TAYLOR SWIFT IN SINGAPORE!! anyone have tickets?

Am I an idiot or am I an idiot? -.-

I obviously heard about Taylor Swift's Speak Now tour being a WORLD tour but it NEVER occurred to me.
Those two words : "WORLD TOUR". Well, duh, the world involves Asian countries as well right? ASIA!!!!!!!!

TAYLOR SWIFT COMING TO ASIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OOOMAAAGAAAAAAAAAAAWD!!!!!
TAYLOR SWIFT IN ASIA!!!!!!

i'm such an idiot. Today, is December 30th 2010. -.- Tickets were sold out like last month -.- i'm am so annoyed with myself

There's this one guy selling tickets for $1100 Sing dollars. Oh my gawwwd.
That's like 3.3k in ringgits! Oh my gawddd. I wonder if anyone will buy it though. It's so expensive.

AAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!
The one singer, the one artist that I will actually shell out the agong heads in my wallet for!
AND I CAN'T SEE HER!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!

:-( I'm so sad now. It's kind of silly though. It's too bad I've been living under a rock, looking after my grandmum that it never occurred to me, that she's performing FIRST in Singapore. Imagine that, her headlining spectacularly-sure-to-be-amazingly-awesome tour KICKS OFF IN SINGAPORE!

SINGAPORE!!! WHICH IS SO BLOODY NEAR KL!! Aaaaaaaaahhhh!
If anyone knows where I can buy cheaper tickets compared to the bum I mentioned earlier, I will be thoroughly grateful. Sighs. Taylor Swift man.

TAYLOR FREAKING SWIFT.
argggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

If anyone is feeling really generous, feel free to buy tickets from this guy for me. You won't have to buy me any birthday presents or whatever presents for the rest of my life. Sighs.

Taylor Swift.

Please please anyone who knows where I can get some tickets, drop me a line pronto! Thanks :(

the end of another year

This holiday has been fun. Well, sorta.

Met up with some old friends.

Met up with new ones.

Cruised around town, passenger-style.

Went to the beach.

Got some much needed exercise from laser-tag.

.Maintained my title of Queen of Go-Karting. 46 secs in one lap. woohoo :P

Enjoyed some heavenly meals from Kuching, 

Just to name a couple:  

a) My favorite Fritto Crostini from Sarawak Club

b) Legendary laksa from Foody Goody.

c) Banana Fritters from Carpenter Street!

d) Chao Chai from Eastmoore Cafe. 

(direct translation : Sour Vegetables Noodles Soup)

e) Tomato Kueh Tiaw with Fried Fish Fillets from Fu Yu Kopi Shop

(if only KL had this, sighs)

f) Kampua Mee from Fu Yu Kopi Shop
(awesomeness)

Oh well, enough food pictures. I'm starting to drool. Hm there are more food pictures but I kept forgetting to snap a  pic of it before I dug in. -.- Hopefully, I'll learn some self control in the distant future. Eek! KL in 4 days! Aaaah goodbye awesome food! :-(

Guess that's a wrap for 2010 eh?

@#!#@!#!@!@%$^#^%$

I FREAKING HATE MOSQUITOES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Was bloody attacked by a family of them. Suffering from 3 ginormous bites on my right and like 4 on my right leg and 2 more on my left. OH. MY. GAWD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bring me back to KL man! Land of the polluted, hence no mossies.

GAAAAAAARADSRERGHHHHH!!

Bombay Ada Masalah

Bombay Masala was a huge disappointment. I went to the one at RH, which is the area you pass when you're coming down or going to the airport. It's directly opposite The Four Points Hotel so it's hard to miss.

Having lived in KL for almost two years now, I kind of gotten used to the mamak food so abundantly available.
So of course, after having spent close to almost two months in Kuching, I had my cravings for a particular garlic cheese naan dipped in condense milk.. mmmmmm...

Anyway, there have been a sudden burst of indian cuisine cafes opening up all across Kuching lately, Bombay Masala being one of them. From the outside, it looks too clean to be a mamak (but it just opened so yeah.) so I had my doubts about it at first. I thought it was like a fancy restaurant or something. So I googled their menu online and came across this blog which mentioned that the food wasn't too bad and they even took some pictures.

Okay, technically it was my fault because I just woke up at the time so I was ravenous for anything really. But the pictures did look pretty good so I figured why not? It's probably the closest I'm going to get to a real garlic cheese naan anyway. So I went over with some friends. Okay, first of all, one thing anyone should know about me is you do not mess with me when I'm hungry. Haha so imagine my expression when we arrived and they said basically, everything was 'Don't have..'.

We sat down and asked for the menu. I was so happy at the thought, finally! I get to taste naan again!

Me: Can I have the garlic cheese naan?
Waitress: Don't have..
Me: ........ Okay.. is it only... hanya petang.. atau malam.. ada saja?
Waitiress: Don't have..
Phoebs: ... Yeah..... so bila ada? Malam? Pagi?
Waitress: Don't have..
Me: -.- *thinking* @!#!!#$!@$@$Q!@#!@# Er.. okay.. Nasi briyani ayam madu, satu? And satu teh tarik. The blog had a picture of it which looked pretty good.
Waitress: Okay.
Evone: Dua.. dua nasi briyani ayam madu.

5 minutes later..

Waitress: Itu nasi briyani sedikit saja. Hanya cukup untuk seorang..
Me: -.- *thinking* @#!#@!$!@#@!#@!#@! Fine. Maggie mee goreng satu.

10 minutes later..

Waitress: Itu nasi briyani.. kering dah.. (something like that. I only heard the word 'kering')
Evone: -.- Fine. Maggie mee goreng dua.

30-40minutes later..

My maggie mee goreng was plain yellowish in colour and it was kinda soggy? I was probably too hungry to judge rationally but Evone said it sucked. I was so annoyed I didn't even bother to take pictures. Just take my word for it. It. Sucked. But my friends said there's a nice naan place at 7th Mile so I might go try my luck there. Moral of the story: Do Not Go To Bombay Masala. -.-

Crappiest movie of 2010

I downloaded this new movie I found online a while ago - 'Skyline'. The title sounds pretty cool, the movie posters looks interesting enough. Do.Not. Be. Fooled. 'Skyline' is the crappiest sci-fi movie I've ever had the displeasure of viewing, I didn't even have to pay to watch it and I'm still complaining. The first few scenes are okay, average starter scenes and I'm just sitting there, waiting for something interesting or out of the blue to pop out or an alien head, something!

The first scene, if I'm not mistaken, is of a couple in a bedroom and a strange bright light is shining through their curtains. Okay, this part was still alright. It got me curious so I kept watching. Then, some weird freaky alien thing happens to the guy (jealous boyfriend guy from The OC) when he looks at the light. Still okay, still reasonably intriguing. I keep watching.

It goes on to another guy (Turk from Scrubs.) This is where I get a feeling the movie's going to be bad. One thing, I'm not a fan of Scrubs, I don't understand the whole fascination with it. The characters in the show are painfully unfunny and they always do a bunch of really stupid stuff. I don't know, maybe it's just me, but I'm glad it ended. Anyway, some party scene, Turk cheats on his blonde girlfriend (Older-Looking-Mean-Girl from White Chicks movie.) Blah blah blah. The thing is, it's already like maybe 40-50 minutes into the movie, and there's no climax, there's no indication of what the movie's about at all. It's like they're showing the really unimportant stuff like there's no buildup from the main character and his role in the movie.

Bleh. The plot, if that's what you call it, has no substance. At the end of the day, the movie is just basically about aliens attacking Earth by emitting their mystical-magical-light beam which causes people to be attracted to it. Then, when they get close enough, the aliens grab the humans and rip their brains out, which they then proceed to eat. -.-

I actually can't believe I stayed to finish the whole movie. I just kept hoping that, maybe, the movie will turn around and get decent. Maybe. Nah.

The ending is even more ridiculous. Eventually, the couple, after a heroic effort in fending of the aliens, get taken up into the mother ship with all the other humans. But then, the boyfriend's brain is magically very special, such that it glows a different colour. When an alien eats it or whatever, the alien is magically possessed by the boyfriend or it becomes the boyfriend. Then, it tries to defend his girlfriend from other aliens. -.- THE END.

What. A. Waste. Of. My. Life.

the mother of all splinters

so I was walking along happily one day when my foot rubbed against something that felt like a thorn
bloody hell I looked down and saw a tiny chunk of broken wood, sticking out of the bottom of my foot -.-

jumping into GA mode, I start thinking:
Okay how the hell do I fix it?
What first?
Plaster! 
No. Need to clean it first
Hm. So what?
Swab! Where the heck is the alcohol swab?

Hm. What else?
Maybe a tweezer too. To remove whatever's still stuck inside.


So there I am, clumsily hopping around my kitchen, looking for a simple plaster and a swab.
Both, of which, were mysteriously well hidden in the multitudes of drawers and cabinets -.-

Finally! When I got everything ready, I sat down and prepped for surgery (I'm on holiday so let me have my fun. Leave me alone. And shaddap JSE. I know you're laughing.) 


To cut a not-very-long and not-as-exciting-as-I-hoped-it-to-be story short, I got the crap of wood out easily enough. It was huge, I repeat, HUGE!

Judge for yourself.

I still have nightmares.



:)

To those whom have lost

This post is dedicated to a friend of mine who sadly passed in April of last year. If that's not enough, he passed the day after my birthday; which he attended and helped made the surprise birthday party a huge success. Then, the following night, I got a text from Phoebs, that he had passed. That night, I cried myself to sleep. The next day in Taylor's University, I felt robotic.. I felt like I was watching a movie whereby everything was moving in slow motion. The first thing I did was, I went to Phoeb's apartment at Myplace and we just sort of sat on her bed, dazed and quiet. Afterwards, we went to uni together, and met up with the rest of the usual gang, all whom were from Lodge School, and just sat there while many were crying uncontrollably. I remember clearly how, despite this tragedy, life was still going on as usual. Many students were walking their way to classes, laughing, texting, talking to friends with the usual sleepy-I-just-woke-up faces.

No one seemed to notice that someone who was wonderful, kind, sweet, considerate and funny, had just passed into the void.

I remember vaguely, walking to class late because I didn't want to move at first. But as the group dispersed, I went anyway. I arrived late and I still remember it was Biology class and Mrs. Ong gave me a face for my tardiness. Instead of taking my usual seat, at the back of the class with my friends, I sat at the table closest to the door, wanting to be alone. Li Ji, the person I usually sat next to, even said 'Hey, there's a seat here.' but I just ignored her and turned my back to everyone.

What was being taught that day? I have no idea. I just sat there, thinking, texting my friends, and then crying. Luckily, no one bothered me with stupid questions. The part that made me tear up the most, was when some people at the back were talking about 'the boy who jumped off the condo' or 'the boy who committed suicide' or 'the boy from sarawak'. I was furious when they so carelessly assumed that he had committed suicide because he's not that kinda person. He was too full of life and love to do such a selfish act. So I texted that girl, who heard the rumor, correcting her. I guess that's when everyone found out that he was my friend.

Somewhere in between that class, I excused myself and went out to sit by the stairs. I cried and cried and blasted Hillsongs in my ipod. I felt it was somewhat comforting and I replayed the song 'From Inside Out' by Hillsongs over and over and over and over again. I don't remember exactly the sequence of events of that morning, but I do know I went downstairs to the cafeteria where I met Eric, Jon, Chiah Hui and Phoebs. Everyone had the same solemn expression, we exchanged a few words then departed to our separate classes. 


I still remember I was suppose to go to 'The Web', to do this online survey for Maths. My classmates were kind enough to bring down my things for me. Next, was Physics Lab. I considered just skipping the whole class but I really respected my teacher, Mr. Yong and thought I should, at least, give him an excuse, in person. He was really sweet, he gave me one look and said 'Yeah sure. Go back get some rest. You look really sick.' Curious, I went to the bathroom and realized that the statement 'He was so sick his face turned green' wasn't an exaggeration but literal. The mirror showed a ghost, someone pale and sad, someone I didn't recognize.


I texted Phoebe and she said the rest of them were just going to skip class and head to Asia Cafe where everyone else were sitting. I followed suit. I took a seat next to Brian Eddy. In attendance, Wooi Lee was there, some of Aaron's closest classmates, and the rest of the Lodgian girls. It was strange, everywhere around us, there were loud noises, from the music blaring in the speakers to the food vendors cooking to students eating and laughing. Everyone was just going on about their business, as if, nothing had happened. Our table was so quiet, I kept trying to hold it in but failing whenever I thought about him. Some people were talking about his parents, asking to find out what happened etc.


It was a long day. I can't really remember much that happened after that. 


All I could think about was how we were all so happy and laughing, without a care in the world, just a day ago, on my 18th birthday. No doubt, he gave me the greatest birthday gift I could ask for; his presence. It took me a long time before I could post my condolences on his facebook wall, because I couldn't stop crying whenever I looked at his display picture.


Days after he passed, I was so worried about forgetting him, his voice, his ever-hilarious presence. He literally lit up the room when he entered because he would always be cracking jokes or swearing in cantonese. I alwayws found him hilarious. I was most afraid of forgetting how he sounded, how he spoke, how he joked. Then, I realized, it doesn't matter. All that matters is that he's not forgotten. And I haven't forgotten him. It's been a year 6 months and 24 days, if my math doesn't fail me. And, throughout that time, I have thought of him. 


I think about him whenever someone mentions the name 'Aaron' or when 'Boston' by Augustana and 'From The Inside Out' by Hillsongs is being played or whenever someone jokes about wanting to jump off a building or when someone mentions the name of the condo where he fell. I never laugh at those jokes anymore, instead, I keep quiet and reflect about the great guy I had the pleasure of knowing. In this case, I really hope that he's found a place in Heaven among other great people that I know. 


Take care and God bless Aaron, always.


1st September 1991 - 8th April 2009


I only wrote this post because his best friend wrote a note about him. If you have trouble viewing this fb note since you aren't friends in him, here's another link. Because of his note, it made me want to say something about him as well, from my point of view. 


Life is short, we should embrace the fullness of it. It's not just a saying anymore, not to me at least.

Pizza Hut's greatest concoction yet!

Pizza hut is having this new promotion happening right now, where they are selling a pizza that has 6 different types of cheese on it. Don't ask me the name of the cheeses, I just know it's awesomely awesome when it's melted together.

Oh man. Just thinking about it now, is making me drool a little. Super attractive, right?

Anyway, I didn't even know about it initially because in KL, whenever people think of pizza, they generally go for Domino's. Because it's usually more affordable for college students, with it's 'Buy 1 Get 1 Free' gimmick.  My main reason is because the only pizza outlet in Kuching is Pizza Hut, so why not try something new?

Pizza Junction doesn't really count because... well, I'm not even sure if it's still standing at the moment. Last I heard, it wasn't fairing too well. And the pizzas aren't awesome whatsoever.

Just look at that! Isn't it enough to make you want to pick up the phone and order already?
It's awesomely awesomely good. Especially if it's fresh out of the oven. Surprisingly, it takes about 15-20 minutes just to prepare.

This is what mine looked like. And the smell was heavenly.

I just realized there're a lot of burnt marks on it.. Nevertheless, it was fantasticallyawesome! :)

As a result of this fantasticallyawesome meal, I come to realize that I, now share a burning passion for cheese.

The saltiness from the melted cheese blends perfectly with the sweetness from the pineapple. I ordered the cheesy lava with hawaiian chicken toppings.

A pizza with only the 6 types of cheese by itself, costs RM29.90 whereas by simply adding RM2, you get to add whatever toppings you want like chicken or pepperoni. It's so awesomely worth it!
(My judgement may be clouded but that's only because I've already sampled its greatness. :))

Sorry, domino's who? :)

Stop Child Abuse

The term shouldn't even be placed together in a sentence. It's just wrong.

Whenever I think of the term 'child abuse', I think back to all the sexual child abuse cases I've heard of in the past, like the case of Sharlinie Mohd. I still recall the time I heard her name being repeated over the radio while on the way to school. I also remember her picture being circulated online in news forums and in social networks like Facebook and blogs. I was one of the countless Malaysians that prayed for her safe return to her family. I was also one of the countless Malaysians that were heartbroken when they finally found her.

I can't imagine what that poor girl had to go through but at least, it's over.

The ultimate act I would never want to see again in child abuse is simple, which is that every child is safe from the hands of sexual predators.  It sickens me whenever I read or hear of stories where fathers, uncles, grandfathers or strangers have been molesting or raping their child for months or years. This child - someone who has been entrusted upon them to care for and look after- is forced to go through life with the scars of her traumatic experience. That is, if she even gets to live that long.

Secondly, I would hope that no child is ever physically abused again. There's this article which is based in Klang, in 2007, about a father who kicked his two year old son to death. For whatever the reason, expressing your anger or emotions on your child is NEVER the answer.

How is it possible you get relief from hurting your own flesh and blood? Usually, it's the other way around isn't it? I mean, I'm sure anyone would hunt down whoever that dared to lay a finger on their family. So why is it, this man not only killed his son, but THREW his body in a ditch and threatened his family members if they dared tell anyone about it?

It makes me think that people like this, either have mental issues or had the same traumatic experience growing up.

I strongly believe that when someone is blessed with the gift of caring for another human being, namely a child, they should cherish it fully. There are countless of people who would want to have a child but can't. I've been feeling very maternal for the past year months, and I can't imagine anyone ever wanting to hurt something as precious and pure and innocent, as a child.

This post was inspired by nuffnang and I hope a lot of people get on board with their 'Get On Board' campaign. It's about time people start doing something.

Exams are a pain

I have not left my house for 3 days...
I wake up way pass noon, watch tv, eat, tv, computer, tv, eat, computer, tv, eat, sleep at 4am or so.
I slept at 4 something last night cause I was busy reading Nicholas Spark's Safe Haven online. Got to love the internet.

For some unknown reason, well, maybe it's because I haven't been out in sunlight for a couple of days, but my nose is acting up again. Argh. I am so bleh. I don't do anything besides watching tv or movies or checking facebook. Argh. Wish I could do something more useful with my time. Hmm. Blogging seemed like the best idea, besides, drinking tea. Which I have. Been. Doing. For. Many Days. Now. My mum taught me the art of brewing the perfect cup of tea, the one you get at coffee shops, or even better. Still haven't mastered it completely but I'm getting there.

I've considered going back and reading my notes. To see if my answers in the exam, matched the ones in my notes. Hmm.. I felt kind of unprepared for my third paper. I felt confident on my first paper which was a MCQ and I got an A- if I'm not mistaken. I mean, judging by the number of mistakes I made. The second paper consisted of 24 SAQS and 60 MCQs. That one was alright, I guess. There was one whole page about water and sewage treatment which I, thankfully, had read up on last minute so I could do that. But I completely left out on my genetics and most of my comm med. Which, sadly, came out as well.

I should have really read up on genetics and comm med more detailedly. I absolutely detest genetics because I just don't get anything the notes says. I remember one question was, define recombinant DNA. The subsequent question was 'define recombinant DNA technology'. Haha it's almost funny now to imagine the look at my face or anyone else whom never touched that part of the notes whatsoever. I guess I felt alright about that paper because I could still come up with a lot of bullshit. I think I left two questions blank, basically because I run out of creative yet logical answers. There was another question asking about the services provided by primary healthcare system in Malaysia which completely left me dumbfounded. I made up some nonsense just to fill in the empty spaces and moved on.

Now, the third paper was the one that really killed me. It was the paper that really made me stand back and think, "Wow, gee I could really blow this." What's so special about the third paper is that, instead of sitting down for 2 hours cordially scribbling answers on a desk, we have stations. More specifically, we have 24 stations which contain graphs, pictures, tables, diagrams etc.

My first station was not that great but alright as well. There was a picture of a blastocyst and arrows pointing at the inner and outer layer of it, and at the cavity inside. I had to name them, and I was kicking myself because I drew the small picture a few weeks ago and stuck it in my handy dandy notebook which never parted from me. I remembered vaguely the names and scribbled down what I could.

In 5 minutes, a buzzer ran and everyone had to stand up and move to the subsequent station which was only like one feet away. One of the things to know about me is, I do not work well under pressure. Add a 5 minute timer to the recipe, and I'm bound to burn whatever it is I'm suppose to make. I learnt this a long time ago, like when I was in Form 3 and in some sewing class. For the life of me, I couldn't get the stitches right and my teacher came over and yelled into my face, shouting obscenities (alright they weren't exactly obscenities but she was really angry and scary.. and evil.. and.. mean.. and no one liked her.. yeah..)

Instead of the light bulb switching on or whatever like in the movies, my brain kind of just shut down and my mind was a blank. I stopped working, stopped moving, maybe even stopped breathing for that few seconds that followed. I don't know how some people excel under pressure but I'm most certainly not of the same breed. All things considered, I'm the exact opposite actually.

Where was I? Oh yeah. The third paper was horrible and I came out really sad and a little depressed. After discussing the ordeal with my friends, I realized I made even the simplest of mistakes in the questions that I should have scored. That was as painful as stubbing my toes. For instance, (and I really can't emphasize how stupid this was) there was a picture of several viruses under the microscope and we were suppose to name them. Instead of the obvious answer which was rabies virus, I wrote down the family virus name of rabies which is rhabdovirius. Completely idiotic of me. I didn't bother rechecking cause I've seen that picture a thousand times and rabies is one of those special and distinctive viruses that with one glance at the microscopic picture, you'll know it was rabies.

Yet, the oh so brilliant one got it wrong. Fool. I'm annoyed. TV time. Bleh.

Cheers

P.S. on a totally unrelated topic whatsoever, this made me laugh.

whaat? first year? done? seriously?

Wow, time just flew right by me. A statement proven by my last post which is entitled 'week 4 of med school'. I have no idea what week it is now. I just know that my exams have ended. My-big-arse-important-exam-which-decides-whether-I-stay-in-med-school-or-get-kicked-out exam. Yeah, piece of cake.

Can't believe it's finally over. Now, all that's left is the torturous wait for the results on the 19th. Excellent. So now I'm back home, anxiously awaiting my destiny? Alright, that was a little melodramatic. But I am a wee bit anxious though. I'm pretty sure I'll be posting again on the 18th. Hmm.

Will post more about my first year some other time. Hate wordy posts. Well, to be fair, this isn't very wordy but the tv's calling my name.

Took this during a roadtrip to Ipoh.

Week 4 of med school

Today's lecture was about parasites. I think.

I had to get up waay earlier because I had a CSU session with the nurses.
And also, HY was spending the night so I knew not feeding her breakfast in the morning would be a big no no.

Haha today in CSU, we learnt how to do effective handwashing, how to properly put on and remove gloves and gowns, and how to inject syringes etc. The first half of it was pretty okay, a little dull because we were basically just watching the nurse teach us how to wash our hands the right way. There's like 6 steps lol.

Then we watched her wore gloves and the gown. I know from a third party, it seemed pretty pointless but I'm very sure if anyone was asked to demonstrate all the steps before the CSU session, no one would pass. But the process was made lighter and slightly more jovial with the nurses cracking jokes every now and then.
I liked the injecting part.

Since IMU doesn't have any cadavers, we had to practice injecting air into dummies. On a table was a part of person's buns, and we took turns finding the location at which we were to inject the medication. Thank God, I didn't go first because the girl next to me who did, got pretty roughed up by one of the nurses.
(I have issues with dealing with authority. Exactly like Dr. Arizona from GA :-))

For some reason, I felt super drained after the session. But we had two lectures back to back right after that, so I hurried over with KV. I noticed something odd about the gloves. When you took them off, they left strange white smooth powdery substance on your skin. It smelt pretty weird too. Anyway, I was completely out for the good first half of the lectures. I was just so so so mentally drained. Probably because I've been sleeping pretty late due to my temporary insomnia (self diagnosed, of course.)

Thankfully, I bounced back though but the damage was done. Towards the end of the second lecture, I was totally lost because the lecturer was going so fast over the parasite terms. But I learnt many lectures ago to record all the lectures so I could go back and playback them. So at least, I can write down whatever I missed.

Ah, it's been roughly 2 weeks since I've not had any astro. Oh God.

I've sent a report two times now, going to be three -.- The lady on the phone told me to try again in 3 hours. It's been roughly 2 hours. -.- This is so pathetic.
I should probably start my PBL now. Argh. Anyone know what filariasis is?

CPR 101

Today during my CPR lecture:
Doctor: What do you do if the person who fainted has really big breasts? Like if she was a Westerner.

 [no doubt acknowledging the abundant blessing that God probably forgot to add to Asian women ;P]

 Me: You press harder!

 Doctor: No not really. Anyone else?

Me: Oohh, you push it aside! Like... you clear the way. So you just.. yeah push them aside!

Doctor: Correct! Here you go!

 

This is what I got. So awesome!
I wanted it since I saw the EMT people demonstrate how to use it. So cool. Hee hee.

Actually the EMT lady sitting next to me, told me if I answered his questions correctly, I could get it that's why I answered.
Otherwise, I usually act like part of the wallpaper in lectures. Eric got the other one. (There were two).

His Question:

Doctor: What do you do about the bra of the lady? You can't put the sticky pads of the AED on the bra. So what do you do?

Eric: *high pitch yell* TAKE IT OFF!!!
[no doubt he understood the game now and probably noticed that there was only one mouth mask left on the table ;P]

hahaha apparently, it was correct.



P.S. it's a mask for when you breathe into the mouth of the person who fainted, you won't contract anything like HIV especially if the person is bleeding or has ulcers or whatever.

Hence, it's more hygienic and safer. I gonna carry it wherever I go. :D

Unexpected inspiration

Was watching season 6 of Grey's Anatomy earlier, and it kinda spoke to me.

And it's not just about the sex, love triangles and other plots written just to grab the attention of viewers but.. the fact that a doctor having the power to determine his patient's future, which door his patient enters metaphorically. 

It really struck a chord with me.

In the medical world, there's always only two exits, life and death.

Watching the show just made me see that, every decision a doctor makes, is crucial in the recovery of his patient.

One mistake, and it all goes to hell.

This is probably one of the best tv shows ever, in my opinion.

A little exaggerated and a little dramatic here and there but, yeah.

It makes me laugh, cry, sad, happy all in 40+ minutes.

It makes me want to pursue my studies even harder, just so one day, I can get the chance to hold a patient's life in my hands too.

To be honest, just the idea of it scares me to death.

But, at the same time, it's really exciting.

At least it inspired to do some revision.

 Dr. Meredith Grey: After all this time, all your warnings about me sleeping with my boss and you're doing the same exact thing. 

Dr. Cristina Yang: Oh, it's not the same thing. 
Dr. Meredith Grey: It's the exact same! 
Dr. Cristina Yang: No, it's not. You and McDreamy are in a relationship.
Dr. Meredith Grey: And you and Burke are in? 
Dr. Cristina Yang: Switzerland. It's very neutral there and they make very nice watches.

IZZIE: "I wouldn't have called you, but I can't get hold of a translator. Can you just ask her what's wrong?"
CRISTINA: "No."
IZZIE: "Why not?"
CRISTINA: "I grew up in Beverly Hills. The only Chinese I know is from a Mr. Chow's menu. Besides, I'm Korean."

taking a dump

Haha was sitting in a hair saloon at my mum's friend's place, just minding my own business reading a magazine and listening to the hairstylist talk to her friend/customer, who was sitting in the chair next to me.

It took me a while to realize the topic of their conversation because they were conversing in chinese  as my chinese is a bit rusty.

They were telling each other how often they took a dump.

.........

If that wasn't enough, they were describing it in detail as well.

.........

In. Explicit. Detail.

I was so shocked I'm surprised none of my loose hair flew into my mouth.

No. Joke.

It was so funny I felt the need to share it with the world. Hence, I posted it on fmylife.

Hopefully, it made someone else's day as well.

:)

Girl in the Rain

I find it interesting that despite having 6.8 trillion people on Earth, so many people still feel so alone.

I'm not trying to act emotional but the thought just occurred to me, that's all.

I'm sure everyone feels alone sometimes, they just don't say it out loud.

Great, now I feel alone. I need a dog.

I wish there was a platform where people could just talk and have proper civilized conversations with other people from different parts of the world without the need to feel sexually predated or fear of being discriminated or anything. People could just go there and talk, chat about life, their views on everything and anything.

Go on any social networking website like MRC or some iphone app that allows you to converse with people from other parts of the world, and I guarantee you, their only intention is sex. I've tried. -.- It's so annoying.

Anyway, if anyone knows of a place where people can just chat (NOT ABOUT SEX) to a complete stranger, let me know.

I thought this picture was really cool