mate by the name of Moto Moto but that mammal ran away that awful night. We were still uncertain how moto moto could escape from his cage. I bet that he had became a sumptous dinner for the kitty cat downstairs. As if that was not enough, i was so dishearten to realize that Gloria had a maldeveloped hind leg. She was a three legged hamster. Kf had wanted to throw her away for she was not able to

exercise on the habitual spinning wheel. we had no hopes on her to give us babies too for she was a HKU ( Hamster Kurang Upaya ). I was determined to provide a home for that monoplegic HKU of mine.

thanks to the physiotherapy provided by the habitual spinning wheel. my baby gloria is able to use her maldeveloped hind leg. day by day passes by and she's capable of climbing up the connectors to the first floor of her mansion. then, kf lau decided to buy another male hamster from perry and we named him Melman Lau. Melman is not good looking at all. He looks like the normal kitchen rat that makes most mommies scream at home. he was dark and ugly.

Gloria and Melman had 5 children. Gloria had swallowed 3 of her babies. I don't know why do hamsters stepped on their own babies and then swallow them. To my horror, i had seen gloria chewing on her cyanosed baby. arghh...... This is extreme craziness! we seperated melman so that gloria could take care of the remaining babies. she was a good mother. she breast fed them and cuddle them to sleep.

kf sold the babies after one month for RM 20. we had used that money for a movie in MBO. I don't know whether Gloria is upset but she has turned psycho. we put melman in her mansion again, hoping that they will make more babies. Unfortunately, Gloria was having a severe psy problem. she started attacking melman just like somebody who is running amok. She had bitten melman incessantly right over his genitals. Gloria attacked no other areas except his genitals!!!! There are multiple haemorrhagic spots over his genitals now. Melman is deteriorating day by day. He's not feeding well and look emaciated. I think he's going to knock on heaven's door soon. sob.

Ck tan saw the similarities between Gloria and Girls. He was telling us that..... ' hamsters are just like girls. before marriage, they are so sweet. they become nasty after marriage'. I don't know how true is his theory but women tend to become irritable easily due to hormonal imbalance. I have learnt to stay away from a gf of mine whenever she has PMS. She's super nasty during those difficult moments. haha... i guess only kf know who is this nasty girl :)

the most difficult woman

2009-03-24T03:48:00.000-07:00

i was merely sneering at her this morning. i just can't help but to utter that scornful facial expression. she was requesting her group leader for the schedule although he was forbidden to do so. it was SDL for her group yesterday but she was making a big fuss over it, simply because she could have just 'pont' that morning class. she was confronting her group leader this morning, demanding for the schedule again. she was a replica of giant in doraemon at that moment. i just can't stand her attitude. can't she digest simple instructions like ' no students are allowed to see/keep the time table? ' trust me....she would do anything just to get a copy of the schedule. there she was being lame again. 'oh, i need the schedule because i don't know how to spell Dr Shind's, Dr G's, Dr MM's and Dr T's names'. one of my classmates was indeed nice enough to spell those names to her and she was being that difficult woman again. 'you think i am so stupid is it? '

gosh!! i don't want to talk bad about anybody but if you were to ask somebody for a helping hand, shouldn't you be nice to that particular person?

girls spend more??!!

2009-03-21T20:55:00.000-07:00

a sense of monotonous melanchony was hovering us like dark heavy clouds which were about to pour. it all started when our lil feet inched nearer to the porch. there was BGH 4557, the car owner was using all his energy to carry his gf's luggages. oh my!! they are going home and here i was stranded for the long weekend in this so-called historical city. our gazes met instantaneously. the similar question seemed to struck our lil brains. so, what are we going to do to kill time? he was bad in planning an itinerary. he suggested to have a romantic dinner in THE ROCK JETTY and requested me to fit my lil feet into a pair of high heels. To our dismay, THE ROCK had closed down. thus, we had decided to satisfy our taste buds by trying thai food in THE KING AND I.

We ordered pandan chicken, asparagus with prawn and green curry chicken. The food was bad and we had decided to ban the place. the chicken was too fatty and the chicken skin was still stuck to that fleshy meat. yucks!! i wonder how some homosapiens favor chicken skin. i believe that they must have bad tastes. the asparagus was nice but the gravy was too sweet. hey! i don't want to die of complications of diabetes mellitus ok?!!

it was a fine saturday morning when i woke up. then, CLKW was busy dragging us along for a one day trip to KUALA LUMPUR. no matter how much i dreaded to visit low yat, i was reluctant to say 'NO' once i saw those desperado eyes of kf. CLKW was trying his best to manouerve his camry at the speed of 80 km/hour. mind you......... that's the speed that i used to drive in ipoh town. haiz..... most of the heavy trucks have to over take him. sad rite?

Plaza Low Yat!! you might suffer from bronchogenic carcinoma once you become a frequent visitor. all the men were busy puffing off their cigarettes as if it was fresh oxygen. gosh!! i joined a mysterious gift game in a canon shop. you just need to answer some questions to get a mysterious gift. well, the cute DJ was busy probing some answers from me while kf was merely fixing his gaze onto a canon DSLR camera. I was more interested with the DJ rather than the camera.. OOops... afterall, its just a gadget used to snap pictures .

DJ : are you guys married??

Princess : oh yes! we got married last year. wink wink

DJ : so, where did you guys go for honeymoon?

Princess : we went to hong kong last year for a 3days 2 night trip.

DJ : when is junior coming out??

Princess : oh... not so soon.

see.......... i am always good in telling lies and i got the gift. i was in awe when CLKW told me that the mic was loud. everybody was looking at me. Ok OK... i am blushing now but i had fun being an attention seeker for that momento. blek.

what have we bought in KL that day?

CALVIN LAU KUOK WEI

item 1 : a computer fan that cost RM224. it looked like a car engine to me. well, it was huge.

item 2 : a pair of shoes from crocs that cost him RM 139

item 3 : cheesy food in TGIF for RM 40

total : RM 403

LAU KAR FOO

after suffering from a severe state of ambivalence and obtaining approval from his elder siblings

item 1 : a DSLR canon camera EOS 450 D for RM 2699 and he gets a bag and a tripod for free

item 2 : a battery grip for his camera. Ok...you can insert 6 AA baterries into that sophisticated camera once u use this battery grip. well, the salesman was saying that the battery grip is suitable for those who go camping. duh.... obviously you can't charge ur camera in a jungle. there i was staring at kf's eyes again. he was again fixing his gaze to that battery grip. he was not blinking at all!!!!! but, how often he goes for camping? he was not even a scout! i bet he can't set up his own tent and light a fire. this is just being ridiculous again. OK OK... that grip cost another RM 399 (50% discount kononnya)

item 3 : a lens filter that is capable of filtering DUST!!! as if lar that camera has allergic rhinitis. that cost another RM 100

total : RM 3198

LAZY LIL PRINCESS

item 1 : a plate of mihun goreng that cost RM 6.50 in Low Yat

item 2 : a packet of famous amos that cost only RM 7.70

total : RM 14.20

so, who says that girls spend more huh? look at these lucky boys.

we saw Dr Shind and gigantic Dr CBH in KL. trust me, they don't look like docs at all. they were like uncles with big tummies if you had not known them. then, i came back to my senses. docs are human too. i believe that most of my XYs friends have big tummies now.

cheesy chocos

2009-03-14T23:08:00.000-07:00

another week has passed by and i had became wiser. how relieved i was that O&G EPT is finally over and i will be saying hello to the female version of Prof MV. Hmm... this female version of MV is shorter than me (oh!! i am so proud of being me now..... simply because somebody is shorter than me. wink wink ) CK said that Dr MM laughed like a witch. so, if i am afraid of her.... i wonder how do kids stand her. Ok, i pity those kiddos now. i can't imagine her holding a toy in her hand and trying her best to build a rapport with those lil gullible children.

hmm.... just a recap on what happened last week. Sweet tasha gave me a packet of cheesy white chocos while i was still snoring underneath my pinkish comforter. let's hope that my pillowcase was not drenched with those secretions from the angle of my mouth. eueekss.. i discovered those chocos when i stepped out of my room for dinner. i was so happy to receive chocos although it was not val's day or friendship day. hehe... thanks tasha!! i love you :p so, what happened to those chocos? not to mention how hard kf was eyeing on them. i bet that he was drooling over my chocos. syarhan saw my chocos and popped in one of them too. then, there he was.... 'manis sangat lar. i donno why girls love to eat sweet stuffs. you know... you can get diabetes!'

so, if you had consumed cheesy stuffs.... you will gain weight??!! a close friend of mine, CLKW had always crave for cheese and he had gain some weight too. ohh too bad!! i am not going to believe this myth. i had the opportunity to weigh and measure my height during the weekend in dataran pahlawan. there's a new weighing machine outside the ladies. all you need to do is to feed 40 cents to that sophisticated machine and you'll get your measurements printed on a paper.

Look!! i am 157.5 cm tall and weigh just 46 kg. i don't think that by being 157.5cm is short for a cute lil chinese fair skin girl like me. at least, i don't have to fall into the category of high risk pregnancy. being 46kg means that i can donate blood too. ya ya.... i am proud of being me again.

i shall donate blood one day................one day.

believe it or not?

2009-03-05T01:42:00.001-08:00

strange things have been happening in the campus. you better believe it because it is really scary. it is indeed not surprising at all if you had wet your pants while you were there all alone by yourself. yes, i am refering to that particular lamp post which is situated in front of the garbage dump, at the far end of the staff's quarters. this tragic incident normally occurs between 1130pm to 12 midnight when it becomes spooky dark. Not many students will realise that this lamp post could be haunted. only those special kiasuness people who kill their time by becoming a bookworm in the library will have that sharp vision of an eagle's eye.

caption : this is the lamp post when nobody is around at 12 midnight. Look... it's dark. the bulb must have been burnt in the chronic process of providing endless electricity whenever the night creeps in.

caption : this is one of the hardworking students who had just done her studies in the library. don't ask me what is her name. i don't know her well. she was on her way home to her sweet pinkish room when she noticed that the street was unusually dark. a step nearer to the lamp post made her heart jumps into the state of severe palpitations and tachycardia. there it was... the lamp post was functioning well again. it was as if guiding her the way to her room. it was flickering so profusely, thus indicating that the college has not been paying to the TNB. after taking approximately ten baby steps, the lamp post was dark again. maybe it has a soul within it that controls the bulb
.

mind you........... this is not the first night that this lil girl had experienced this strange experience. it had been there for the past one week. when she finally reaches her room at the top most floor of the girl's hostel, she noticed that there was another spot of dry blood right in front of her room. so, is the campus haunted? D says that there are no ghost. But i have seen 3. I think its time to go to the temple to get some talisman to stick in my room... arghh

pink eye

2009-02-28T01:51:00.000-08:00

its another long saturday morning of me sitting in the uncondusive, uncomfortable lecture hall 5 for that infamous good for nothing common programme. i just had my obs night postings until 1am in that freezing cold central delivering suite last night and guess what ?!! i've gotten conjunctivitis from skinny (don't ask me how it got transmitted from leow's eyes to mine... there were no contact between us. i don't favor skinny males. i swear that i had never used my tiny lil fingers to wipe those yellowish discharge in his pink eyes. yueekks!! ) and to make matter worse.........miss snobbish MS had nearly gotten my left eye blind with her endless video presentation. her boring presentation took exactly an hour with >9 videos on endoscopies!!! ok ok.... so what if dr P had once complimented Ms snobbish that she did the most excellent presentation for comm med, simply because she had inserted a video on gene therapy?!!

who doesn't know that endoscopy involves insertion of a flexible scope into the mucoid digestive system for diagnosis and repair of any bleeding spots by clipping / cauterization / banding / injecting a sclerosant ? hey, we were all posted to endoscopic rooms, stood there for 3 miserable hours during surgery postings. it would be nice if she had just shared 2 of those videos. duh..... last week's psy posting on breaking the bad news ended 40 minutes later. all because miss snobbish was showing some videos AGAIN! it was supposed to be a role play and class should end by 3pm. now... my left eye is crying in pain while i blog about miss snobbish. thank god, she's no longer my hostel neighbour. those were the most horrible moments of my life. sob

so, do all the people who has the same name as miss snobbish behaves exactly just like her? there's another sis M that i knew of. she is the most fussy woman that i have ever met! i understand that she has to take care of those pelvis, fake limbs and dummies in the skills lab. those good ones were kept 'neatly' in the cupboard and we, students are supposed to practice our hands- on with the spoilt ones. i still remember that pathetic dummy that we used for endotracheal intubation. Dr V had to do plastic surgery to fix that trachea with a syringe! come on... i don't know how much money that my parents had been incessantly paying the college but we deserve better learning facilities. i was in awe when dr S sarcastically scolded her for providing only one maternal pelvis instead of 2 yesterday. 'those pelvis do not belong to you sis M. open the cupboard now'.

i've decided to stay away from people with that name 'M'. trust me......life will be more beautiful.

ridiculous

2009-02-18T01:06:00.000-08:00

So, its a sin to mouth bad things about your lecturer? no matter how nasty/ferocious/cunning/ crazy nuts he is? this particular lecturer of mine is pushing me to the verge of no return. its like standing at the top of a skyscrapper with 3/4 of your lil feet exposed to the still air before you have the courage to do that thrill seeking bangee jump. all he needs to do is to use his middle finger to give a light push. i do not know when he's going to use his notorious obscene middle finger. once he has the urge, it will be dooms day for all. that's why we have to abide to more and more crazy rules. i wonder whether his frontal lobes are functioning well. afterall, he has impaired judgement.

ok......so, how does a 100% attendance sounds like to you? can't he just treat us like adults? we don't need him to shove us to school every morning. gosh!! You need to give reasons for not maintaning that perfect attendance that he wants. are you going to get a MC if you have dysmenorrhoea? if he wants a prove for dysmenorrhoea, are you going to wrap that bloodish tinged kotex , put in an envelope and deliver it to his office? this is just so ridiculous!

with love your valentine

2009-02-14T20:19:00.000-08:00

i was indeed fascinated by the magnificant pink and purple balloons admist those heart shaped manila cards. it was a day to celebrate and to appreciate your special one. Those unromantic homosapiens would be boasting that its just another day of the year. Some claimed that its just a day to waste money. It's true. come on....a dozen of roses would cost at least RM150. Food tasted bad and i believed that a lot of XY would have their wallet bleed so profusely until they cry in pain. i was reading on the origin of valentine's day this morning. it all started in Rome since 269 AD when the Emperor Claudius was having a difficult time getting soldiers to join his military leagues. He believed that the reason was that roman men did not want to leave their loves or families. As a result, Claudius cancelled all marriages and engagements in Rome. The good Saint Valentine was a priest at Rome in the days of Claudius II. He aided the Christian martyrs and secretly married couples, and for this kind deed Saint Valentine was apprehended and dragged before the Prefect of Rome, who condemned him to be beaten to death with clubs and to have his head cut off.

Ok... so what if saint valentine got beheaded with an axe or a sword? nobody is going to remember how he died. at least, i wouldn't. you can just call me evil... heartless.... I wouldn't want to think of a dead priest on these special day. i would rather think of how lovely and caring my prince charming is.... duh.....

now now.........what i did on the day when that pitiful priest got beheaded 1740 years ago? hmm, we had a lovey dinner in simply fish.. it was not that romantic that i thought it would be. there was no place in that restaurant. we had no choice but to sit OUTSIDE. i am spoilt. ya... i am always spoilt and i hated the idea of celebrating val's day without AC. at least... i get endless supply of AC in my hostel room. it was so hot that i drenched my nicest dress. oh gosh!!!!
we ordered a set meal. it was printed in the menu ' lobster for 2'. wow....... i was being silly again. i thought that we would be served 2 lobsters. in the end, we got a tiny lobster. that pathetic lobster was as small as the one that kf reared in his aquarium 1 year ago before he threw that mollusca into a pot of boiling water to alleviate the exam stress that was building up in him. arghh...

so, try your best not to have your dinner in town on val's day. those restaurants are just waiting to behead you, just like how that priest got beheaded. please please.... keep that awful head of yours attached.

grab my lil feet

2009-02-11T00:06:00.000-08:00

i would scoff at the idea of getting a full body massage. do not be surprised that I might be yelling at the top of my voice if somebody drag me for a foot massage. well, my lil feet are just so sensitive. i don't have to learn those sophisticated side kicks for self defence. all you need to do is........... try to grab my lil feet and make it an imaginary string musical instrument. the next thing you know is ..........you have two huge panda eyes. arghh... to have a massage is like putting worms onto your body and allowing them to wriggle about freely. i hated that process of having 10 delicate fingers on my body. they must be trying to dig a hole in my hour glass body. how pathetic!!!

skinny was boasting about the different massage parlours that he had visited during our usual breakfast at the malay warung. i couldn't believe that there are massage parlours that offer additional services to the XXs in the siam country. don't blame me for being so shallow and slow in catching up. i am just another gullible lil girl who has pure thoughts. Tall Mr A said that i have been mingling around with too many sick boys and that's how i've gotten my lil brain contaminated. i guess that's how i've lost that angelic part in me. let's hope that i have not turn into a devil yet since i can be mean at times.

a visit to a hair saloon in melaka raya had changed my view. i was lucky enough to have two male hairstylists to trim my thick bushy long hair. one of them had orangie nails........ i wonder why would guys polish their nails with those foul smelling chemicals. i was gigling to myself when i try to imagine kf with pink nails, ac with green nails and humlae with purple nails. well, the hairstylist massaged my shoulder and i must admit that it was so comfortable. he's gentle and had delicate movements. owh........ i just can't wait to follow skinny to 'decent' massage parlours next time. i'll make sure i drag shy kf along.

stay away from that lady driver

2009-02-07T08:34:00.000-08:00

what happens if you did something silly and you did not know that whether it was right or wrong? all you knew was there were external forces in this world or even voices that direct you to perform this particular act. before you knew that it was wrong (if you were lucky enough to have an insight), you were already given a greenish pajamas and you were isolated from your family members. then, you have this horrible illusion that the iv drip connected to the dorsum aspect of your hand is a snake. that snake is making its way into your tiny blood vessels. you screamt but nobody came to alleviate that fear in you. you were all alone. how scary could that be? i have a molotov cocktail of pitiness and sadness for these unfortunate people.

if i were to be that unfortunate, i would love to have the delusions of grandiosity. i want to believe that i am as smart as detective Jacques Clouseau (he's old but i still find him handsome). i have to admit that he's silly but he's just super smart. he knows when to use his brains to protect the pink panther. he does not need to cut open his skull to fit in that gigantic davidson or bailey!! plus, if you have watched that movie... you'll realised how hard he tried to improve his driving skills. mind you......parking is never an easy job. i have to try at least 5-6 times to park kf's altis inside the parking box. it took me 8 years to realise that those side mirrors serve a purpose. well, i thought those mirrors were merely accessories to make the car more fashionable. how silly i was!! no matter what, i am still trying my best to make sure that altis in the box. so, if u see a lady driver in AGA 8128.... park your cars further away.

speechless

2009-02-04T02:45:00.000-08:00

i was speechless when kk reminded me that i was a prefect back in st michaels. i was stuporous for a few seconds because i had totally forgotten that i was a prefect. then, it all came back to my lil mind in fragmented pieces. i had a green skirt.... my waist line was 22cm... i had trouble wearing that green tie around my neck..... i had a pair of black heels to match with.... i had to be in school by 7 am just to stand by the main gate like a statue... wow... i did not know how i survived that 2 years.

i was in an all girl's school before i went to st michaels. i still remember my super short turquoise pinafore which i had never fail to send to the tailor to make it shorter. of course, it was against the school rules. A convent girl is to be taught on how to dress decently. our pinafores must be at least 2 inches below the knee but mine was above the knee. it is not surprising at all that i was a frequent visitor of the disciplinary board. i just can't believe that i was a prefect in st michaels because :

i was a latecomer back in the convent. hence, i would be standing on the podium during the morning assemblies. i guess that i must have been an attention seeker those days for i love the other girls to stare at me.
i would never wear my petticoat to school which was part of the dress code. the discipline teacher had once commented that my petticoat was too short. needless to say, i was angry at her.
i had a boy-cut hair which was again wrong for a convent girl.
i had never zip up my pinafore. i must have found it sexy.
i would eat in class even though the teacher was busy babbling in front
i was too lazy to carry my text books to school. my KH teacher was so mad at me that she punished me to wash the gardener's toilet.
i was always seen in the cinema after school. i don't mind watching a movie twice as long as i don't have to go home early.
i had once threatened a girl to settle our argument outside the school. i had a group of rebellious boys to fight for me. well... the girl got 'freak out' the next day when she got to know that i am involved with gangsters. she had to apologize to me.
i had thrown a caterpillar on a girl's uniform. i found it funny when that pitiful caterpillar got stuck at her pinafore like a super glue. i did not give her a hand. i was merely laughing out loud when i saw how hopeless she was.

so, why did i apply to be part of the prefectarial board?

because..........................

because...........................

my prince charming told me to do so and i regretted.

ouch!!! it bit his lips

2009-01-31T20:20:00.000-08:00

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

2009-01-31T03:57:00.000-08:00

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

2009-01-26T23:41:00.000-08:00

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

2009-01-21T19:10:00.000-08:00

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

2009-01-21T02:10:00.001-08:00

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

2009-01-19T00:18:00.001-08:00

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

2009-01-17T23:20:00.000-08:00

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

2009-01-16T17:29:00.000-08:00

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...