I've been so bored at home cos i can't read, i can't (really) blog, I can't (really) watch tv and i can't (rally) sleep.
The only thing i can do with ease now is eat. -_-
I told my secretary my mc is till tis friday and immediately i got an sms to tell me tat technically i have to be back at work on sat.
(in other words "u jolly well get ur ass in asap after slacking off for so long")
The ophthalmo guy says i'm in no position to work till next week though, but decided to give me mc till fri only cos he "sensed my reluctance" to take mc for so long. When actually what i'm thinking is, "i HAVE to do call on friday! if not that would mean 4 calls in 8days!"
So with or without sight i will be doing my call that day.
Let's all cross our fingers and hope there wun be many difficult plugs to set that day.
Anyway i told Wk i've got an infected corneal ulcer and the dear girl only said 2 words:
"So lucky"
-_-"
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Monday, December 15, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
I've got an infected corneal ulcer
I've been bumbling about with my eyes close and tearing like crazy from my right eye for the past 2 days.
The GP says: "I admire u ur grim determination to bear with pain, most people would have seeked medical attention right away."
My dad says: "See this is what u get for insisting on going out for holiday instead of resting at home on ur leave."
The A&E MO says: "Ooh! It really IS an ulcer!"
The Eye guy says to his MO: "It's a good thing she's on leave or she could have gotten it from one of her patients." (gulp! did he mean MRSA???)
Catechol says: "dear u can sing the Wei Lian Chu Mo song now."
My fellow respi HO who covered for me while i was on leave, says: "Come back soon!!! I hate ward ** coverage."
I was running around KK today trying to hunt down HODs, and getting hopelessly lost cos i cant read the signs or 'see the light' (inside joke that only Wk knows) when i met some friends doing O&G now,
and they said, "woah! ur eyes quite bad."
AND they also said, "O&G's NOT a bed of roses like they told you. It's actually quite bad now due to the lack of HOs."
I said, "OH no! What have i done???!!!!"
Anyway, what's done is done and whether i get paeds or o&g i'm just looking forward to the end of medicine and awful calls.
Im just pissed that i have to spend my days at home half blind and applying eye drops every hour. (yup! no sleep for me).
I was trying very hard to recall if i had seen a case of corneal ulcer during my opthalmo posting but for the life of me i can't remember. Think i was having too good a time enjoying myself and slacking away.
The GP says: "I admire u ur grim determination to bear with pain, most people would have seeked medical attention right away."
My dad says: "See this is what u get for insisting on going out for holiday instead of resting at home on ur leave."
The A&E MO says: "Ooh! It really IS an ulcer!"
The Eye guy says to his MO: "It's a good thing she's on leave or she could have gotten it from one of her patients." (gulp! did he mean MRSA???)
Catechol says: "dear u can sing the Wei Lian Chu Mo song now."
My fellow respi HO who covered for me while i was on leave, says: "Come back soon!!! I hate ward ** coverage."
I was running around KK today trying to hunt down HODs, and getting hopelessly lost cos i cant read the signs or 'see the light' (inside joke that only Wk knows) when i met some friends doing O&G now,
and they said, "woah! ur eyes quite bad."
AND they also said, "O&G's NOT a bed of roses like they told you. It's actually quite bad now due to the lack of HOs."
I said, "OH no! What have i done???!!!!"
Anyway, what's done is done and whether i get paeds or o&g i'm just looking forward to the end of medicine and awful calls.
Im just pissed that i have to spend my days at home half blind and applying eye drops every hour. (yup! no sleep for me).
I was trying very hard to recall if i had seen a case of corneal ulcer during my opthalmo posting but for the life of me i can't remember. Think i was having too good a time enjoying myself and slacking away.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
He got discharged!!!!!!!
In answer to Wk's comment: 'cos i enjoyed using my leave to do absolutely nothing at all'.
[I did perm my hair though, so now i'm a ex-P lookalike. Think that was so lame only a select few will get it. So if u wanna see my new hair, you will have to find time to meet up with me lor hiak hiak hiak]
Here's the long overdue photos:
I've said it once and i'm not afraid to say it again, "So sad Sm cannot come! I miss her!!! And all the gossip!"
Just had my first day of work back from leave.
Some things change (the nurses are still calling the other HOs.. yippee..), some things don't (my patients are still around).
The others say, "good! You're all refreshed from your leave, can work hard now!" '___' "
Luckily, we've sort of successfully managed to arrange a HO get-together after work drinking session tmrw just so we can have smth to look forward to.
Well, actually, dunno if it's successful yet. It's more of like a whichever's discipline finished changes first, hurry up, rush down to reserve the table for us. Unfortunately, think got quite a few from Gastro and of course the four of us, and i'm already prepared to arrive the latest.
And even more excitingly, somebody managed to arrange a ex-cgh gs outing! Ahh so fun, i miss those guys so much... And just shortly after i received the notification, I got a sms from a fren, regarding one of our ex-patients who finally managed to get discharged [for those of you were my ex-colleagues: he whom everyone knows and on whom we had done 6am blds on during our 4mths there] OMG! I can just imagine the whole team, no make that the whole gs department, throwing a celebration in honour of him.
Haha feels like our HO get-together is to celebrate his discharge lo.
But before all that, we have to go for some communication skills test first, which i heard is going to be damn embarrassing.
It so doesn't bode well when everyone i've spoken to who had previously gone for the session, says "oh that! Yar i remember it." with a wry grin on their faces.
6 more weeks to go before 5day work week! I can't wait.
[I did perm my hair though, so now i'm a ex-P lookalike. Think that was so lame only a select few will get it. So if u wanna see my new hair, you will have to find time to meet up with me lor hiak hiak hiak]
Here's the long overdue photos:
I've said it once and i'm not afraid to say it again, "So sad Sm cannot come! I miss her!!! And all the gossip!"
Just had my first day of work back from leave.
Some things change (the nurses are still calling the other HOs.. yippee..), some things don't (my patients are still around).
The others say, "good! You're all refreshed from your leave, can work hard now!" '___' "
Luckily, we've sort of successfully managed to arrange a HO get-together after work drinking session tmrw just so we can have smth to look forward to.
Well, actually, dunno if it's successful yet. It's more of like a whichever's discipline finished changes first, hurry up, rush down to reserve the table for us. Unfortunately, think got quite a few from Gastro and of course the four of us, and i'm already prepared to arrive the latest.
And even more excitingly, somebody managed to arrange a ex-cgh gs outing! Ahh so fun, i miss those guys so much... And just shortly after i received the notification, I got a sms from a fren, regarding one of our ex-patients who finally managed to get discharged [for those of you were my ex-colleagues: he whom everyone knows and on whom we had done 6am blds on during our 4mths there] OMG! I can just imagine the whole team, no make that the whole gs department, throwing a celebration in honour of him.
Haha feels like our HO get-together is to celebrate his discharge lo.
But before all that, we have to go for some communication skills test first, which i heard is going to be damn embarrassing.
It so doesn't bode well when everyone i've spoken to who had previously gone for the session, says "oh that! Yar i remember it." with a wry grin on their faces.
6 more weeks to go before 5day work week! I can't wait.
Saturday, November 01, 2008
We are 6 months old!
It's a testament to how much i miss changi when i force Catechol to drive all the way to the east today to hunt down this market that's one of my fav sneak-away lunch places. But sadly, and quite expectedly, I failed to describe the address to Catechol -_-"
One thing abt working with Easterners is that even though you may lunch with different kakis, everyone seems to know where all the good food places are.
A comment like "That time Ms Koh treated us to very good cheng teng...." will invariably be met with "oh ya! I know the place, the cheng teng is damn good!" or "ok! let's go there for lunch, i know how to go!"
Or "Ed brought me to this market near his army camp with good pasta, do u know..." will see us at the very market 10min later.
Or
Me: "What market is this?"
Jw: "I dunno, i call it the round market." (The market is circular in configuration)
Me: "Round market???? Isn't there a proper name?"
Ph: I also know it as the round market.
As such, it is quite impossible for 2 Westerners to revisit all these places.
.
.
.
Anyway, i find it quite disconcerting to be working at my current workplace where i find my private and working worlds clashing horribly.
I was just talking to my mo who live next to this shopping centre that i hung out at almost weekly ever since my teenage formative years. And she immediately came up with an impressive list of Colleagues She has Spotted at said Shopping Centre, which includes more than a few of my bosses. Very scary i tell you.
And sometimes, i find myself suppressing a shudder when i read the addresses of some of my patients.
Much too close for comfort.
I know i haven been blogging much, too tired and my life has been too boring to blog.
And this is most likely my last post in a long long time as i head into the 2 busiest postings ever.
After one whole month of lamenting my fate, and hearing "Oh no, you're going there next mth? Very busy! It's the worst!" from at least 10 HOs, 5MOs, a few nurses and even my GP (!), i think i have finally accepted my fate.
On a happier note, I've got 5 glorioous days of leave next week!
I'm available on 11th and 12th of nov if anyone's leave clash with mine and would like to meet up!
One thing abt working with Easterners is that even though you may lunch with different kakis, everyone seems to know where all the good food places are.
A comment like "That time Ms Koh treated us to very good cheng teng...." will invariably be met with "oh ya! I know the place, the cheng teng is damn good!" or "ok! let's go there for lunch, i know how to go!"
Or "Ed brought me to this market near his army camp with good pasta, do u know..." will see us at the very market 10min later.
Or
Me: "What market is this?"
Jw: "I dunno, i call it the round market." (The market is circular in configuration)
Me: "Round market???? Isn't there a proper name?"
Ph: I also know it as the round market.
As such, it is quite impossible for 2 Westerners to revisit all these places.
.
.
.
Anyway, i find it quite disconcerting to be working at my current workplace where i find my private and working worlds clashing horribly.
I was just talking to my mo who live next to this shopping centre that i hung out at almost weekly ever since my teenage formative years. And she immediately came up with an impressive list of Colleagues She has Spotted at said Shopping Centre, which includes more than a few of my bosses. Very scary i tell you.
And sometimes, i find myself suppressing a shudder when i read the addresses of some of my patients.
Much too close for comfort.
I know i haven been blogging much, too tired and my life has been too boring to blog.
And this is most likely my last post in a long long time as i head into the 2 busiest postings ever.
After one whole month of lamenting my fate, and hearing "Oh no, you're going there next mth? Very busy! It's the worst!" from at least 10 HOs, 5MOs, a few nurses and even my GP (!), i think i have finally accepted my fate.
On a happier note, I've got 5 glorioous days of leave next week!
I'm available on 11th and 12th of nov if anyone's leave clash with mine and would like to meet up!
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Cynical and Pre-Cynical
Our first day of work tmrw..
just want to give everyone an encouraging hug and a consoling pat on the shoulder.
May we all have nice consultants, nicer regs, the nicest MOs and super nicest patients...
May we all have manageable calls and at least be able to eat 1 meal and visit the toilet once everyday.
May we all survive.
I'm going to miss everyone sooooooooooooo much!! Jie-meis, non-jiemeis, med peeps, non-med peeps, and Sandy.
And Wk, after spending 5years in hospitals tog, i think i'd be lost (literally lost) without you...
Zh, u must take over the burning torch and take over my duties as her PA, which includes pointing out to her your colleagues, whispering to her the names of people that she is talking to, and also informing her of any jiemei gatherings, or impt meetings since she doesn't check her mail. btw, also will have people sms u to tell u to pass messages to her since she doesn't check her sms-es. These people include our friends, her sis and occasionally, her sis's bf.
Sob sob sob sob sob.....
Miss u guys......
just want to give everyone an encouraging hug and a consoling pat on the shoulder.
May we all have nice consultants, nicer regs, the nicest MOs and super nicest patients...
May we all have manageable calls and at least be able to eat 1 meal and visit the toilet once everyday.
May we all survive.
I'm going to miss everyone sooooooooooooo much!! Jie-meis, non-jiemeis, med peeps, non-med peeps, and Sandy.
And Wk, after spending 5years in hospitals tog, i think i'd be lost (literally lost) without you...
Zh, u must take over the burning torch and take over my duties as her PA, which includes pointing out to her your colleagues, whispering to her the names of people that she is talking to, and also informing her of any jiemei gatherings, or impt meetings since she doesn't check her mail. btw, also will have people sms u to tell u to pass messages to her since she doesn't check her sms-es. These people include our friends, her sis and occasionally, her sis's bf.
Sob sob sob sob sob.....
Miss u guys......
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Nothing to blog abt
And so we're not allowed to talk or blog abt anything that happened within the four walls (or rather, many walls) of our workplace.
I also found out today that even though no names were mentioned, the lawyers can still find a way somehow.
sheez.. and i tot i was being careful with my fake names and asterisks and all..
But i think I would comply with this rule, not because i want to protect my a*s (well, partly that of cos), but because i don't like the idea of trivializing somebody's (a stranger no less) suffering or traumatizing experience into a blog entry or as a dinner table topic, just for entertainment purposes or to impress your friends. That's why i always feel uncomfortable whenever somebody talked shop in too much detail.
Not that i'm on the moral high ground here, I'm sure I've broken this rule countless times in the past when I was still a student (noticed how i sneakily purple-ly included the word 'student'? aiyah, just in case mah), and I'm sure I would forget abt this in the future when I'm tired and frustrated and just want to rant here.
So please, u guys must remind me k...
So I guess I can only blog abt mundane stuff like the food i ate and the places I went in the future.
But wait, according to our seniors' talks today, we would have ZERO social life and ZERO sunlight for the next year!
Liddat how?
Maybe this blog will become a log of the number of hours i slept...
or the number of hours of sunlight i managed to absorb (machiam like plant)....
or the number of mian baos i forced myself to eat (haha i tot that was so funny), and i actually heard someone behind me say "heng i always eat bread one!" [oh no! i HATE bread, and i LOVE baos] ~ will explain more abt silly myths and karma (good i hope) in the future
or the weird people i encounter on the train in the morning [I got accosted by a bunch of young punks on the train at 6am today. There i was having a nice nap when they very loudly entered the train, stood right in front of me and very loudly blasted techno music and then very loudly started to dance. And kept bumping into my leg some more.
I tried to give them a steely glare, but my heavy eyelids didn't allow me to open my eyes for more than 2mm for more than 3seconds. So i just tried to sleep, thinking "why? why must it be techno? why can't they dance to jazz or michael buble or smth?" And then I realised that while i'm going to work after going to bed at 11pm and then having early morning awakening at 3am, these kids are actually going home from whatever activities they were doing all night. And they still had energy to dance non-stop from city hall to whatever stop after i got off.. I felt like such an old fogey (and dun say i am)]
I also found out today that even though no names were mentioned, the lawyers can still find a way somehow.
sheez.. and i tot i was being careful with my fake names and asterisks and all..
But i think I would comply with this rule, not because i want to protect my a*s (well, partly that of cos), but because i don't like the idea of trivializing somebody's (a stranger no less) suffering or traumatizing experience into a blog entry or as a dinner table topic, just for entertainment purposes or to impress your friends. That's why i always feel uncomfortable whenever somebody talked shop in too much detail.
Not that i'm on the moral high ground here, I'm sure I've broken this rule countless times in the past when I was still a student (noticed how i sneakily purple-ly included the word 'student'? aiyah, just in case mah), and I'm sure I would forget abt this in the future when I'm tired and frustrated and just want to rant here.
So please, u guys must remind me k...
So I guess I can only blog abt mundane stuff like the food i ate and the places I went in the future.
But wait, according to our seniors' talks today, we would have ZERO social life and ZERO sunlight for the next year!
Liddat how?
Maybe this blog will become a log of the number of hours i slept...
or the number of hours of sunlight i managed to absorb (machiam like plant)....
or the number of mian baos i forced myself to eat (haha i tot that was so funny), and i actually heard someone behind me say "heng i always eat bread one!" [oh no! i HATE bread, and i LOVE baos] ~ will explain more abt silly myths and karma (good i hope) in the future
or the weird people i encounter on the train in the morning [I got accosted by a bunch of young punks on the train at 6am today. There i was having a nice nap when they very loudly entered the train, stood right in front of me and very loudly blasted techno music and then very loudly started to dance. And kept bumping into my leg some more.
I tried to give them a steely glare, but my heavy eyelids didn't allow me to open my eyes for more than 2mm for more than 3seconds. So i just tried to sleep, thinking "why? why must it be techno? why can't they dance to jazz or michael buble or smth?" And then I realised that while i'm going to work after going to bed at 11pm and then having early morning awakening at 3am, these kids are actually going home from whatever activities they were doing all night. And they still had energy to dance non-stop from city hall to whatever stop after i got off.. I felt like such an old fogey (and dun say i am)]
Sunday, April 20, 2008
End of Pathetic Break and HO bag
I can't believe our break is over.
Super depressed today at the thought of our pathetic 3 week (ya we finally made it thru and abt to start on the most difficult phase of our life and they only give us 3 weeks of R&R) break coming to an end just in the blink of an eye..
Three weeks where got enough???!!!
Got friends I haven't met, shopping I haven't shopped, things I haven't bought, blog entries in my head I haven't written, food I haven't eat, places I haven't gone, and definitely did not satisfy the stipulated number of hours that should be spent sleeping and slacking.
Major SIGH
So to get myself in the mood of starting school (sorry, work) again, I took out the HO bag u jiemeis bought me for my birthday. You'd be pleased to know for the past 4months, it's still in its original plastic wrapping still carefully kept in the OG bag.
This was one hour ago.
So what have I been doing for this past one hour:
The wrapping very difficult to take out leh!!
Not that i'm complaining abt your present, If anything, I'm appreciating its beauty more spending the past one hour at such close contact with it.
But really quite frustrating loh.
At one point I just started sniping and sniping at the plastic at all the edges I could get hold off and tearing at the plastic, but this was what i ended up with:
A piece of plastic stuck behind the leather thingy.
And was suddenly reminded of the proper technique of removing the stitches for chest tube and drains (you know, the cut at one end ONLY, cos if u cut at both ends a piece of suture will e left behind and u have to dig and dig for it?)
Argh!
If i can't even remove a lousy piece of plastic what's going to happen to me on 2nd may?
Super depressed today at the thought of our pathetic 3 week (ya we finally made it thru and abt to start on the most difficult phase of our life and they only give us 3 weeks of R&R) break coming to an end just in the blink of an eye..
Three weeks where got enough???!!!
Got friends I haven't met, shopping I haven't shopped, things I haven't bought, blog entries in my head I haven't written, food I haven't eat, places I haven't gone, and definitely did not satisfy the stipulated number of hours that should be spent sleeping and slacking.
Major SIGH
So to get myself in the mood of starting school (sorry, work) again, I took out the HO bag u jiemeis bought me for my birthday. You'd be pleased to know for the past 4months, it's still in its original plastic wrapping still carefully kept in the OG bag.
This was one hour ago.
So what have I been doing for this past one hour:
The wrapping very difficult to take out leh!!
Not that i'm complaining abt your present, If anything, I'm appreciating its beauty more spending the past one hour at such close contact with it.
But really quite frustrating loh.
At one point I just started sniping and sniping at the plastic at all the edges I could get hold off and tearing at the plastic, but this was what i ended up with:
A piece of plastic stuck behind the leather thingy.
And was suddenly reminded of the proper technique of removing the stitches for chest tube and drains (you know, the cut at one end ONLY, cos if u cut at both ends a piece of suture will e left behind and u have to dig and dig for it?)
Argh!
If i can't even remove a lousy piece of plastic what's going to happen to me on 2nd may?
Monday, April 07, 2008
"O! How sweet is he!"
Since a select few of you wanted me to blog abt this incident, and I think it's too good a blogging opportunity to miss, I decided to blog abt it. BUT, in a rather oblique manner to protect the interests of the persons involved.
What resulted is a totally nonsensical post.
Disclaimer: This blog entry is purely fictional. Any resemblance to person/persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
It's all but a total load of crap.
We never knew their intentions.
Sneaky holiday plans roused our suspicions.
It all started with
A 'handsome' reflection of a mysterious stranger
A mis-directed hug
Dubious intentions in shared baths
But all was confirmed, when she said,
"O! How sweet is he!"
Fate had many a hand in it
Their paths crossed with
An incident in THE toilet
Sparring words and raging battles
With many a LONG-LASTING memory
How we were shocked
Scandalized
When she said,
"O! How sweet is he!"
And the night wore on
Family jewels were at stake
I have high hopes for them
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When she said,
"O! How sweet is he!"
Hahahahahaha... i think this is the MOST ridiculous post i've ever written.
What resulted is a totally nonsensical post.
Disclaimer: This blog entry is purely fictional. Any resemblance to person/persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
It's all but a total load of crap.
We never knew their intentions.
Sneaky holiday plans roused our suspicions.
It all started with
A 'handsome' reflection of a mysterious stranger
A mis-directed hug
Dubious intentions in shared baths
But all was confirmed, when she said,
"O! How sweet is he!"
Fate had many a hand in it
Their paths crossed with
An incident in THE toilet
Sparring words and raging battles
With many a LONG-LASTING memory
How we were shocked
Scandalized
When she said,
"O! How sweet is he!"
And the night wore on
Family jewels were at stake
I have high hopes for them
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When she said,
"O! How sweet is he!"
Hahahahahaha... i think this is the MOST ridiculous post i've ever written.
What I did on my first (relative) free day of freedom
Minus away the 31st of March where I spent half the day moping around, and the 6 hectic days of my holiday, today is the first day of absolute slackness of my holiday, so I tot I'd like to blog down what I did (and also I just wanted to blog a simple short post to warm up for the intensive blogging of my Japan trip in the days to come).
Woke up at 2pm. (hey this is not considered late ok, since I only touched down at 2am this morning, and fell asleep at 4am)
Made myself breakfast (yes, 'breakfast'. this includes my normal standard breakfast of sweet tea and leftover supper from night before. All the green tea and ocha in Japan made me crave for super sweet lipton tea like crazy)
Slacked and watched tv until 4pm.
Went out to visit grandfather cos he's doing not too well (Warning: MBBS-related stuff, dun read if u dun want bad memories./ Start: my dad forced me to auscultate him, and for a moment I was abit confused to find my stethoscope in bell position, cos that's never the case. Then I remembered that the last time i used it is to auscultate for that stupid MS. Immediate nightmarish flashbacks./ End MBBS talk)
Went home to continue unpacking.
Met Catechol for dinner at 5.30pm.
Ate Singaporish food: Wonton mee and ayam penyet. That silly Catechol wanted to eat ichiban boshi lor, normally I would have jumped at the suggestion, but this time I put my foot down firmly. "Don't you feel sick of jap already??!!!" I screamed at him. He said, "no leh, got sense of continuity" .... -_-"
Went to lib at 8pm (to force Catechol to study)
Ran into YS there!
It was very funny. I couldn't recognise him cos he looked so different from his usual clinic self, I wouldn't have seen him if I didn't notice someone staring at me when I entered the lib.
He was like "WHAT ARE YOU DOING here??!!!"
I said, non-chalantly, "mugging lar!" (was carrying Catechol's file for him, so I suppose I do look like I'm going to mug)
Him: "WHAT?! mug wat.. I'm here to borrow computer games lor!"
Me: "Mug for fun lar! hahahahaha"
And we both grinned to ourselves in absolute glee.
Now blogging in lib while I transfer the many many many holiday photos into my laptop.
I dread to think of the mountain of photos to upload, and the many many blog entries still waiting for me to write.
How do i upload photos as a collage ah?
Someone tell me quick or i have to upload my photos one by one onto my blog. Can die.
Woke up at 2pm. (hey this is not considered late ok, since I only touched down at 2am this morning, and fell asleep at 4am)
Made myself breakfast (yes, 'breakfast'. this includes my normal standard breakfast of sweet tea and leftover supper from night before. All the green tea and ocha in Japan made me crave for super sweet lipton tea like crazy)
Slacked and watched tv until 4pm.
Went out to visit grandfather cos he's doing not too well (Warning: MBBS-related stuff, dun read if u dun want bad memories./ Start: my dad forced me to auscultate him, and for a moment I was abit confused to find my stethoscope in bell position, cos that's never the case. Then I remembered that the last time i used it is to auscultate for that stupid MS. Immediate nightmarish flashbacks./ End MBBS talk)
Went home to continue unpacking.
Met Catechol for dinner at 5.30pm.
Ate Singaporish food: Wonton mee and ayam penyet. That silly Catechol wanted to eat ichiban boshi lor, normally I would have jumped at the suggestion, but this time I put my foot down firmly. "Don't you feel sick of jap already??!!!" I screamed at him. He said, "no leh, got sense of continuity" .... -_-"
Went to lib at 8pm (to force Catechol to study)
Ran into YS there!
It was very funny. I couldn't recognise him cos he looked so different from his usual clinic self, I wouldn't have seen him if I didn't notice someone staring at me when I entered the lib.
He was like "WHAT ARE YOU DOING here??!!!"
I said, non-chalantly, "mugging lar!" (was carrying Catechol's file for him, so I suppose I do look like I'm going to mug)
Him: "WHAT?! mug wat.. I'm here to borrow computer games lor!"
Me: "Mug for fun lar! hahahahaha"
And we both grinned to ourselves in absolute glee.
Now blogging in lib while I transfer the many many many holiday photos into my laptop.
I dread to think of the mountain of photos to upload, and the many many blog entries still waiting for me to write.
How do i upload photos as a collage ah?
Someone tell me quick or i have to upload my photos one by one onto my blog. Can die.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Tired
I've been feeling too depressed and tired to blog... and ya, my mugging has been lagging seriously behind too.. but just feel too tired to feel panic, if u know what i mean...
Will blog again when i get myself out of this self-induced funk.
Meanwhile, i've been doing some digging into my memories and came up with some of what i think are my bestest memories.. including one of my most fav pics of gh... haha see if u can find it.. ie, look to your right.
Will blog again when i get myself out of this self-induced funk.
Meanwhile, i've been doing some digging into my memories and came up with some of what i think are my bestest memories.. including one of my most fav pics of gh... haha see if u can find it.. ie, look to your right.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Not a good idea
And I'm blogging again! Wk hit the nail on the head when she said, "you're blogging more, that means youre mugging more." Ya, by mugging, I mean, I sit at my table, flip open to the correct page, and then when i start to mug, the seed of an idea of an entry just miraculously floats into my head, and as always, the seed just gets bigger and bigger, and I start penning the start of the entry in my head, and then that's it, it justs blocks out all other things in my mind and the only way I can get rid of it is if i blog everything down and press the 'publish' button.
Yesterday, I blogged so that I can come to sch today and happily announce to you guys to check my blog. And I imagined u guys to say, "ya! we read your pri sch entry already!" And then, I would gleefully say, "I've blogged A NEW ENTRY!" So that for once, I can tell you guys that I blogged instead of you guys telling me that I haven't blogged.
BUT! Today, I was simply astounded that all of you (bar Wk, she's seriously behind), and even you my non-jiemei friend, read my new entry liao!! Very touched leh!! (points to name of blog)
And you all pounced on me full of burning questions because of my random entry.
Let's clear the air once and for all: NO! I have NO plans to get married in the near and even the not-so-near future!!!
How come got so many friends ask me? Even Zj! I caught him asking Zh, who asked him to ask me myself, and he did!! -_-"
Anyway, since we were discussing the Singapore Eye proposal today and had such an enlightening discussion abt it, i thought i'd record it down here, to help those guys who are planning on doing the very thing.
Found out from someone, think it was one of the guys (not bad sia, planning for the future) that to do the aforementioned proposing in Singapore Eye (I insist on calling it this because i think its real name doesn't make sense, and also hopefully this way i wun be sued) costs you a tidy sum of $2800!!!!
???!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Got so many pple willing to pay $2800 to propose???!!!!!
To me, I got many thoughts running thru my mind when i heard of this scheme.
Firstly, logistics:
You spend $2800 on a empty moving large room, so of cos you have to make it nice right? But hey, decorating services is not included in the $2800. So you have to do-it-yourself. Cue mental image of a guy dressed in a suit hanging up streamers and blowing balloons. If the five of us, when doing Wk's birthday party had so much trouble blowing balloons, (ok lar minus me, cos i can't blow balloons, refer to december 2006 blog entry for photos of our attempts), think that one guy will be quite poor thing. And quite funny to have the capsule done up like a kid's birthday party.
Then, must have somewhere to sit right, preferably got table also, so that can have romantic dinner. Err so unless you drive a lorry, I figure you have to get one of those foldable kinds. And chairs?? Somehow in my mind floats the image of those red colour plastic chairs used for funeral kind. How abt some music? Aiyo, dun have powerpoint for radio, but nvm, nowadays can use handphone.
Secondly, the dignity:
Bear in mind that because your capsule will be obviously 'special', I bet you that every single person in all the other capsules will be peering at your capsule like people in front of a fish tank to see what you're up to.
So even if things dun go well, cannot be grumpy or burst into tears, must still act like the girl had actually accepted like tat.
If lar, IF, the girl of your dreams reject you how? How to face her for the next 45minutes?? Better have some backup plan lor, like memorise the whole skyline of Singapore, so you can spew into a running commentary of the scenary like a tour guide.
[For the girls, if say you are really caught in the abovementioned situation, and very sadly and unfortunately you are going to reject this guy, then I have some advice for you too. You can either choose a) hem and haw till the 43rd minute until the capsule is near ground level again then say "No thank you! Sorry!" and jump out. But of cos, this only works if the guy is man enough to not arrange with the control tower to stay in mid-air till you say yes. b) reject him directly and then come up with 45reasons as to why you're doing so, provided that you can expound for 1minute on each reason. Think carefully, there are only so many ways you can say, "I'm not ready".
lastly, c) memorise the above tour guide spiel. This one quite difficult cos the Eye may be a surprise destination. Try your best to smoke your way through. Talking abt the merlion is a good idea, cos if u talk abt the legend, the history, developments, various locations and the differences betw each merlion at the various location, i think can take up at least 15minutes.]
Lastly, and most importantly, the money:
$2800 is really alot of money for an empty room with a view. Want view can also take the lift in Pan PAc hotel, free one. I think some people can have the whole wedding for less than that amount of money. And if your girl truly loves you, I'm sure she wouldn't want you to spend such a ridiculous sum of money on her, right?
Yesterday, I blogged so that I can come to sch today and happily announce to you guys to check my blog. And I imagined u guys to say, "ya! we read your pri sch entry already!" And then, I would gleefully say, "I've blogged A NEW ENTRY!" So that for once, I can tell you guys that I blogged instead of you guys telling me that I haven't blogged.
BUT! Today, I was simply astounded that all of you (bar Wk, she's seriously behind), and even you my non-jiemei friend, read my new entry liao!! Very touched leh!! (points to name of blog)
And you all pounced on me full of burning questions because of my random entry.
Let's clear the air once and for all: NO! I have NO plans to get married in the near and even the not-so-near future!!!
How come got so many friends ask me? Even Zj! I caught him asking Zh, who asked him to ask me myself, and he did!! -_-"
Anyway, since we were discussing the Singapore Eye proposal today and had such an enlightening discussion abt it, i thought i'd record it down here, to help those guys who are planning on doing the very thing.
Found out from someone, think it was one of the guys (not bad sia, planning for the future) that to do the aforementioned proposing in Singapore Eye (I insist on calling it this because i think its real name doesn't make sense, and also hopefully this way i wun be sued) costs you a tidy sum of $2800!!!!
???!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Got so many pple willing to pay $2800 to propose???!!!!!
To me, I got many thoughts running thru my mind when i heard of this scheme.
Firstly, logistics:
You spend $2800 on a empty moving large room, so of cos you have to make it nice right? But hey, decorating services is not included in the $2800. So you have to do-it-yourself. Cue mental image of a guy dressed in a suit hanging up streamers and blowing balloons. If the five of us, when doing Wk's birthday party had so much trouble blowing balloons, (ok lar minus me, cos i can't blow balloons, refer to december 2006 blog entry for photos of our attempts), think that one guy will be quite poor thing. And quite funny to have the capsule done up like a kid's birthday party.
Then, must have somewhere to sit right, preferably got table also, so that can have romantic dinner. Err so unless you drive a lorry, I figure you have to get one of those foldable kinds. And chairs?? Somehow in my mind floats the image of those red colour plastic chairs used for funeral kind. How abt some music? Aiyo, dun have powerpoint for radio, but nvm, nowadays can use handphone.
Secondly, the dignity:
Bear in mind that because your capsule will be obviously 'special', I bet you that every single person in all the other capsules will be peering at your capsule like people in front of a fish tank to see what you're up to.
So even if things dun go well, cannot be grumpy or burst into tears, must still act like the girl had actually accepted like tat.
If lar, IF, the girl of your dreams reject you how? How to face her for the next 45minutes?? Better have some backup plan lor, like memorise the whole skyline of Singapore, so you can spew into a running commentary of the scenary like a tour guide.
[For the girls, if say you are really caught in the abovementioned situation, and very sadly and unfortunately you are going to reject this guy, then I have some advice for you too. You can either choose a) hem and haw till the 43rd minute until the capsule is near ground level again then say "No thank you! Sorry!" and jump out. But of cos, this only works if the guy is man enough to not arrange with the control tower to stay in mid-air till you say yes. b) reject him directly and then come up with 45reasons as to why you're doing so, provided that you can expound for 1minute on each reason. Think carefully, there are only so many ways you can say, "I'm not ready".
lastly, c) memorise the above tour guide spiel. This one quite difficult cos the Eye may be a surprise destination. Try your best to smoke your way through. Talking abt the merlion is a good idea, cos if u talk abt the legend, the history, developments, various locations and the differences betw each merlion at the various location, i think can take up at least 15minutes.]
Lastly, and most importantly, the money:
$2800 is really alot of money for an empty room with a view. Want view can also take the lift in Pan PAc hotel, free one. I think some people can have the whole wedding for less than that amount of money. And if your girl truly loves you, I'm sure she wouldn't want you to spend such a ridiculous sum of money on her, right?
Friday, February 22, 2008
Random post
As per tradition for the last 3 years or so, I always ALWAYS get alot of inspiration to blog in the few weeks leading up to the exam, so here I am again!
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Mugging for the Psych Test yesterday just confirms my conviction that I'm pathologically depressed.
DSM-IV criteria:
At least one of :a) low mood (check) Or b) anhedonia (no lei. I can definitely still feel the interest to watch alot of tv, read (non-medicine stuff of cos), talk on the phone, go shopping, blog surf, blog)
And four others of:
1) Loss of appetite (check: definitely reduced from buffet queen proportions) 2) psychomotor retardation (check) 3) low energy (check check check) 4) suicidal thoughts (check) 5) guilt (check check check check) 6) loss of confidence (check) 7) negative thinking (check: i'm going to fail i'm going to fail i'm going to fail) 8) insomnia (sadly no) or hypersomnia (check x 100)
For two weeks (for months liao, and I foresee it to last another month)
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Psychomed test is a joke. Just anyhow-ly humtum CBT for everything also can get correct.
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To get me through this trying time, I used to envision what a happy time I'd have in my post-MBBS holidays. Thinking abt visiting my favourite country, the country I fell in love with on my first trip there just 5min after getting off the tour bus, puts a smile on my face, and looking at pictures of the extensive research I've done just makes me so happy.
But now, somehow, this just doesn't motivate me anymore.
I found the need to escalate my own psychotherapy from the incentive type to the fear tactic type.
Now, I just envision myself failing.
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On another totally random note:
Him: Got alot of people propose on the Singapore Eye leh! Like quite romantic hor! Think I would have done that too.
Me, with a loud derisive snort: HUH?! But thats just so unoriginal!!!!
Him: (silence)
Me: And so is proposing on Eiffel Tower...... Suntec fountain of wealth....... romantic restaurants.......... (lists a few more examples)
To drive the nail in further,
Me: I would be SO unimpressed. (nods head with conviction)
Him: OK LOR!! How abt sky diving out of a SIA plane then I float to your window and show you a 'Marry Me!!' sign? Or deep sea diving in the Great Barrier Reef?
Me: YA.. then you can put the ring in one of those huge clams.. hahahaha
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Mugging for the Psych Test yesterday just confirms my conviction that I'm pathologically depressed.
DSM-IV criteria:
At least one of :a) low mood (check) Or b) anhedonia (no lei. I can definitely still feel the interest to watch alot of tv, read (non-medicine stuff of cos), talk on the phone, go shopping, blog surf, blog)
And four others of:
1) Loss of appetite (check: definitely reduced from buffet queen proportions) 2) psychomotor retardation (check) 3) low energy (check check check) 4) suicidal thoughts (check) 5) guilt (check check check check) 6) loss of confidence (check) 7) negative thinking (check: i'm going to fail i'm going to fail i'm going to fail) 8) insomnia (sadly no) or hypersomnia (check x 100)
For two weeks (for months liao, and I foresee it to last another month)
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Psychomed test is a joke. Just anyhow-ly humtum CBT for everything also can get correct.
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To get me through this trying time, I used to envision what a happy time I'd have in my post-MBBS holidays. Thinking abt visiting my favourite country, the country I fell in love with on my first trip there just 5min after getting off the tour bus, puts a smile on my face, and looking at pictures of the extensive research I've done just makes me so happy.
But now, somehow, this just doesn't motivate me anymore.
I found the need to escalate my own psychotherapy from the incentive type to the fear tactic type.
Now, I just envision myself failing.
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On another totally random note:
Him: Got alot of people propose on the Singapore Eye leh! Like quite romantic hor! Think I would have done that too.
Me, with a loud derisive snort: HUH?! But thats just so unoriginal!!!!
Him: (silence)
Me: And so is proposing on Eiffel Tower...... Suntec fountain of wealth....... romantic restaurants.......... (lists a few more examples)
To drive the nail in further,
Me: I would be SO unimpressed. (nods head with conviction)
Him: OK LOR!! How abt sky diving out of a SIA plane then I float to your window and show you a 'Marry Me!!' sign? Or deep sea diving in the Great Barrier Reef?
Me: YA.. then you can put the ring in one of those huge clams.. hahahaha
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Why I love school then but hate school now
1. My pri sch is only 2minutes walk from my hse, hahaha
2. School always ends before 2pm LATEST.
3. It is possible to do well without studying AT ALL.
4. Because there is almost no homework to do, I can always sleep before 10.
5. I love all subjects because they are all so fun!
6. Remember music lessons???
7. Teachers believe in positive reinforcement, and so shower us with gold stars and 'excellent' chops. In those good old days, I even got 'neat and tidy work' comments lor! Hahahahahahaha
8. To facilitate group discussion, our classroom arrangement is such that we sit in 'F' formations, which means, instead of just your neighbour to whisper to during lessons, you have another 4 more pple to chat with.
8. In class, we do silly mindless work like xi2 zi4 (write the same chinese words alot of times), where we chat happily, and someone would usually issue the 'see who can write finish first' challenge, I usually end up writing one side of the word first vertically down the page, then write the other side. Which of cos totally defeats the purpose of xi zi.
9. Dictation is done at such a leisurely pace that even got time to sharpen pencil, not like now, when I literally got carpopedal spasms from writing too fast in lectures.
10. Spelling and ting1 xie3 (chinese spelling) is fun because I like to laugh at my friends who cover their answers with hankerchiefs and their bags.
11. Reading abt the antics of Ahmad, Bala, Gopal, Sumei, Peihua and John who like to share cakes and compare their pocket money, and if some of them have more than the rest, they must always give a sum of money to their friends to make things equal.
12. Finding the all elusive tiny animals hiding in pages of the Pets coursebook, oh how I miss the colourful and cute animals. And so exciting the game! Everytime without fail, on the day that i buy the textbooks, I will rush home and find all the animals on every page.
13. Playing with each other's pencil boxes, remember those contraptions with a million and one buttons and secret compartments?? hahaha
14. Starving or eating bread during recess(i only have 50cents a day!) so that I can save money to buy those cute little toys from the school bookshop.
15. Teachers praise you for saying, "t'cher, MAY i go to the toilet?" instead of saying "Can I"
16. Practical tests test you on your ability to measure length of eggs and identify substances with your five senses.
17. Science experiements - need I say more
18. The only time I feel terrified in class is when a student with a gauze in mouth hands those ugly brown cards to the teacher and she says, "the following students are required at the dental nurse now...."
19. Being asked to 'put your fingers on your lips" haha so cute.
20. Being asked to hold hands with your partner (who MUST be of the opposite gender) when you queue up, and everyone immediately starts digging for their hankerchiefs and papers or even leaves (I kena before) to minimise contact. hahahahaha
21. Nobody laughs at me for writing the most fantastic essays (by fantastic, I mean really out of the world storylines). Things like, "one rainy sunday afternoon, I was taking my cat out for a walk (??!!!) and out of the blue, I saw an old looking wizard (!!!) who wanted me to let him have a sip of water (???)" And they all NEVER end with ".. I woke up. It was a dream."
22. Tuition was fun. fun and more fun. In fact, they were pretty useless, I only went because my tuition teacher lives in my block and also my tuition mates are my best friend and one of the boys I sorta like. We spend our days playing marco polo and hide and seek during tuition. And helping the boy I sorta like woo the girl he's 'madly in love' with, who also happens to be my other best friend. [Hahaha.. these BGR or in those innocent days, are called husband-wife relationships in primary sch are extremely cute and complicated lar... Anyway, in summary, boy I sorta like and his best friend both like my best friend so I've been helping boy I sorta like 'woo' my best friend (awww) but after a long and trying time, my best friend 'chose' his best friend, and he immediately decides to like me instead. But sadly, I've already moved on to like someone else liao. HAHAHAHA! Think I shall blog more abt all these, very cute one]
And lastly, and most importantly, the only thing that requires mugging then, is Chinese meanings, and even if dun mug, also can pass, cos only got five questions.
Sigh, those were the days.
2. School always ends before 2pm LATEST.
3. It is possible to do well without studying AT ALL.
4. Because there is almost no homework to do, I can always sleep before 10.
5. I love all subjects because they are all so fun!
6. Remember music lessons???
7. Teachers believe in positive reinforcement, and so shower us with gold stars and 'excellent' chops. In those good old days, I even got 'neat and tidy work' comments lor! Hahahahahahaha
8. To facilitate group discussion, our classroom arrangement is such that we sit in 'F' formations, which means, instead of just your neighbour to whisper to during lessons, you have another 4 more pple to chat with.
8. In class, we do silly mindless work like xi2 zi4 (write the same chinese words alot of times), where we chat happily, and someone would usually issue the 'see who can write finish first' challenge, I usually end up writing one side of the word first vertically down the page, then write the other side. Which of cos totally defeats the purpose of xi zi.
9. Dictation is done at such a leisurely pace that even got time to sharpen pencil, not like now, when I literally got carpopedal spasms from writing too fast in lectures.
10. Spelling and ting1 xie3 (chinese spelling) is fun because I like to laugh at my friends who cover their answers with hankerchiefs and their bags.
11. Reading abt the antics of Ahmad, Bala, Gopal, Sumei, Peihua and John who like to share cakes and compare their pocket money, and if some of them have more than the rest, they must always give a sum of money to their friends to make things equal.
12. Finding the all elusive tiny animals hiding in pages of the Pets coursebook, oh how I miss the colourful and cute animals. And so exciting the game! Everytime without fail, on the day that i buy the textbooks, I will rush home and find all the animals on every page.
13. Playing with each other's pencil boxes, remember those contraptions with a million and one buttons and secret compartments?? hahaha
14. Starving or eating bread during recess(i only have 50cents a day!) so that I can save money to buy those cute little toys from the school bookshop.
15. Teachers praise you for saying, "t'cher, MAY i go to the toilet?" instead of saying "Can I"
16. Practical tests test you on your ability to measure length of eggs and identify substances with your five senses.
17. Science experiements - need I say more
18. The only time I feel terrified in class is when a student with a gauze in mouth hands those ugly brown cards to the teacher and she says, "the following students are required at the dental nurse now...."
19. Being asked to 'put your fingers on your lips" haha so cute.
20. Being asked to hold hands with your partner (who MUST be of the opposite gender) when you queue up, and everyone immediately starts digging for their hankerchiefs and papers or even leaves (I kena before) to minimise contact. hahahahaha
21. Nobody laughs at me for writing the most fantastic essays (by fantastic, I mean really out of the world storylines). Things like, "one rainy sunday afternoon, I was taking my cat out for a walk (??!!!) and out of the blue, I saw an old looking wizard (!!!) who wanted me to let him have a sip of water (???)" And they all NEVER end with ".. I woke up. It was a dream."
22. Tuition was fun. fun and more fun. In fact, they were pretty useless, I only went because my tuition teacher lives in my block and also my tuition mates are my best friend and one of the boys I sorta like. We spend our days playing marco polo and hide and seek during tuition. And helping the boy I sorta like woo the girl he's 'madly in love' with, who also happens to be my other best friend. [Hahaha.. these BGR or in those innocent days, are called husband-wife relationships in primary sch are extremely cute and complicated lar... Anyway, in summary, boy I sorta like and his best friend both like my best friend so I've been helping boy I sorta like 'woo' my best friend (awww) but after a long and trying time, my best friend 'chose' his best friend, and he immediately decides to like me instead. But sadly, I've already moved on to like someone else liao. HAHAHAHA! Think I shall blog more abt all these, very cute one]
And lastly, and most importantly, the only thing that requires mugging then, is Chinese meanings, and even if dun mug, also can pass, cos only got five questions.
Sigh, those were the days.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Happy
It’s a befitting end to my Valentine’s Day celebration to watch Amazing Race Asia together.
Yay!!!!!! So happy that the Singapore team won, I’ve been rooting for them from the start. Not like that horrible woman, Wk, being the PR that she is, she supported neither the S’pore team nor the Malaysia team, but cheered for the cute Philipino boys instead..
Even I, chose my country over good looks lor!
Anyway, I was really proud of the way the S’pore team ran the whole race, they didn’t resort to any lying or cheating, and maintained a polite and optimistic front the whole way, even when the whole country cursed and swore as one when they let their cab leave and we all thought they were going to lose for sure.
And I think it’s rather heart-warming to know that they won despite, or maybe even because of, his disability.
I felt a burst of patriotic pride when he told the taxi drivers to “support S’pore! S’pore team is going to win!” Machiam like election liddat.
Haha liang kept shouting, “ask the taxi drivers to help you lar!! Sabo the other teams!”
And when the Malaysian girls got in their cab, he screamed “drive them to Tanah Merah!!!!!!!!!!!!”
If he joins the Race, he would be the Amazing Race Asian version of Rob. -_-“
Does that make me Amber? Nah… I’m definitely not as chio.. or as unopinionated.
Even at the end of the show, Liang still cannot understand why they didn’t call their relatives ahead of time to arrange cabs and everything for them, and why the taxi drivers didn’t “drop them at Sungei Buloh and let them die”.
I explained, “aiyah! The taxi uncles kiasi mah! On tv leh, got evidence! They scared they no business next time, now taxi so expensive!”
Yay!!!!!! So happy that the Singapore team won, I’ve been rooting for them from the start. Not like that horrible woman, Wk, being the PR that she is, she supported neither the S’pore team nor the Malaysia team, but cheered for the cute Philipino boys instead..
Even I, chose my country over good looks lor!
Anyway, I was really proud of the way the S’pore team ran the whole race, they didn’t resort to any lying or cheating, and maintained a polite and optimistic front the whole way, even when the whole country cursed and swore as one when they let their cab leave and we all thought they were going to lose for sure.
And I think it’s rather heart-warming to know that they won despite, or maybe even because of, his disability.
I felt a burst of patriotic pride when he told the taxi drivers to “support S’pore! S’pore team is going to win!” Machiam like election liddat.
Haha liang kept shouting, “ask the taxi drivers to help you lar!! Sabo the other teams!”
And when the Malaysian girls got in their cab, he screamed “drive them to Tanah Merah!!!!!!!!!!!!”
If he joins the Race, he would be the Amazing Race Asian version of Rob. -_-“
Does that make me Amber? Nah… I’m definitely not as chio.. or as unopinionated.
Even at the end of the show, Liang still cannot understand why they didn’t call their relatives ahead of time to arrange cabs and everything for them, and why the taxi drivers didn’t “drop them at Sungei Buloh and let them die”.
I explained, “aiyah! The taxi uncles kiasi mah! On tv leh, got evidence! They scared they no business next time, now taxi so expensive!”
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Ode to you
I knew I’d love you before I met you
And when I saw you, you took my breath away
I remember the day you belong to me, I was so happy
Not only do you amaze me with your looks,
I love the feel of you, the feel of your velvety back, in my hands
Whenever I bring you out, my friends would praise and admire you,
I would give a dismissive wave and say, “look good only lar”,
But inwardly, my heart overflows with love for you.
You were better than all my ex-es can ever be, and with you, I’m truly happy
I learn to depend on you, and you are perfect for me in every way.
But now, after close to two years, I’m finally beginning to see your true colours.
My good friend warned me about you, but I ignored her, choosing to trust in you instead,
Not believing that you would be capable of such deeds.
Then recently I slowly began to see signs.
And I opened my heart to the possibility that my friends could be right.
A few days ago, when two friends confronted me with the truth at the same time,
I realized that I couldn’t live in denial anymore.
And so, I asked my family and friends, and gathered more evidence of your betrayal.
All these months, I thought they were just misunderstandings.
But now I know
The magnitude of what you did behind my back.
It hurts me to the very core of my being, when I finally decided to let you go.
But even as I tell myself that, even as I open myself to the idea of a replacement,
I know that I still love you very much so.
Everyone else pales in comparison to you, and despite myself,
I wished that you could go back to how you were before.
Even when I find someone else, you will still be my greatest love in my heart.
So now, I’m announcing to everyone, to give me recommendations.
I’ve tried, but I simply can’t find a suitable replacement to my fancy.
Because…
I really, really…..
Need to…. change my phone.
My phone and its velvet-y back
Teeheeheeheeheehee…
I had so much fun writing this entry.
What happened is this lar:
People have been saying that I always can’t be contacted. And Wk had been telling me for eons that I always never pick up her calls, but I thought she was exaggerating, or that got poor reception or smth.
Then on Friday, Mc ask me why I rejected his call, then I was like, “no what, you got call me meh?”, and sure enough, when I checked my phone, got his miss call.
And immediately Wk, who was beside me, nonchalant-ly piped up that she also called me that afternoon but I also rejected her call, which was even stranger cos the phone never ring, and also there was no miss calls displayed. And she say that it always happen before, so often that she also can’t be bothered to tell me that she calls me.
I was utterly shocked. My phone rejects calls without my knowledge???!!!
So I asked around, and indeed almost everyone I asked experienced that before! They all just assumed that I very busy, so reject their calls. And I naturally don’t return calls cos I didn’t even know there were miss calls in the first place!
!!!!! SO all this time, people must have been thinking I’m one heck of a ‘tao’ bi*ch!!!
And that was when I finally decided to change my phone. I really, really like this phone a lot lor, I even went to send it for repair a few months ago even though the stupid repair service took three weeks.
The problem is, to date, I still can’t find a phone that I like enough, so that I will feel happy using it, instead of missing my current phone.
Sigh!
Anyway, the whole purpose of this boh liao post is to tell everyone to sms me instead if you can’t get me on my hp.
And more importantly: I never tao you hor, it’s my phone!
And when I saw you, you took my breath away
I remember the day you belong to me, I was so happy
Not only do you amaze me with your looks,
I love the feel of you, the feel of your velvety back, in my hands
Whenever I bring you out, my friends would praise and admire you,
I would give a dismissive wave and say, “look good only lar”,
But inwardly, my heart overflows with love for you.
You were better than all my ex-es can ever be, and with you, I’m truly happy
I learn to depend on you, and you are perfect for me in every way.
But now, after close to two years, I’m finally beginning to see your true colours.
My good friend warned me about you, but I ignored her, choosing to trust in you instead,
Not believing that you would be capable of such deeds.
Then recently I slowly began to see signs.
And I opened my heart to the possibility that my friends could be right.
A few days ago, when two friends confronted me with the truth at the same time,
I realized that I couldn’t live in denial anymore.
And so, I asked my family and friends, and gathered more evidence of your betrayal.
All these months, I thought they were just misunderstandings.
But now I know
The magnitude of what you did behind my back.
It hurts me to the very core of my being, when I finally decided to let you go.
But even as I tell myself that, even as I open myself to the idea of a replacement,
I know that I still love you very much so.
Everyone else pales in comparison to you, and despite myself,
I wished that you could go back to how you were before.
Even when I find someone else, you will still be my greatest love in my heart.
So now, I’m announcing to everyone, to give me recommendations.
I’ve tried, but I simply can’t find a suitable replacement to my fancy.
Because…
I really, really…..
Need to…. change my phone.
My phone and its velvet-y back
Teeheeheeheeheehee…
I had so much fun writing this entry.
What happened is this lar:
People have been saying that I always can’t be contacted. And Wk had been telling me for eons that I always never pick up her calls, but I thought she was exaggerating, or that got poor reception or smth.
Then on Friday, Mc ask me why I rejected his call, then I was like, “no what, you got call me meh?”, and sure enough, when I checked my phone, got his miss call.
And immediately Wk, who was beside me, nonchalant-ly piped up that she also called me that afternoon but I also rejected her call, which was even stranger cos the phone never ring, and also there was no miss calls displayed. And she say that it always happen before, so often that she also can’t be bothered to tell me that she calls me.
I was utterly shocked. My phone rejects calls without my knowledge???!!!
So I asked around, and indeed almost everyone I asked experienced that before! They all just assumed that I very busy, so reject their calls. And I naturally don’t return calls cos I didn’t even know there were miss calls in the first place!
!!!!! SO all this time, people must have been thinking I’m one heck of a ‘tao’ bi*ch!!!
And that was when I finally decided to change my phone. I really, really like this phone a lot lor, I even went to send it for repair a few months ago even though the stupid repair service took three weeks.
The problem is, to date, I still can’t find a phone that I like enough, so that I will feel happy using it, instead of missing my current phone.
Sigh!
Anyway, the whole purpose of this boh liao post is to tell everyone to sms me instead if you can’t get me on my hp.
And more importantly: I never tao you hor, it’s my phone!
Saturday, January 26, 2008
The Fifth dimension
Sorry I know I haven been blogging much...
In fact, I haven been doing anything much...
I haven been eating much....
I haven been going out much....
I haven been reading much....
I haven been watching tv much....
And I definitely haven been mugging much...
It's Saturday again.. And tmrw is Sunday, and the day after that is Monday ie. start of third week of surg posting. And I still haven even reached the ligament of Treiz yet [I have been trying to work my way systematically down from head to toe].
And i looked back at the past week and for the life of me I can't remember a single productive thing I did... (OMG kinda freaking out already here...)
It's like smth out of some sci-fi movie, where has all that time gone? (Or maybe i've got some dissociation disorder or smth)
Tmrw I'm supposed to meet up with my ex-colleagues, and just now I tried to recall when was the last time I met up with them. I remember that night I was super grumpy cos I was having acute colicky severe abdo pain (I literally had to walk doubled over to try to get a cab home) that marked the onset of one of the worst gastroenteritis I've had in the history of all my GEs (yes, I remember significant events of my life by my GEs).
Here was my thought process: That was at the end of the year, because I caught the bug from Liang who allegedly caught it from his whole family, who allegedly blamed it on their Christmas lunch. Hmmm, but I dun recall meeting up with them during the dec hols last year because of all the lectures. So that GE I remember must be from last last dec, but that can't be right.. Maybe I confused it with another GE (that's the prob with marking your life events with GEs), oh but wait, I remember distinctly feeling POed because my that one GE not only spoiled my gathering with my ex-colleagues, but also made me missed out on the New Year's Booze Party with Wx.
Which means the last time we met up was more than one year ago?????!!!! What the freak??!!! HOw did that happen??? What was I doing during the few hols I had last year?
I honestly can't remember.
Oh crap.
In fact, I haven been doing anything much...
I haven been eating much....
I haven been going out much....
I haven been reading much....
I haven been watching tv much....
And I definitely haven been mugging much...
It's Saturday again.. And tmrw is Sunday, and the day after that is Monday ie. start of third week of surg posting. And I still haven even reached the ligament of Treiz yet [I have been trying to work my way systematically down from head to toe].
And i looked back at the past week and for the life of me I can't remember a single productive thing I did... (OMG kinda freaking out already here...)
It's like smth out of some sci-fi movie, where has all that time gone? (Or maybe i've got some dissociation disorder or smth)
Tmrw I'm supposed to meet up with my ex-colleagues, and just now I tried to recall when was the last time I met up with them. I remember that night I was super grumpy cos I was having acute colicky severe abdo pain (I literally had to walk doubled over to try to get a cab home) that marked the onset of one of the worst gastroenteritis I've had in the history of all my GEs (yes, I remember significant events of my life by my GEs).
Here was my thought process: That was at the end of the year, because I caught the bug from Liang who allegedly caught it from his whole family, who allegedly blamed it on their Christmas lunch. Hmmm, but I dun recall meeting up with them during the dec hols last year because of all the lectures. So that GE I remember must be from last last dec, but that can't be right.. Maybe I confused it with another GE (that's the prob with marking your life events with GEs), oh but wait, I remember distinctly feeling POed because my that one GE not only spoiled my gathering with my ex-colleagues, but also made me missed out on the New Year's Booze Party with Wx.
Which means the last time we met up was more than one year ago?????!!!! What the freak??!!! HOw did that happen??? What was I doing during the few hols I had last year?
I honestly can't remember.
Oh crap.
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
The tutor.. continued
It's wednesday again.. and I went for tutorial with bated breaths. And when after 15min and dr x din mention anything abt a tutorial with THE tutor, I breathed a ginormous sigh of relief. T said to me, "today he zi dong (automatic) never ask us for tut. I think he got the msg that we're not very interested. Last week you two din turn up, he damn sad lar... Din tell us as many stories and he kept repeating his words." I said, "awww... he misses us... heh heh.. u guys should thank us, we did u all a favour."
And we continued seeing patients happily...
Then after tutorial, just as we were leaving the ward, we saw HIM talking to a patient, and I think he caught the panicked look on our faces.. But we escaped unscathed.
Then at 6.03pm today, I received a sms from our grp rep, and I quote: "We're screwed. Tomorrow ward 2 2.30. Radioactive cows. He called me to tell me. Who's going?" I was in the national lib then, surrounded by quiet readers, and when I saw the sms, I let out a loud "oh shit!" and then collapsed on the table laughing mirthlessly, muttering "noooooo!" like a mad woman, Catechol was so worried he immediately grabbed my hp from my hands to read the sms that caused me to have such big da3 ji1 (fatal blow).
NO choice, it's fate. We're meant to have one last session with him. I'm only going because we have excuse to leave early cos got lecture...
And we continued seeing patients happily...
Then after tutorial, just as we were leaving the ward, we saw HIM talking to a patient, and I think he caught the panicked look on our faces.. But we escaped unscathed.
Then at 6.03pm today, I received a sms from our grp rep, and I quote: "We're screwed. Tomorrow ward 2 2.30. Radioactive cows. He called me to tell me. Who's going?" I was in the national lib then, surrounded by quiet readers, and when I saw the sms, I let out a loud "oh shit!" and then collapsed on the table laughing mirthlessly, muttering "noooooo!" like a mad woman, Catechol was so worried he immediately grabbed my hp from my hands to read the sms that caused me to have such big da3 ji1 (fatal blow).
NO choice, it's fate. We're meant to have one last session with him. I'm only going because we have excuse to leave early cos got lecture...
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
An enthusiastic tutor
If there's one thing we learn in the five years of medical school, it is that us medical students are the bottom of the medical food chain, we are parasites that feed upon our tutors' time, and we need to call them to humbly ask for a bit of their time and if anyone else is having tutorials, we hang around and try to eavsedrop.
So what is the problem with a tutor who enthusiastically gives us at least 2.5hrs of tutorials without fail every week?
Let me try to clue you in to our situation:
- After the first tutorial, we have never initiated contact with him since, and yet we still have tutorials every week.
- When he asked for a combined tutorial, we tried to warn the rest when informing them cos we feel we had to take informed consent (ie. when they regret their decision to come, we can say don't say we didn't warn you), and sure enough, ten minute into the tut, Wl turned to me and said, "i see what u mean".
- When we are all minding our own business in the ward, he swooped down on us and asked if we're waiting for him for tutorial. We hurriedly said that we're waiting for another tutor (truth) and he said, "ok i'll see you at 4.30 then, your tutorial should have ended by then." That was at 2pm.
- He called up our cg rep and told him tat he can give us a tutorial that day, our cg rep very tactfully and cleverly said that we're all in sgh tat day (half-truth), but the tutor even more cleverly said "we can meet at 4.30."
- One of us tried to escape (out of the kindness of my heart, I shall not mention names) but he captured 'said student' walking away from the designated meeting place and he said," hey aren't you in my tut grp? we meeting in tat ward rite?" And 'said student' was forced to say that he/she was going to the toilet. Hahahahahaha.... 'said student' was very pissed indeed..
- During that tutorial, one of us was sleeping so obviously that he was almost leaning on his neighbour's shoulders, someone was mugging under the table, someone was doodling on his book, someone was looking pissed (me), and we were all not looking at him, and yet tutorial can still go on uninterrupted for 2hours. (There were only 8 of us and we were all sitting around a table).
Still not clued in? How abt this:
- in our first week, he said he wasn't free to give us tutorial that day but he can meet us for a talk, he ended up talking for 1 plus hour abt everything under the sun that has nothing to do with medicine.
- we can spend two hours going through 1 long case, but maybe only 2minutes of the 2 hours is useful.
- some of the topics he spoke of during tutorials include cows. Actually, I honestly don't remember cos i always immediately switched off the moment i sensed him going off-tangent, but the others mentioned the 'cow-topic' as one of the worst topics ever, you can ask Wk abt it...
The only reason why I'm in a good enuf mood to blog abt this today is because our great escape worked.
So what is the problem with a tutor who enthusiastically gives us at least 2.5hrs of tutorials without fail every week?
Let me try to clue you in to our situation:
- After the first tutorial, we have never initiated contact with him since, and yet we still have tutorials every week.
- When he asked for a combined tutorial, we tried to warn the rest when informing them cos we feel we had to take informed consent (ie. when they regret their decision to come, we can say don't say we didn't warn you), and sure enough, ten minute into the tut, Wl turned to me and said, "i see what u mean".
- When we are all minding our own business in the ward, he swooped down on us and asked if we're waiting for him for tutorial. We hurriedly said that we're waiting for another tutor (truth) and he said, "ok i'll see you at 4.30 then, your tutorial should have ended by then." That was at 2pm.
- He called up our cg rep and told him tat he can give us a tutorial that day, our cg rep very tactfully and cleverly said that we're all in sgh tat day (half-truth), but the tutor even more cleverly said "we can meet at 4.30."
- One of us tried to escape (out of the kindness of my heart, I shall not mention names) but he captured 'said student' walking away from the designated meeting place and he said," hey aren't you in my tut grp? we meeting in tat ward rite?" And 'said student' was forced to say that he/she was going to the toilet. Hahahahahaha.... 'said student' was very pissed indeed..
- During that tutorial, one of us was sleeping so obviously that he was almost leaning on his neighbour's shoulders, someone was mugging under the table, someone was doodling on his book, someone was looking pissed (me), and we were all not looking at him, and yet tutorial can still go on uninterrupted for 2hours. (There were only 8 of us and we were all sitting around a table).
Still not clued in? How abt this:
- in our first week, he said he wasn't free to give us tutorial that day but he can meet us for a talk, he ended up talking for 1 plus hour abt everything under the sun that has nothing to do with medicine.
- we can spend two hours going through 1 long case, but maybe only 2minutes of the 2 hours is useful.
- some of the topics he spoke of during tutorials include cows. Actually, I honestly don't remember cos i always immediately switched off the moment i sensed him going off-tangent, but the others mentioned the 'cow-topic' as one of the worst topics ever, you can ask Wk abt it...
The only reason why I'm in a good enuf mood to blog abt this today is because our great escape worked.
Friday, December 14, 2007
Sorry
I apologise for the absolute dearth of entries on my blog these days, but my laptop let me down so i've been cut off from the high tech world this past month (erm to be honest, not exactly lar, i've been doing quite a fair bit of sharing in wireless networks)
And even though I really miss blogging, and Wk kept pointing to random computers in ttsh and ah and asking me to blog, I absolutely refused to blog on public computers or wireless networks, cos I'm paranoid that someone will just come along and delete my beloved blog. I would be devastatedloh.
For the past month, I have been involved in a long protracted email correspondence with the very friendly modem people, who finally decided that it's not their problem and taichi-ed (laymen speak for "please kindly review for medical takeover") me to the apple guys, who are definitely not so friendly. I had to do extensive research to track down shops that offer apple repair services here, and they told me it would take me $1000 to repair it. Thank goodness I told them my warranty just expired and the counter girltold me to do some demanding with apple, so after the demanding with some ang moh guy on the phone, I parted with my beloved laptop for three days just tobringit home to discover that i can't even use it for 3min without the screen going black and the laptop making funny noises. I nearly wept lo, it's like sendingit in with a minor disability and it comingback completely paralysed.
Anyway, the apple guys have my laptop in their possession again, and i had to beg Catechol to lend me his laptop (which explains the lousy typing) just in order to blog, and also to do my writeup lar.
Hmmph... I got alot of other things to blog abt one, but i'm to angry now to do so....
And even though I really miss blogging, and Wk kept pointing to random computers in ttsh and ah and asking me to blog, I absolutely refused to blog on public computers or wireless networks, cos I'm paranoid that someone will just come along and delete my beloved blog. I would be devastatedloh.
For the past month, I have been involved in a long protracted email correspondence with the very friendly modem people, who finally decided that it's not their problem and taichi-ed (laymen speak for "please kindly review for medical takeover") me to the apple guys, who are definitely not so friendly. I had to do extensive research to track down shops that offer apple repair services here, and they told me it would take me $1000 to repair it. Thank goodness I told them my warranty just expired and the counter girltold me to do some demanding with apple, so after the demanding with some ang moh guy on the phone, I parted with my beloved laptop for three days just tobringit home to discover that i can't even use it for 3min without the screen going black and the laptop making funny noises. I nearly wept lo, it's like sendingit in with a minor disability and it comingback completely paralysed.
Anyway, the apple guys have my laptop in their possession again, and i had to beg Catechol to lend me his laptop (which explains the lousy typing) just in order to blog, and also to do my writeup lar.
Hmmph... I got alot of other things to blog abt one, but i'm to angry now to do so....
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
My first friend wedding
Editorh's note: Check out our jiemei blog for a funny medicine video uploaded by shmint.
I laughed until i stomachache.
Recently, I’ve taken to asking my friends if they will be inviting me to their weddings, because I think that would be such a nice experience, to see people I love find the happiness they deserve. So warm your heart lor..
However, I was very shocked and horrified that my good friend has done it again, and invited herself, and me in the process, to our MO’s wedding. And even though we really like our MO a lot, I think it’s not very appropriate for us lowly medical students to turn up.
Anyway, the deed is done, and she sent us an invitation. One invitation to be shared among the two of us, feels very..err… weird. So of course we can’t turn her down, and we looked forward to that day with fear and trepidation. (because Wk is convinced that we’ll see our reg and consultants at the same table and we think that they will quiz us on gastro stuff, meanwhile I just ‘wished’ with all my might and hoped my ‘suay’ mouth will work its magic.)
On the precious public hol when we finally din have to go for rounds, we met at borders, both of us dressed up to the nines. (In fact, my first words to Wk were “Hahahahaha! You look so Vietnamese today.” And added, “and pretty” as an afterthought.)
Haha and the tables are arranged according to our disciplines lor, tat’s such a damper, like some hospital conference like tat, but I supposed can’t be helped lar, cos both bride and groom are doctors.
[heehee I just tot of smth: if two teachers get married, will their tables be arranged by subject?]
I was at first quite excited to see my MO’s wedding photos (so pretty loh), and quite amused to see pple I recognize but dressed in nice clothes, like some MO I met during call once. Actually, I suspect 99.9% of the people I recognize probably don’t recognize me, because I must say I look very different on weekdays (ie. ugly), the other 0.1% are probably wondering what the hell I’m doing there at an MO’s wedding.
But as the evening wore on, I got more and more sleepy and grumpy, cos I was secretly starving and the portions the waiters served were measly! And also, the wedding programs were simply boring. Wk kept reassuring me that for my wedding, she would make sure that things get very interesting indeed.
So we finally finished the last scoop of desert at 11pm, shook a very tired MO’s hand who said in a typically her fashion: “I smile until very tired already.”
And I wanted to take a photo of Wk to show everyone her supreme Vietnamese look one, but she sneakily covered up her top with her shawl:
Then, we trudged off to separate bus-stops to take our buses home, where I totally fell asleep on the bus.
That night I slept at 1.30am and woke up at 5.45am the next morning.
I laughed until i stomachache.
Recently, I’ve taken to asking my friends if they will be inviting me to their weddings, because I think that would be such a nice experience, to see people I love find the happiness they deserve. So warm your heart lor..
However, I was very shocked and horrified that my good friend has done it again, and invited herself, and me in the process, to our MO’s wedding. And even though we really like our MO a lot, I think it’s not very appropriate for us lowly medical students to turn up.
Anyway, the deed is done, and she sent us an invitation. One invitation to be shared among the two of us, feels very..err… weird. So of course we can’t turn her down, and we looked forward to that day with fear and trepidation. (because Wk is convinced that we’ll see our reg and consultants at the same table and we think that they will quiz us on gastro stuff, meanwhile I just ‘wished’ with all my might and hoped my ‘suay’ mouth will work its magic.)
On the precious public hol when we finally din have to go for rounds, we met at borders, both of us dressed up to the nines. (In fact, my first words to Wk were “Hahahahaha! You look so Vietnamese today.” And added, “and pretty” as an afterthought.)
Haha and the tables are arranged according to our disciplines lor, tat’s such a damper, like some hospital conference like tat, but I supposed can’t be helped lar, cos both bride and groom are doctors.
[heehee I just tot of smth: if two teachers get married, will their tables be arranged by subject?]
I was at first quite excited to see my MO’s wedding photos (so pretty loh), and quite amused to see pple I recognize but dressed in nice clothes, like some MO I met during call once. Actually, I suspect 99.9% of the people I recognize probably don’t recognize me, because I must say I look very different on weekdays (ie. ugly), the other 0.1% are probably wondering what the hell I’m doing there at an MO’s wedding.
But as the evening wore on, I got more and more sleepy and grumpy, cos I was secretly starving and the portions the waiters served were measly! And also, the wedding programs were simply boring. Wk kept reassuring me that for my wedding, she would make sure that things get very interesting indeed.
So we finally finished the last scoop of desert at 11pm, shook a very tired MO’s hand who said in a typically her fashion: “I smile until very tired already.”
And I wanted to take a photo of Wk to show everyone her supreme Vietnamese look one, but she sneakily covered up her top with her shawl:
Then, we trudged off to separate bus-stops to take our buses home, where I totally fell asleep on the bus.
That night I slept at 1.30am and woke up at 5.45am the next morning.
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