Event: Cellphone stolen (pickpocket)
Model: K750i
Venue: Kota Kinabalu Night Market
Time : 9:47pm
Weather : Gloomy
After a day trip at Kota Klias, watching Probosis Monkeys and fireflies, still half awake and drowsy, we decided to dropped by KK's infamous night market to buy some avocardo drink... well, i heard it was infamous for its variety of food, the crowd, but little did i know, it was also famous for the evil pick-pockets/snatch thieves who lurks the dark corner of the market...
The night market was bright, colourful. I snapped a few pictures, i wondered whether he must have spotted me that moment. We dropped by a few fruit stalls. Blended Avocardo, we insisted we wanted that, and persisted until we found a stall which sells them. The last avocardo, not very fresh. So, we decided to buy an avocardo from another stall, and bring it to the blended fruit drink stall for our blended avocardo. I know, we sound almost too persistent.
Could it be the auntie at the fruit stall? The little boy whom i waved to as he brought his little orange juice? The guy who sells cigarettes at the corner, with his evil hawk eyes? The man who brushed past? The lovely ladies at the fruit drink stalls? The many people whom passed us by? I really cannot tell...
and i wondered,
Should i have been more careful, perhaps things like this can be avoided... if i didn't want avocardo juice, if i would have just go home like a contented little kid, if i wasn't so distracted by the night market scene, if i wasn't watching the little boy at the orange juice stall, if i hadn't wander off to the corner of the market, if i hadn't put my phone in my pocket, if only the phone wasn't in a black velvet pouch with a string, it just made it too easy for him.... tempting in fact... too many ifsss....
i concluded that: When we go out to crowded places, EVERYONE is a pick-pocket until proven otherwise...
when i am less careful, it's my fault? am i to blame? or simply my bad luck?
then i wondered, why do people steal? Why do people take things that doesn't belong to them?
Perhaps, they were very poor people who had many mouths to feed, struggling to make ends met. NO. NO, this does not gives you the right to steal. Stealing, is unforgivable.
Would you steal if you had the chance? Would you take something which if not yours? What if you know that you would not get caught and would be punished? Is it the laws and regulations that hold you back? or simply the principal that thou shall not steal?
Tell a lie, that's stealing a person's right to the truth.
Kill a person, that's stealing a person's life, stealing a husband from a wife, stealing a father from his children.
Rape a women, that's stealing her rights, her dignity.
Stealing is indeed one of the worst sins on Earth.
Anyway, back to my story. Well, i can think positive, like i'm glad noone got hurt and my new camera wasn't stolen. Yet, losing this phone who had been with me through thick and thin, it's still depressing. i've got like 5 or more congratulations wishes, that i can have an excuse to get a new phone... but not now, not when i'm totally broke,... and my laptop dead... and i'm currently unemployed... life sucks, sometimes....
dear God, WHY ME?
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Thursday, April 16, 2009
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
A bimbotic moment
I was wondering whether I am still ‘allowed’ to blog about bimbo-tic stuffs. You know, like when North Korea is busy launching its rocket, Thaksin leading another protest, the huge hoo-haa about Earth Hour, And all I care ( or worry) about was my hair, or scratching my nail polish. Yeah, having a blonde moment and all.
But I guess, it’s okay. If not now, when else? If not here, where else? When I start working, I would have to put a professional upfront and remain all composed and mature.(and somewhat boring?) So ya, today I decided to resume blogging, however bimbotic I may sound… at least for a while before I start work… if that’s okay… whatever...
So ya, I was saying. The bimbotic part of me is currently worrying over her hair. Guess what? On the day before the Dean announced our pass-fail list, which was supposingly the superBIG-est moment of my life; you know, it’s like when you are proposing to someone and waiting for the ‘YES, I DO!’ part,... so ya, on the day before that life-changing-event, I did something stupid. I added 10 years to my age.
Okay, if you were wondering how it was possible, well, I went to the nearest hair-dresser, and trusted the hair-stylist.
A day before that the waiter at Tony Roma was demanding for my identification card when TYP ordered some beer (what, am i 18 or something?) and post-event, Cheryl's friend, Dan-Dan guessed that i was 28. So, isn't that 10 years?
Anyway, I went to T & T @ Bandar Permaisuri. I wanted to curl and dye my hair (finally, since the exams were over and all). So, I was introduced to Siang, the hairstylist. And oh boy, did he had opinions, lots of opinions.
‘I want my hair curled, like this (pointing to a mag), big curls especially at the end’ I said in Cantonese.
‘Why curl? Wave is more popular now’, he replied, showing me a few pictures from another mag.
‘but I want curl. I wanted my hair curled since a long time ago’ I said. *blink* *blink*
‘like you said, a long time ago. Now not nice anymore. Your hair is too little for big curls. It would look like the end of a horse’ he insisted.
(pony tail???) ‘Please, please curl my hair’ I begged.
‘Curls are very hard to maintain. I used to live in Japan, and the girls there wake up 2 hours earlier to do their hair. If you can promise me you'll do that, then I’ll curl your hair for you’ he said, and continued sharing his experience in Japan.
*this hairstylist demanding juga*
‘Hmm… should I just do rebonding instead???’ –ALAMAK! that was me giving up in the argument, and the indecisive Libran overpowering me.
‘Huh?' *scratch head*' What’s the point? Your hair is straight already!!’ he said. - I think he almost pengsan.
‘Coz you said curl not nice ma...’ I continued challenging him. -.-||| *sweat*
So, he took nearly 15minutes to persuade me to have my hair ‘wavy’ instead of ‘curly’. Never have I seen a hairstylist who is THIS PERSISTENT. So, in the end, I settled for one of his suggestion, something in between. He said that he’ll give me something which I could style into curls, or change them into waves. And it’ll last longer too. Being shinyin, I thought he was a genius. So, he curled/waved my hair. I asked why he did not use digital perm, but did the normal perm instead. 'Digital perm too fake', he answered. I was wondering wasn’t digital perm supposed to be better? With less chemical used and all? I could not be sure.
‘Can I cut your hair?’ he asked politely.
‘No’- my instant reflex answered.
I thought I sounded a little rude, so I tried to explained, ‘I used to have my hair up till my waist line, and I just had it cut last week to shoulder length. I wanted only 2 inches shorter but the hairstylist (who was really good at Maths) did it 5 inches shorter. So, I really don’t want it any shorter’.
‘Oh I see’ he nodded understandingly. ‘but if cut some, easier to curl’ he added ‘ just an inch, this much’ he bargained.
‘do I really have to do this?’ I asked.
‘Just a little’ he added. ‘Okay then’ I said.
i don't think this was anywhere near one inch though....
I realized that :
1. Hairstylists have really bad Maths and judgement
2. Hairstylists have a different scale on their imaginary ruler
3. Hairstylists are ‘cutaholics’. They are addicted to cutting hair. And they just have to cut.
*sigh*...
Then, he started curling/waving...
*the curlers*
*the curlers looked very funny on me* 
*so serious~
*adding some chemicals* 
*then, use this heating machine~
damn HOT wehhh...
i dare not move an inch as i was scared it might burn my face*
This suffering part took a while, a long while...
Thank God, Cheryl was there to teman me...
and helped me with some decision making..
this was me, waiting not very patiently... 
*so sleepy* zzzZZZZzzzzzz....
After like about 2 hours or so, wa-la!
When he was washing off the chemicals off my hair, I commented, ‘not many people to day, huh?’ He replied, ‘I don’t know. Today is my second day at work’.
I couldn’t believe that I rest the fate of my beloved hair on the hands of a newbie, a two-day newbie!! I guess it must have shown in my eyes, the fear.
He tried to reassure me ‘I used to work in another salon, a bigger one. The salon had more customers.’ ‘Why did you changed jobs?’ me being a busybody. ‘The boss was crazy, make me count stocks and work till 2am without being paid for overtime. Then scold me for being late the next morning,’ he said. ‘I didn’t like it’ he added.
That did not offer much comfort. Great! How could I have trust a newbie hairstylist aka previously storekeeper? I was already expecting the worse. Fine, I could always do rebonding if I don’t like it, right? It’s not like un-save-able or anything.
Then the next part, dyeing. (more like dying)
‘How do you like your hair dyed?’ He asked.
‘Do you have a colour chart?’ I answered with a question, being very careful this time. No one mess up dye colours, right? Just choose the colour, apply and smile.
‘No’ he answered.
‘No colour chart? I thought I was supposed to choose the color’ I said.
‘I don’t use colour chart. I mix the 3 colours together. It makes the hair looks more natural’ he replied.
From the mirror reflection, I could see that he was already mixing the colours.
‘Okay then. Just give me something copper-red. NOT TOO BLONDE. I don’t want to look bimbotic and all’ I said. But I guess, he already had the colour mixed and was already applying them on my hair.
Fine. Do whatever you want to my hair, I thought.
Was God playing a trick on me? I wondered.
Finally, he was done. He had Michelle to help him with the dye. After that, Michelle helped me washed off the dye. I wondered whether she sensed my worries and doubtfulness towards this newbie. She gave me a nice massage while washing off the dye solution away from my hair. It was perhaps, one of the best massage I had ever had, not that I have many to compare though. I felt a little better after that. She gave me a simple hair treatment after that.
Finally, having my hair wrapped in towel, I when back to my seat. He toweled dry my hair. ‘Why the curls doesn’t look curly?’ I asked. At this point, I might have been rather annoying I guess, hehe. ‘Coz it’s still wet,’ he still had the energy to entertain me. ‘It'll be beautiful after I blow dry it’ he added confidently. He reached out for the hair blower and did his magic. I closed my eyes a while and tried to relax myself. The warm air brush against my face, soothing and reassuring.
The blower stopped. I opened my eyes. And guess what?
I saw Prof Adeeb staring back at me.
I started fiddling with my hair. He started to panic, and tried to save my hair. He applied a generous amount of gel on my hair, a very generous amount. He tried shaping it to perhaps what he had visualized in his mind. Making it less fluffy. After a while, he looked rather satisfied with his creation. I wondered whether he was faking the confidence and satisfaction to reassure me, to calm me.
He taught me various techniques on how to maintain my curls, how to make them wavy, how to style them. However, I was too ‘in-shock’ to absorb anything. ‘You can always come back few days later, if you are not sure how to style them. I can show you again’ he said as he passed his name card to me. He being nice made me feel a little guilty. Now, thinking back, I guess I was over-reacting, and perhaps being a little cruel to the poor guy.
Surprisingly, my new hair style gave me various feedbacks, from the two extreme ends.
To quote a few…
My first feadback reaction was from Ki Tiong : ‘OH MY GOD! WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOUR HAIR?’ *pause* *shinyin looked sad, regret a little* ‘pu yong jing, kan qi lai bi jiau cheng shou’ (nevermind, look more mature) she said, patting my shoulders.
I told Cheryl this and she said : Curls memang more mature one. (generalization) Last time, I did my curl also like that.
Su Yin: WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR HAIR???? *eyes open widely* Is it permanent?? Luckily it’s not permanent… curls doesn’t suit you…
(walau, now, I feel really bad. So I went back to my room, and try ‘fixing them’ – helpless) I feel like crying liao.. I can’t believe I paid people to destroy my hair.
After that, I get better ones. May Luu said : Where got like Prof Adeeb? You think Prof Adeeb’s hair easy to style? That a-mah hairstayle damn classic weh.You should have curled your hair way earlier. Don’t look so boring.
Shu Juen : I like it
Susan and nat liked it too. *thumbs up* glad that shinLoo and Audrey liked it too!
So, I felt better, a little.
Well, the funniest comment I heard was from Mr Ooi : What happened to her? Why suddenly do so drastic thing?
But I guess, it’s okay. If not now, when else? If not here, where else? When I start working, I would have to put a professional upfront and remain all composed and mature.
So ya, I was saying. The bimbotic part of me is currently worrying over her hair. Guess what? On the day before the Dean announced our pass-fail list, which was supposingly the superBIG-est moment of my life; you know, it’s like when you are proposing to someone and waiting for the ‘YES, I DO!’ part,... so ya, on the day before that life-changing-event, I did something stupid. I added 10 years to my age.
Okay, if you were wondering how it was possible, well, I went to the nearest hair-dresser, and trusted the hair-stylist.
A day before that the waiter at Tony Roma was demanding for my identification card when TYP ordered some beer (what, am i 18 or something?) and post-event, Cheryl's friend, Dan-Dan guessed that i was 28. So, isn't that 10 years?
Anyway, I went to T & T @ Bandar Permaisuri. I wanted to curl and dye my hair (finally, since the exams were over and all). So, I was introduced to Siang, the hairstylist. And oh boy, did he had opinions, lots of opinions.
‘I want my hair curled, like this (pointing to a mag), big curls especially at the end’ I said in Cantonese.
‘Why curl? Wave is more popular now’, he replied, showing me a few pictures from another mag.
‘but I want curl. I wanted my hair curled since a long time ago’ I said. *blink* *blink*
‘like you said, a long time ago. Now not nice anymore. Your hair is too little for big curls. It would look like the end of a horse’ he insisted.
(pony tail???) ‘Please, please curl my hair’ I begged.
‘Curls are very hard to maintain. I used to live in Japan, and the girls there wake up 2 hours earlier to do their hair. If you can promise me you'll do that, then I’ll curl your hair for you’ he said, and continued sharing his experience in Japan.
*this hairstylist demanding juga*
‘Hmm… should I just do rebonding instead???’ –ALAMAK! that was me giving up in the argument, and the indecisive Libran overpowering me.
‘Huh?' *scratch head*' What’s the point? Your hair is straight already!!’ he said. - I think he almost pengsan.
‘Coz you said curl not nice ma...’ I continued challenging him. -.-||| *sweat*
So, he took nearly 15minutes to persuade me to have my hair ‘wavy’ instead of ‘curly’. Never have I seen a hairstylist who is THIS PERSISTENT. So, in the end, I settled for one of his suggestion, something in between. He said that he’ll give me something which I could style into curls, or change them into waves. And it’ll last longer too. Being shinyin, I thought he was a genius. So, he curled/waved my hair. I asked why he did not use digital perm, but did the normal perm instead. 'Digital perm too fake', he answered. I was wondering wasn’t digital perm supposed to be better? With less chemical used and all? I could not be sure.
‘Can I cut your hair?’ he asked politely.
‘No’- my instant reflex answered.
I thought I sounded a little rude, so I tried to explained, ‘I used to have my hair up till my waist line, and I just had it cut last week to shoulder length. I wanted only 2 inches shorter but the hairstylist (who was really good at Maths) did it 5 inches shorter. So, I really don’t want it any shorter’.
‘Oh I see’ he nodded understandingly. ‘but if cut some, easier to curl’ he added ‘ just an inch, this much’ he bargained.
‘do I really have to do this?’ I asked.
‘Just a little’ he added. ‘Okay then’ I said.
After 10 minutes, I saw this on the floor.
i don't think this was anywhere near one inch though.... I realized that :
1. Hairstylists have really bad Maths and judgement
2. Hairstylists have a different scale on their imaginary ruler
3. Hairstylists are ‘cutaholics’. They are addicted to cutting hair. And they just have to cut.
*sigh*...
Then, he started curling/waving...
*the curlers* 
*the curlers looked very funny on me* 
*so serious~ 
*adding some chemicals* 
*then, use this heating machine~ damn HOT wehhh...
i dare not move an inch as i was scared it might burn my face*
This suffering part took a while, a long while...
Thank God, Cheryl was there to teman me... and helped me with some decision making..
this was me, waiting not very patiently... 
*so sleepy* zzzZZZZzzzzzz.... When he was washing off the chemicals off my hair, I commented, ‘not many people to day, huh?’ He replied, ‘I don’t know. Today is my second day at work’.
‘Today is my SECOND day at work’
‘Today is my SECOND day at work’
‘Today is my SECOND day at work’
That echoed a while in my mind.
WHAT THE ****!!!
*glass breaking background sound*
My heart was shattered.
WHAT THE ****!!!
*glass breaking background sound*
My heart was shattered.
I couldn’t believe that I rest the fate of my beloved hair on the hands of a newbie, a two-day newbie!! I guess it must have shown in my eyes, the fear.
He tried to reassure me ‘I used to work in another salon, a bigger one. The salon had more customers.’ ‘Why did you changed jobs?’ me being a busybody. ‘The boss was crazy, make me count stocks and work till 2am without being paid for overtime. Then scold me for being late the next morning,’ he said. ‘I didn’t like it’ he added.
That did not offer much comfort. Great! How could I have trust a newbie hairstylist aka previously storekeeper? I was already expecting the worse. Fine, I could always do rebonding if I don’t like it, right? It’s not like un-save-able or anything.
Then the next part, dyeing. (more like dying)
‘How do you like your hair dyed?’ He asked.
‘Do you have a colour chart?’ I answered with a question, being very careful this time. No one mess up dye colours, right? Just choose the colour, apply and smile.
‘No’ he answered.
‘No colour chart? I thought I was supposed to choose the color’ I said.
‘I don’t use colour chart. I mix the 3 colours together. It makes the hair looks more natural’ he replied.
From the mirror reflection, I could see that he was already mixing the colours.
‘Okay then. Just give me something copper-red. NOT TOO BLONDE. I don’t want to look bimbotic and all’ I said. But I guess, he already had the colour mixed and was already applying them on my hair.
Fine. Do whatever you want to my hair, I thought.
Was God playing a trick on me? I wondered.
Finally, he was done. He had Michelle to help him with the dye. After that, Michelle helped me washed off the dye. I wondered whether she sensed my worries and doubtfulness towards this newbie. She gave me a nice massage while washing off the dye solution away from my hair. It was perhaps, one of the best massage I had ever had, not that I have many to compare though. I felt a little better after that. She gave me a simple hair treatment after that.
Finally, having my hair wrapped in towel, I when back to my seat. He toweled dry my hair. ‘Why the curls doesn’t look curly?’ I asked. At this point, I might have been rather annoying I guess, hehe. ‘Coz it’s still wet,’ he still had the energy to entertain me. ‘It'll be beautiful after I blow dry it’ he added confidently. He reached out for the hair blower and did his magic. I closed my eyes a while and tried to relax myself. The warm air brush against my face, soothing and reassuring.
The blower stopped. I opened my eyes. And guess what?
I saw Prof Adeeb staring back at me.
OH MY GOD!!!
My jaw dropped.
I almost shouted. Almost.
I was so in shocked that no voice came out.
I guess he was rather in shock too, as he observed my reaction.
I was so in shocked that no voice came out.
I guess he was rather in shock too, as he observed my reaction.
I started fiddling with my hair. He started to panic, and tried to save my hair. He applied a generous amount of gel on my hair, a very generous amount. He tried shaping it to perhaps what he had visualized in his mind. Making it less fluffy. After a while, he looked rather satisfied with his creation. I wondered whether he was faking the confidence and satisfaction to reassure me, to calm me.
He taught me various techniques on how to maintain my curls, how to make them wavy, how to style them. However, I was too ‘in-shock’ to absorb anything. ‘You can always come back few days later, if you are not sure how to style them. I can show you again’ he said as he passed his name card to me. He being nice made me feel a little guilty. Now, thinking back, I guess I was over-reacting, and perhaps being a little cruel to the poor guy.
Surprisingly, my new hair style gave me various feedbacks, from the two extreme ends.
To quote a few…
My first feadback reaction was from Ki Tiong : ‘OH MY GOD! WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOUR HAIR?’ *pause* *shinyin looked sad, regret a little* ‘pu yong jing, kan qi lai bi jiau cheng shou’ (nevermind, look more mature) she said, patting my shoulders.
I told Cheryl this and she said : Curls memang more mature one. (generalization) Last time, I did my curl also like that.
Su Yin: WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR HAIR???? *eyes open widely* Is it permanent?? Luckily it’s not permanent… curls doesn’t suit you…
(walau, now, I feel really bad. So I went back to my room, and try ‘fixing them’ – helpless) I feel like crying liao.. I can’t believe I paid people to destroy my hair.
After that, I get better ones. May Luu said : Where got like Prof Adeeb? You think Prof Adeeb’s hair easy to style? That a-mah hairstayle damn classic weh.You should have curled your hair way earlier. Don’t look so boring.
Shu Juen : I like it
Susan and nat liked it too. *thumbs up* glad that shinLoo and Audrey liked it too!
So, I felt better, a little.
Well, the funniest comment I heard was from Mr Ooi : What happened to her? Why suddenly do so drastic thing?
I didn't take any picture until the next day, when i was less traumatized...
Behold, Prof Adeeb Jr..
Sunday, February 15, 2009
i carry your heart, i carry it in my heart....
It took me a while whether to change my header,
and i did, several times...
My Valentine's probably started like this....
and i did, several times...
My Valentine's probably started like this....
with a Forensic Exam...
cramming all the facts in my head...
Hangging, Strangulation, Drowning, Burns, Lightning, Road Traffic Accidents, Gun-shoot wounds, sudden deaths,
Signs of death, post-mortem changes, types of wounds,
hypostasis, contact whitening, time of death,
rigor mortis, cadaveric spasm, color changes, Casper's Dictum,
Adipocere, Mummification, Maceration,
Cause, Manner, Mode,
Natural, Homicide, Suicide, Accidental...
child abuse, abortion, sexual crime, surgical procedure associated,
medico-legal aspects,
etc, etc, etc...
don't get me wrong,
Forensic is very interesting...
but i just hate exams,
that's all...
and i was sick,
so very sick...
AEBA secondary to URTI,
with a terrible flu,
a painful throat...
stress-induced?
yup, i was falling sick, with forennnsicccc...
and of all day,
today...
i can't decide which is worse,
not having a person to share valentine's,
or having a person, but not having to share it with him/her...
or sharing it with someone you don't really liked...
breaking up on Valentine's?
or losing your loved ones to God on Valentines..
i did wonder for a moment,
whether Valentine's was Satan's evil idea,
and therefore Singles Awareness Day
and Black Day
were created.....
Anyway, my day improved,
i went shopping later in the evening..
i think i overcame the anti-valentine's feelings..
haha!
but i also i think i overspent...
well, i didn't think so when i was spending though..
haha...
anyway, back to my header...
i thought this was nice...
Adipocere, Mummification, Maceration,
Cause, Manner, Mode,
Natural, Homicide, Suicide, Accidental...
child abuse, abortion, sexual crime, surgical procedure associated,
medico-legal aspects,
etc, etc, etc...
don't get me wrong,
Forensic is very interesting...
but i just hate exams,
that's all...
and i was sick,
so very sick...
AEBA secondary to URTI,
with a terrible flu,
a painful throat...
stress-induced?
yup, i was falling sick, with forennnsicccc...
and of all day,
today...
i can't decide which is worse,
not having a person to share valentine's,
or having a person, but not having to share it with him/her...
or sharing it with someone you don't really liked...
breaking up on Valentine's?
or losing your loved ones to God on Valentines..
i did wonder for a moment,
whether Valentine's was Satan's evil idea,
and therefore Singles Awareness Day
and Black Day
were created.....
Anyway, my day improved,
i went shopping later in the evening..
i think i overcame the anti-valentine's feelings..
haha!
but i also i think i overspent...
well, i didn't think so when i was spending though..
haha...
anyway, back to my header...
i thought this was nice...
but hey,
whether single or attached,
whether together or apart,
whether if he's across the ocean,
Valentine's is a time for Love...
please don't hate Valentines..
so here's a poem,
by E E Cummings:
(so i had this in my mind, and designed a new header...)
i carry your heart with me
(i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it
(anywhere i go you go, my dear;
and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear no fate
(for you are my fate, my sweet)
i want no world
(for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
(i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it
(anywhere i go you go, my dear;
and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear no fate
(for you are my fate, my sweet)
i want no world
(for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
wish me luck! =)
i have no worries for tomorrow exams liao
because
i saw this on my door...
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because
i saw this on my door...
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TA-DA!!
this super ugly one, cheryl drew for May Luu (MojuJING)
HAHAHA!!!
tomorrow we all sure got GoodLuck lah!!!
for full story, read here
*back to study*
**p/s: pineapple in Cantonese (Chinese) means 'luck come' or ONG LAI....
meaning there will be lots of GoodLuck..
one of the reasons why Chinese New Year MUST-HAVE pineapple..
other lucky things are Mandarin Oranges (KAM)
and ang pow **
tomorrow we all sure got GoodLuck lah!!!
for full story, read here
*back to study*
**p/s: pineapple in Cantonese (Chinese) means 'luck come' or ONG LAI....
meaning there will be lots of GoodLuck..
one of the reasons why Chinese New Year MUST-HAVE pineapple..
other lucky things are Mandarin Oranges (KAM)
and ang pow **
What type of writer should you be?
What type of writer should you be?
I was just dropping by shinLoo's blog.
The result is very cute.... maybe one day i should try writing something different~ hmm...
Try the test for yourself here.
I was just dropping by shinLoo's blog.
The result is very cute.... maybe one day i should try writing something different~ hmm...
Try the test for yourself here.
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Tuesday, January 13, 2009
crushes crushes people
Referring to the previous post on Crushes, a friend of mine said that, to get people to talk about things, I should get the ball rolling first… oh well…
I find telling stories from the past can be quite embarrassing, but you know, when things happened some very long, long time ago, thinking back, you could only laugh yourself silly.
So, today, I shall share my story.
YES, Tai Im Sing, I am writing about my crush, and you owe me dinner, haha!
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I think I had my first crush when I was in standard three. Actually, I cannot be sure. I mean, what does a 9 year-old knows about crushes and all? A 9-year-old can get so confused with emotions and all…
Anyway, back then, when I was a 9-year-old kid, I was very much different from now, I guess. I was not tall, and not the least pretty or smart. I wore huge thick rimmed spectacles since year one. (Thanks to my dad who somehow believed that the bigger the frames, the more you can see, sigh..) I had huge incisor teeth, the kind that overlapped each other, creating an inverted ‘V’ shape or a dentition on my front upper row teeth, somehow slightly disfiguring. Mummy used to call them ‘cute rabbit teeth’, while I, well, I had my reasons not to smile.
I had straight hair, short, with some fringe, common haircut, not enough to fish a compliment. I was not even friendly or talkative. Shy may not be the sufficient vocabulary either. Teachers never remember me.
When relatives visits us, it was often ‘ Nei geh tai lui hou guai, Ling Ling hou leng, chii jap pun mui’. (In cantonese, your eldest daughter very obedient, second daughter very pretty, like a Japanese doll) Ling Ling is my sister, and she was always the pretty one. And I was supposing, the obedient one. Did I say that with a tinge of jealousy?? Haha! I need to clarify that I love my sister very much, and we have a very close bond. We still do immature things together, most which are too embarrassing to blog about.
Anyway, back to the story.
So, that was the 9-year-old me.
Let’s just say, I was the little girl in class that no one notices.
However, there was this boy who noticed. He sat next to me at class. I do not know why I still remember him. Perhaps, it was because he was very nice.
His name was Kevin. Kevin Wong.
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I remember the paper frogs he taught me to fold. And I still remembered how to fold them. We would have competitions on whose frogs could jump the highest, the furthest. He made the frogs do impressive somersaults, while we laughed at those who could not land at their feet.
Here's how the paper frog looked like.
I folded another one, as it looked very alone.
Anyway, those days, he would race me at homework, I remember Maths in particular. Somehow, he always wins and he would rush me into finishing mine, sometimes even letting me copy answers. I could not remember whether I did so. I often looked forward to finishing my homework fast; just to catch up with him, so that we would have time for play.
When I was unhappy or bored, he would cheer me up, telling me stories. I think he must have been very good with origami; he would fold objects with his magic hands, build buildings from stationeries, making his stories very much exciting. I remembered, once, during the middle of exams, he made this HUGE froggie from a white artblock! Funny, I remember none of those stories now.
I remembered he played the Electone (an electric piano with 2 layers of keys plus 1 layer of foot pedals). We shared the same fate as we were forced by our parents to practiced 1 to 2 hours per day. He was very smart for a 9 year old, I guess, as he would play a few songs, record them in the electone, and replay the songs repeatedly over the next whole hour. His Philippino maid, busy cooking in the kitchen, never discovered it. I secretly envied him for that, and wished my piano was electrical too! I remembered we would sit for hours at our desk, together playing the imaginary piano during breaks, making up some imaginary song. I never really heard him play before though.
After school, we would play at the school field, near the back school gate, while waiting to go home. We would catch ladybirds and let them go. I remembered the red round creatures with pretty black spots. We would play catch and raced each other to the end of the field.
About half a year later, or so, my parents decided to shift to Seremban. So, I had to change schools.
And I, I never see him again.
So, that was the story of my first crush, that is, if you consider that as one.
There was no palpitations, ears-turning-red, or i-can’t-live-without-you kind of feeling though. Perhaps, it was more of losing a childhood friend rather than a crush. I think I did missed him every once in a while, back then. I must have had. Maybe, that was why, part of me resented to start all over in a new primary school.
Silly me, right?
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Anyway, I cannot decide whether I like crushes or not.
I think sometimes, maybe sometimes, crushes crushes people.
At first, it feels good, nice.
Then, comes the palpitations and the I-want-to-see-you feeling and all.
Sometimes, you get fantasy and all, to some extent, even obsessions. And you had to inhibit your own mind like : Gosh, can I just stop thinking about him! Stop appearing in my dreams, please! -And it just drives you crazy. The last time I saw my last crush, I had an asthmatic attack. Not so good (or safe), huh?
So, over the years, there was the head prefect, the school house captain, the senior, the group moderator, the other group moderator, and a few others…
but I guess the longest crush I had,
the longest crush I had,
it had to be him.
Let me see, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5….. 12 years!
OH MY GOD! I had a crush on you for 12 years!!
Well, I actually had a picture of him.
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p/s: There is a poll about crushes on the right hand column of this page. Do feel free to participate.
I find telling stories from the past can be quite embarrassing, but you know, when things happened some very long, long time ago, thinking back, you could only laugh yourself silly.
So, today, I shall share my story.
YES, Tai Im Sing, I am writing about my crush, and you owe me dinner, haha!
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I think I had my first crush when I was in standard three. Actually, I cannot be sure. I mean, what does a 9 year-old knows about crushes and all? A 9-year-old can get so confused with emotions and all…
Anyway, back then, when I was a 9-year-old kid, I was very much different from now, I guess. I was not tall, and not the least pretty or smart. I wore huge thick rimmed spectacles since year one. (Thanks to my dad who somehow believed that the bigger the frames, the more you can see, sigh..) I had huge incisor teeth, the kind that overlapped each other, creating an inverted ‘V’ shape or a dentition on my front upper row teeth, somehow slightly disfiguring. Mummy used to call them ‘cute rabbit teeth’, while I, well, I had my reasons not to smile.
I had straight hair, short, with some fringe, common haircut, not enough to fish a compliment. I was not even friendly or talkative. Shy may not be the sufficient vocabulary either. Teachers never remember me.
When relatives visits us, it was often ‘ Nei geh tai lui hou guai, Ling Ling hou leng, chii jap pun mui’. (In cantonese, your eldest daughter very obedient, second daughter very pretty, like a Japanese doll) Ling Ling is my sister, and she was always the pretty one. And I was supposing, the obedient one. Did I say that with a tinge of jealousy?? Haha! I need to clarify that I love my sister very much, and we have a very close bond. We still do immature things together, most which are too embarrassing to blog about.
Anyway, back to the story.
So, that was the 9-year-old me.
Let’s just say, I was the little girl in class that no one notices.
However, there was this boy who noticed. He sat next to me at class. I do not know why I still remember him. Perhaps, it was because he was very nice.
His name was Kevin. Kevin Wong.
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I remember the paper frogs he taught me to fold. And I still remembered how to fold them. We would have competitions on whose frogs could jump the highest, the furthest. He made the frogs do impressive somersaults, while we laughed at those who could not land at their feet.
Here's how the paper frog looked like.
I folded another one, as it looked very alone.Anyway, those days, he would race me at homework, I remember Maths in particular. Somehow, he always wins and he would rush me into finishing mine, sometimes even letting me copy answers. I could not remember whether I did so. I often looked forward to finishing my homework fast; just to catch up with him, so that we would have time for play.
When I was unhappy or bored, he would cheer me up, telling me stories. I think he must have been very good with origami; he would fold objects with his magic hands, build buildings from stationeries, making his stories very much exciting. I remembered, once, during the middle of exams, he made this HUGE froggie from a white artblock! Funny, I remember none of those stories now.
I remembered he played the Electone (an electric piano with 2 layers of keys plus 1 layer of foot pedals). We shared the same fate as we were forced by our parents to practiced 1 to 2 hours per day. He was very smart for a 9 year old, I guess, as he would play a few songs, record them in the electone, and replay the songs repeatedly over the next whole hour. His Philippino maid, busy cooking in the kitchen, never discovered it. I secretly envied him for that, and wished my piano was electrical too! I remembered we would sit for hours at our desk, together playing the imaginary piano during breaks, making up some imaginary song. I never really heard him play before though.
After school, we would play at the school field, near the back school gate, while waiting to go home. We would catch ladybirds and let them go. I remembered the red round creatures with pretty black spots. We would play catch and raced each other to the end of the field.
About half a year later, or so, my parents decided to shift to Seremban. So, I had to change schools.
And I, I never see him again.
So, that was the story of my first crush, that is, if you consider that as one.
There was no palpitations, ears-turning-red, or i-can’t-live-without-you kind of feeling though. Perhaps, it was more of losing a childhood friend rather than a crush. I think I did missed him every once in a while, back then. I must have had. Maybe, that was why, part of me resented to start all over in a new primary school.
Silly me, right?
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Anyway, I cannot decide whether I like crushes or not.
I think sometimes, maybe sometimes, crushes crushes people.
At first, it feels good, nice.
Then, comes the palpitations and the I-want-to-see-you feeling and all.
Sometimes, you get fantasy and all, to some extent, even obsessions. And you had to inhibit your own mind like : Gosh, can I just stop thinking about him! Stop appearing in my dreams, please! -And it just drives you crazy. The last time I saw my last crush, I had an asthmatic attack. Not so good (or safe), huh?
So, over the years, there was the head prefect, the school house captain, the senior, the group moderator, the other group moderator, and a few others…
but I guess the longest crush I had,
the longest crush I had,
it had to be him.
Let me see, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5….. 12 years!
OH MY GOD! I had a crush on you for 12 years!!
Well, I actually had a picture of him.
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TA-DA!
how can anyone not have a crush on him?
how can anyone not have a crush on him?
I think I still do, haha!
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p/s: There is a poll about crushes on the right hand column of this page. Do feel free to participate.
Friday, January 2, 2009
Is 2009 a happy new year after all?
While there were numerous new year raids, sex & drug rave parties, carried away revellers , murder cases,more murder cases, MVA(motor vehicle accidents) , job losses, immigrant problems, and even the terrible club fire in Bangkok killing 59 injuring 200 others,.. i was wondering why is everyone still so happy this new year... what a way to start the new year....
well, i spent my new year's eve this year, overdosing on mefenamic acid (ponstan) and piriton, sleeping through the noisy countdown, with a terrible toothache and a horrible headache... and i rejected alcohol despite my friend's theory of how it can relieve pain as it shares the same end receptors as the nociceptors, despite how convincing they advocate it... or perhaps, i was just too sleepy....
While everyone like to recap over how they had spent their 2008, i have nothing much to recap, and would rather put everything in a box, seal it and push it to somewhere at the back of my mind, where i may not have to visit it again...
and guess what? i'm turning over a new leaf this year!
For the past few days, my work-vs-fun scale had been tipping a little too much to the fun side.. sleeping late almost everynight, not for work, but for fun. Yes, shinyin has this uncontrollable impulse for fun. But with professional exams around the corner, i guess, it's about time to be more serious, and well, hardworking... welcome to the boring side of shinyin...
So, here's my list of New Year's 2009 Resolutions:
1. Pass Professional Examinations with flying colors and Graduate as a Doctor
2. Be a good Doctor, be nice to patients
3. Go home often, spend more time with family
4. Keep in touch with friends
5. Live a healthy lifestyle - Healthy diet, regular exercise, weight reduction, etc
6. Be more organized
7. Adopt punctuality!
8. Do NOT procrastinate
9. Gain confidence
10. Start saving
11. Learn to have patience
12. Learn to be optimistic
13. Learn to love
14. Learn not to judge people (esp based on their appearance)
15. Learn to be independent
16. Good compliance to meds
17. Be less lazy
18. Be more passionate, enthusiastic and determined in medicine
18. Travel the world after professional exams
19. Be happy ! =)
20. (to add if any)
As part of preparing for professional exams, i have several resolutions as well, which i shall try my very best to practice until professional exams:
1. Control internet addiction
2. Abstinence from coffee
3. Abstinence from alcohol
4. Daily study & revision
5. Complete case study reports early
6. Do NOT procrastinate
7. Practice long & short cases
8. Do NOT marathon movies overnight
9. Do NOT get addicted to computer games or the likes (restrain fr mousehunt! and fb applications)
10. Start study group
lastly, i hope 2009 will be filled with many pleasant surprises to come~~
well, i spent my new year's eve this year, overdosing on mefenamic acid (ponstan) and piriton, sleeping through the noisy countdown, with a terrible toothache and a horrible headache... and i rejected alcohol despite my friend's theory of how it can relieve pain as it shares the same end receptors as the nociceptors, despite how convincing they advocate it... or perhaps, i was just too sleepy....
While everyone like to recap over how they had spent their 2008, i have nothing much to recap, and would rather put everything in a box, seal it and push it to somewhere at the back of my mind, where i may not have to visit it again...
and guess what? i'm turning over a new leaf this year!
For the past few days, my work-vs-fun scale had been tipping a little too much to the fun side.. sleeping late almost everynight, not for work, but for fun. Yes, shinyin has this uncontrollable impulse for fun. But with professional exams around the corner, i guess, it's about time to be more serious, and well, hardworking... welcome to the boring side of shinyin...So, here's my list of New Year's 2009 Resolutions:
1. Pass Professional Examinations with flying colors and Graduate as a Doctor
2. Be a good Doctor, be nice to patients
3. Go home often, spend more time with family
4. Keep in touch with friends
5. Live a healthy lifestyle - Healthy diet, regular exercise, weight reduction, etc
6. Be more organized
7. Adopt punctuality!
8. Do NOT procrastinate
9. Gain confidence
10. Start saving
11. Learn to have patience
12. Learn to be optimistic
13. Learn to love
14. Learn not to judge people (esp based on their appearance)
15. Learn to be independent
16. Good compliance to meds
17. Be less lazy
18. Be more passionate, enthusiastic and determined in medicine
18. Travel the world after professional exams
19. Be happy ! =)
20. (to add if any)
As part of preparing for professional exams, i have several resolutions as well, which i shall try my very best to practice until professional exams:
1. Control internet addiction
2. Abstinence from coffee
3. Abstinence from alcohol
4. Daily study & revision
5. Complete case study reports early
6. Do NOT procrastinate
7. Practice long & short cases
8. Do NOT marathon movies overnight
9. Do NOT get addicted to computer games or the likes (restrain fr mousehunt! and fb applications)
10. Start study group
back to the part where i could not understand why everyone is so happy about the new year.... like shinLoo said, i'm old and unsuccessful (and not any wiser, are we?) ... and guess what? it's about time we start using anti-aging products.. so, we'll be looking this age for the rest of our lives, huh??
anyway, on the lighter tone, chicken lovers and housewives can rejoice over cut down on chicken price, and there's Chinese New Year to look forward to! which equates lots of nice New Year biscuits, and better still, LOTs of angpows!! yippie~~ and we get new angpows from the Goh's couple, hehe.. (remember Sharvyn and the woodest woodhead i blogged about back in teluk intan?? they are such a cute couple~) Oh yes, remember to buckle your seat belts... 242 summonses so far and still counting....
anyway, on the lighter tone, chicken lovers and housewives can rejoice over cut down on chicken price, and there's Chinese New Year to look forward to! which equates lots of nice New Year biscuits, and better still, LOTs of angpows!! yippie~~ and we get new angpows from the Goh's couple, hehe.. (remember Sharvyn and the woodest woodhead i blogged about back in teluk intan?? they are such a cute couple~) Oh yes, remember to buckle your seat belts... 242 summonses so far and still counting....
lastly, i hope 2009 will be filled with many pleasant surprises to come~~
~Happy New Year!~
Friday, December 12, 2008
FLOODING - confidence can be made up, right?
To overcome my stage fright anxiety, i have accepted an out-of-my-mind task.
I will be participating in a debate tomorrow. Something organized for the final year students in UKM. The problem is, all my life, i had NEVER debated. i mean, i enjoyed watching debates, but being up there, is something i had never imagined. Being up there with stage fright, is another thing. Gee, an auditorium of people staring back at you...
This is like some form of psychotherapy, my consultants call it 'flooding'.. i would have preferred some form of graded exposure, systemic desensitization or something. oh well... wish me luck! i hope i don't screw up.. (please refer to the footnotes in blue, i have included them for the benefit of non-medical related field readers)
Lingesh was so excited about it, with the adrenaline rush and all. I hoped i could share the similar anticipation. Ija and i were just super worried we might screw up. Lingesh, on the other hand, is so good at debate that he could be the first, second and third speaker and yet be 100 times better than all of us put together. Sometimes, i secretly envied debaters who could just speak out confidently, and make people believe in everything they say. Gee, the stress gets even worse, if i screwed up halfway and made the team lose; which i really hope i don't.
Topic: Contraception should be allowed in unmarried sexually active adolescent.
-will be the first speaker for the government...
well, at least it's something i can prepare..
i'm trying to be as positive as i could be. This is a golden opportunity, Lingesh said, an awesome experience. 'How often to you get a group of people who are willing to listen to a few dumb asses crapping? And it'll be fun!' - i hope so too ^^
confidence can be made up, right?
*back to work*
Footnotes:
Flooding = is a behaviour therapy where the patient is exposed to the feared stimulus immediately(all at one time) in its most intensive form
Graded exposure = exposure to the stimulus over several sessions, in which the stimulus is presented progressively in anxiety-provoking forms, from a small stimulus to more intensive stimulus, gradually.
p/s: will be against yee cherng and sob .... and i saw susan yesterday and she was involved in debate too, giving me the 'why me?' look.. haha! while qkk got forum, which i think is relatively more relaxed... if i feel evil, i might ask really hard questions, which QKK strongly forbid me from doing so... =P so, he suggested that we ask pre-prepared questions to which he would have pre-prepared answers to it.. haha! typ on the other hand, senang la, become moderator.. just have to pretend to be super enthusiastic and repeatedly ask, 'so, what do you think?' and 'any questions?'.. i was really looking forward to see im sing in her sexy nurse uniform during role play tomorrow... to bad, she changed roles... siGh, what a waste... hehe.. or else i can post pics... =P
Links: Learning to debate overnight
I will be participating in a debate tomorrow. Something organized for the final year students in UKM. The problem is, all my life, i had NEVER debated. i mean, i enjoyed watching debates, but being up there, is something i had never imagined. Being up there with stage fright, is another thing. Gee, an auditorium of people staring back at you...
This is like some form of psychotherapy, my consultants call it 'flooding'.. i would have preferred some form of graded exposure, systemic desensitization or something. oh well... wish me luck! i hope i don't screw up.. (please refer to the footnotes in blue, i have included them for the benefit of non-medical related field readers)
Lingesh was so excited about it, with the adrenaline rush and all. I hoped i could share the similar anticipation. Ija and i were just super worried we might screw up. Lingesh, on the other hand, is so good at debate that he could be the first, second and third speaker and yet be 100 times better than all of us put together. Sometimes, i secretly envied debaters who could just speak out confidently, and make people believe in everything they say. Gee, the stress gets even worse, if i screwed up halfway and made the team lose; which i really hope i don't.
Topic: Contraception should be allowed in unmarried sexually active adolescent.
-will be the first speaker for the government...
well, at least it's something i can prepare..
i'm trying to be as positive as i could be. This is a golden opportunity, Lingesh said, an awesome experience. 'How often to you get a group of people who are willing to listen to a few dumb asses crapping? And it'll be fun!' - i hope so too ^^
confidence can be made up, right?
*back to work*
Footnotes:
Flooding = is a behaviour therapy where the patient is exposed to the feared stimulus immediately(all at one time) in its most intensive form
Graded exposure = exposure to the stimulus over several sessions, in which the stimulus is presented progressively in anxiety-provoking forms, from a small stimulus to more intensive stimulus, gradually.
p/s: will be against yee cherng and sob .... and i saw susan yesterday and she was involved in debate too, giving me the 'why me?' look.. haha! while qkk got forum, which i think is relatively more relaxed... if i feel evil, i might ask really hard questions, which QKK strongly forbid me from doing so... =P so, he suggested that we ask pre-prepared questions to which he would have pre-prepared answers to it.. haha! typ on the other hand, senang la, become moderator.. just have to pretend to be super enthusiastic and repeatedly ask, 'so, what do you think?' and 'any questions?'.. i was really looking forward to see im sing in her sexy nurse uniform during role play tomorrow... to bad, she changed roles... siGh, what a waste... hehe.. or else i can post pics... =P
Links: Learning to debate overnight
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Will be missing you baby, for the next 3 weeks…
My mood had been terrible for the past few days. It was only today that I finally got a little better, at least better enough to blog and online. Those terrible days would start as early as 7am and stretch long till the late evenings. All I wanted to do after that, was so straight to bed, and sleep those frustrations away.
My baby had been admitted. They said he needed a new limb. And that would take about 3 weeks long!
Okay, let me flash back few days ago. It was 4.04 pm, I was happily packing lunch at a vegetarian restaurant, when at the junction it all happened in a flash… it's stupid, i mean, why did i have that sudden crave? i mean, i don't even liked vegetarian that much... so, because of my silliness, my baby had been hit. The scar, deep and sharp, stretches from the front door all the way to the rear and across the mudguard. The accident was inevitable, as there was another ongoing car at the right. Imagine being sandwiched between two huge objects. The only logical thing to do was to hope and pray everything is alright.
Okay, that was not the worse. After that, I think I did the stupidest thing of all. I think I am the first person on Earth (correction, the ONLY person on Earth) who would get hit by a car and yet pay the other party compensation. Thinking back made me felt even stupid-er.. well, I was hungry, tired and super hypoglycemic, thus not thinking right.. The pakcik said I should have let him move first, but he was double parking, and suddenly come rushing from behind. How was i suppose to know? I could not avoid him. Anyway, like I said, I was stupid.
When I finally confessed to my mum, her first reaction was: ‘Why so stupid?’ ‘Why not call me during that time?’ I guess, that time, I was too afraid to tell my parents, and I guess part of me, secretly hope I could resolve the problem without my parents knowing. Well, it was just me, being stupid. The next question she asked was, ‘What was the other car plat number?’ and I was like ‘shit! I forgotten’. After driving for 7 years, SEVEN years, and yet, how could I be so silly?? I guess it was because it was the first time facing such events, so, I guess, I just did not know what to do… okay, I know I should have taken the number, driving license number, contact number, etc, , but i didn't.. like I have said, i was super hypoglycemic and tired, thus not thinking right.. okay, that was just an excuse, I was just being silly.
So, here, I have drafted a list of what should be done when encounter an accident:
1. Take the person’s
-car number plat,
-car model,
-driving license, and
-contact number
2. Make a police report
3. Fix the car, and claim insurance
If you are driving alone, in a secluded area, especially at night: DO NOT STOP. Remember the other party car plat number and drive to the nearest police station to make a police report.
If you are still having ‘P license’ under probation period, call your parents. Get them to help you to settle the problem informally.
If you are below 21 and has been driving for less than 2 years, you may have to pay an ‘excess’ fee when claiming insurance. And you need to weight now heavy is the damage, and whether it is worth the NCV.
Perhaps, what Yen Pin said was right. The uncle was just more experienced than us. He knew how to handle the situation, so, we being a newbie, just gave in. And we’ll always be bullied by those experienced uncles and aunties. Once they step out of the car, they would talk as if they were so right. Then we get scared and confused. Yen Pin, you are a good adviser but a terrible joker. Go tell yml your donut joke la, hehe… but, thanks anyway. Besides, since that your experience of being stupid is more serious than mine, I don’t feel too bad liao. =) And more importantly, everyone was safe. At least nothing happened to Cheryl and QKK.
Anyway, after the event, QKK suggested that we do the most AUNTY-est thing on Earth --> Buy lottery ticket! Upon arriving at Magnum, I guess we were the only people under the age of 40.
There was this aunty staring at us, she teased, ‘First timer?’ I could only smile in embarrassment. The funniest thing was when Cheryl was lining up behind QKK, so after QKK, she requested, ‘I want RM2 of the same number the guy earlier bought’. I think the lady at the counter almost fainted. *sweat*
Surprisingly, QKK was quite experienced when it comes to buying lottery. So, when he said that it was his first time, I was a little skeptical. I didn’t know there’s so many types of numbers we could buy, like ‘da’(big), ‘xiao’(small) and ibox. When you buy big, you get money if the number strikes with RM2500 for first prize, up to RM60 for consolation. ‘small’ is only for the first, second and third prize. As for ibox, you win even if your number is jumbled up, only that the prize amount is divided by twelve. Okay, I would not want to be encouraging the gambling habit.
I guess buying lottery ticket after an accident helps one feel better. It gives you hope. Like if you do strike the lottery, you would not feel too bad about the accident after that. Now, I understood why people buys 4D. My mum said, if you buy 4D, you have to buy at all the counters: Toto, Magnum and 3D+1. And I have a winning we will strike the lottery today.
p/s: At 7pm that day, we checked the result. So, we did not win the lottery. So ya, I’m against buying lottery now.
Anyway, back to the title. So, my baby had been sent to the workshop. I’ll be missing him for the next 3 weeks. I wonder how would I ever survive. Sigh…
p/ss: there is a new poll at the right side bar. And by the way, i do NOT get paid for polls. Just something i am curious about. and if you are worried about confidentiality, well, nuffnang polls were designed in such a way, i don't get to know who answered and the combination of answered. We get the overall results at the end of each post. It's a stupid thing, coz i don't get to analyse via student T or Chi-square...
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I’ll like to end this post with a prayer for the victims of the massive landslide at Bukit Antarabangsa this morning.
My baby had been admitted. They said he needed a new limb. And that would take about 3 weeks long!
Okay, let me flash back few days ago. It was 4.04 pm, I was happily packing lunch at a vegetarian restaurant, when at the junction it all happened in a flash… it's stupid, i mean, why did i have that sudden crave? i mean, i don't even liked vegetarian that much... so, because of my silliness, my baby had been hit. The scar, deep and sharp, stretches from the front door all the way to the rear and across the mudguard. The accident was inevitable, as there was another ongoing car at the right. Imagine being sandwiched between two huge objects. The only logical thing to do was to hope and pray everything is alright.
Okay, that was not the worse. After that, I think I did the stupidest thing of all. I think I am the first person on Earth (correction, the ONLY person on Earth) who would get hit by a car and yet pay the other party compensation. Thinking back made me felt even stupid-er.. well, I was hungry, tired and super hypoglycemic, thus not thinking right.. The pakcik said I should have let him move first, but he was double parking, and suddenly come rushing from behind. How was i suppose to know? I could not avoid him. Anyway, like I said, I was stupid.
When I finally confessed to my mum, her first reaction was: ‘Why so stupid?’ ‘Why not call me during that time?’ I guess, that time, I was too afraid to tell my parents, and I guess part of me, secretly hope I could resolve the problem without my parents knowing. Well, it was just me, being stupid. The next question she asked was, ‘What was the other car plat number?’ and I was like ‘shit! I forgotten’. After driving for 7 years, SEVEN years, and yet, how could I be so silly?? I guess it was because it was the first time facing such events, so, I guess, I just did not know what to do… okay, I know I should have taken the number, driving license number, contact number, etc, , but i didn't.. like I have said, i was super hypoglycemic and tired, thus not thinking right.. okay, that was just an excuse, I was just being silly.
So, here, I have drafted a list of what should be done when encounter an accident:
1. Take the person’s
-car number plat,
-car model,
-driving license, and
-contact number
2. Make a police report
3. Fix the car, and claim insurance
If you are driving alone, in a secluded area, especially at night: DO NOT STOP. Remember the other party car plat number and drive to the nearest police station to make a police report.
If you are still having ‘P license’ under probation period, call your parents. Get them to help you to settle the problem informally.
If you are below 21 and has been driving for less than 2 years, you may have to pay an ‘excess’ fee when claiming insurance. And you need to weight now heavy is the damage, and whether it is worth the NCV.
Perhaps, what Yen Pin said was right. The uncle was just more experienced than us. He knew how to handle the situation, so, we being a newbie, just gave in. And we’ll always be bullied by those experienced uncles and aunties. Once they step out of the car, they would talk as if they were so right. Then we get scared and confused. Yen Pin, you are a good adviser but a terrible joker. Go tell yml your donut joke la, hehe… but, thanks anyway. Besides, since that your experience of being stupid is more serious than mine, I don’t feel too bad liao. =) And more importantly, everyone was safe. At least nothing happened to Cheryl and QKK.
Anyway, after the event, QKK suggested that we do the most AUNTY-est thing on Earth --> Buy lottery ticket! Upon arriving at Magnum, I guess we were the only people under the age of 40.
There was this aunty staring at us, she teased, ‘First timer?’ I could only smile in embarrassment. The funniest thing was when Cheryl was lining up behind QKK, so after QKK, she requested, ‘I want RM2 of the same number the guy earlier bought’. I think the lady at the counter almost fainted. *sweat*
Surprisingly, QKK was quite experienced when it comes to buying lottery. So, when he said that it was his first time, I was a little skeptical. I didn’t know there’s so many types of numbers we could buy, like ‘da’(big), ‘xiao’(small) and ibox. When you buy big, you get money if the number strikes with RM2500 for first prize, up to RM60 for consolation. ‘small’ is only for the first, second and third prize. As for ibox, you win even if your number is jumbled up, only that the prize amount is divided by twelve. Okay, I would not want to be encouraging the gambling habit.
I guess buying lottery ticket after an accident helps one feel better. It gives you hope. Like if you do strike the lottery, you would not feel too bad about the accident after that. Now, I understood why people buys 4D. My mum said, if you buy 4D, you have to buy at all the counters: Toto, Magnum and 3D+1. And I have a winning we will strike the lottery today.
p/s: At 7pm that day, we checked the result. So, we did not win the lottery. So ya, I’m against buying lottery now.
Anyway, back to the title. So, my baby had been sent to the workshop. I’ll be missing him for the next 3 weeks. I wonder how would I ever survive. Sigh…
p/ss: there is a new poll at the right side bar. And by the way, i do NOT get paid for polls. Just something i am curious about. and if you are worried about confidentiality, well, nuffnang polls were designed in such a way, i don't get to know who answered and the combination of answered. We get the overall results at the end of each post. It's a stupid thing, coz i don't get to analyse via student T or Chi-square...
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I’ll like to end this post with a prayer for the victims of the massive landslide at Bukit Antarabangsa this morning.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
hidden poems between the pages of my medical books
i was reading one of my medical handbooks, the Oxford Handbook of Clinical Medicine, when surprisingly, i came across this poem :
The Microscope knows not of this nor the Telescope: they alter,The ratio of the Spectators Organs but leave Objects untouch'd,
For every space larger than a red globule of Mans blood,
Is visionary, and it is created by the Hammer of Los;
And every space smaller than a Globule of Mans blood opens,
Into eternity of which this vegetable Earth is but a shadow.
The red Globule is the unwearied Sun by Los created
To measure Time and Space to mortal Men...
by William Blake in his poem Milton, section 29, lines 17-24...
NB: Los, the globe of fire, is a symbol used by Blake to encompass the exultant energy of creation, the poetic imagination, and the burning brightness where all is noble images were pounded of eternity and compounded in the most compressed verse and art we have.
Can you believe that? a poem in one of my medical books!! (@page 309) and such beautiful poem! why didn't i noticed it before? when i started reciting and sharing my new discovery with my friends at the library, they thought i was crazy or something.. but anyway, i thought that it was a really nice poem...
This poem, it makes us appreciate the invention of modern investigation and imaging, without the need for invasive procedures. How we can know the function of the liver or kidney function by just taking some blood (LFT, RP)... How we can see cerebral ischemia or hemorrhage via a CT brain, without needing to crack open and view the brain with the naked eye.. by looking at the blood, one can diagnose a disease, manage a patient, and even give a prognosis... (thus measuring time and space to mortal men).... - well, at least that was how i interpreted the poem... every poem can be interpreted differently by different people...
Anyway, i wanted to find the original poem. And i did! So, here it is, let me share it with you...Milton: The Sky is an Immortal Tent Built by the Sons of Los
by William Blake
The sky is an immortal tent built by the Sons of Los:
And every space that a man views around his dwelling-place
Standing on his own roof or in his garden on a mount
Of twenty-five cubits in height, such space is his universe:
And on its verge the sun rises and sets, the clouds bow
To meet the flat earth and the sea in such an order'd space:
The starry heavens reach no further, but here bend and set
On all sides, and the two Poles turn on their valves of gold:
And if he moves his dwelling-place, his heavens also move
Where'er he goes, and all his neighbourhood bewail his loss.
Such are the spaces called Earth and such its dimension.
As to that false appearance which appears to the reasoner
As of a globe rolling through voidness, it is a delusion of Ulro.
The microscope knows not of this nor the telescope: they alter
The ratio of the spectator's organs, but leave objects untouch'd.
For every space larger than a red globule of Man's blood
Is visionary, and is created by the Hammer of Los;
And every space smaller than a globule of Man's blood opens
Into Eternity of which this vegetable Earth is but a shadow.
The red globule is the unwearied sun by Los created
To measure time and space to mortal men every morning
by William Blake
The sky is an immortal tent built by the Sons of Los:
And every space that a man views around his dwelling-place
Standing on his own roof or in his garden on a mount
Of twenty-five cubits in height, such space is his universe:
And on its verge the sun rises and sets, the clouds bow
To meet the flat earth and the sea in such an order'd space:
The starry heavens reach no further, but here bend and set
On all sides, and the two Poles turn on their valves of gold:
And if he moves his dwelling-place, his heavens also move
Where'er he goes, and all his neighbourhood bewail his loss.
Such are the spaces called Earth and such its dimension.
As to that false appearance which appears to the reasoner
As of a globe rolling through voidness, it is a delusion of Ulro.
The microscope knows not of this nor the telescope: they alter
The ratio of the spectator's organs, but leave objects untouch'd.
For every space larger than a red globule of Man's blood
Is visionary, and is created by the Hammer of Los;
And every space smaller than a globule of Man's blood opens
Into Eternity of which this vegetable Earth is but a shadow.
The red globule is the unwearied sun by Los created
To measure time and space to mortal men every morning
This image from the Song of Los, William Blake, is a picture of a naked haematologist working alone, hammering a red cell into shape. Supposedly this was how they worked back then, alone, trying to figure out a disease. (i couldn't explain the naked part though). Nowadays, people worked as a team, with the physician, haematologist, geneticist, specialist, lab staff, staff nurses, etc to manage a patient.'Every space larger than a red globule of man's blood is visionary, and it is created by the Hammer of Los'.
p/s: maybe i seriously need a break from reading... poems in between pages? gosh, what was i thinking? what's with all the emo?
Monday, November 3, 2008
i knew what you did last Halloween
Since my friends and readers, specially Brenda, had been asking about my Halloween dinner... i had compiled it into a storyline, to make it more interesting, hehe... here you go, the story of
It was October 31, a cold quiet night. The full moon shone brightly, melancholic in a way.... Deep in the basement of HUKM Forensic Hall, there was this lady ghost, sleeping soundly...
~The sleeping lady ghost~
~The awaken hungry lady ghost~
Who dares to wake the lady ghost? i smelled of fresh innocent blood.... the smell so tender and juicy... i could not resist...
The lady ghost bumped into the mummy. Being super hungry, she bit off the mummy's big round fresh succulent eyes..
~poor one-eyed mummy~
(i thought this pictured looked like 2 chopped off heads on a white table)
Mummy: oh please, great mightly lady ghost, please don't eat me... spare my eyes, they are highly myopic and unhealthy...
Lady ghost: but i'm so so soooooo huuunnnggrryyyyy... the lady ghost craves for fresh innocent blood....
Mummy: oh mighty lady ghost, i am but an old stale mummy....
*tink!* (idea)
Mummy: mummy heard there's a Halloween party at TGI's Fridays... lots of fresh innocent blood to feast on..... mummy can bring great mighty lady ghost there....
Lady ghost : oh really? are you saying lots of fresh innocent blood?
Mummy: yes, oh mighty lady ghost
Lady ghost: wait no more, let's head down to TGI!!
So, together with her new found friend, the lady ghost head down to TGIF, looking for victims to satisfy her hunger... speeding at 160kmph, even the policemen dare not give the mighty lady ghost a ticket... hehe...
~The smell of fresh innocent blood~
The lady ghost arrived at TGI Fridays 1 Utama
(vote for this picture at: Halloween@TGI Facebook)
Hungry ghost find many new victims...
Hungry ghost disguised herself as a Halloween ghost..
little do these people know, their lives is at stake...
The lady ghost found many new ghosty friends there... partying and playing... instead of fleeing in fear, the innocent bloods welcomed the lady ghost with open arms... all eagerly waiting to feast!! then, they introduced TGI's menu to the lady ghost, which looked very mouth watering... So, the lady ghost decided to give it a try...
the huge spider watching from above
Appettizers:
cheesy cheese ball
Fried calamari
Spicy chicken
Friday's Chicken (very cheesy)
Halloween Burger (with tongue sticking out!)
Salad with Chicken (so healthy)
Lady ghost's favourite: the cookie ice-cream desserts which melts in your mouth, bringing shivers down your spine... delicious!
here's a few other pictures....
p/s: do vote for my picture at : Halloween @ TGI Facebook
thanks =)
Acknowledgement: To yml and beng siong, who contributed to the storyline..
i knew what you did last Halloween
It was October 31, a cold quiet night. The full moon shone brightly, melancholic in a way.... Deep in the basement of HUKM Forensic Hall, there was this lady ghost, sleeping soundly...
~The sleeping lady ghost~A sudden fireworks shot at the background. The celebration of Halloween began, with people cheering and shouting,.. distressing to the lady ghost... the smell of fresh innocent blood awakened this lady ghost from her slumberland~
~The awaken hungry lady ghost~Who dares to wake the lady ghost? i smelled of fresh innocent blood.... the smell so tender and juicy... i could not resist...
The lady ghost bumped into the mummy. Being super hungry, she bit off the mummy's big round fresh succulent eyes..
~poor one-eyed mummy~(i thought this pictured looked like 2 chopped off heads on a white table)
Lady ghost: but i'm so so soooooo huuunnnggrryyyyy... the lady ghost craves for fresh innocent blood....
Mummy: oh mighty lady ghost, i am but an old stale mummy....
*tink!* (idea)
Mummy: mummy heard there's a Halloween party at TGI's Fridays... lots of fresh innocent blood to feast on..... mummy can bring great mighty lady ghost there....
Lady ghost : oh really? are you saying lots of fresh innocent blood?
Mummy: yes, oh mighty lady ghost
Lady ghost: wait no more, let's head down to TGI!!
So, together with her new found friend, the lady ghost head down to TGIF, looking for victims to satisfy her hunger... speeding at 160kmph, even the policemen dare not give the mighty lady ghost a ticket... hehe...
~The smell of fresh innocent blood~
The lady ghost arrived at TGI Fridays 1 Utama(vote for this picture at: Halloween@TGI Facebook)
Hungry ghost find many new victims...
Hungry ghost disguised herself as a Halloween ghost..
little do these people know, their lives is at stake...
The lady ghost found many new ghosty friends there... partying and playing... instead of fleeing in fear, the innocent bloods welcomed the lady ghost with open arms... all eagerly waiting to feast!! then, they introduced TGI's menu to the lady ghost, which looked very mouth watering... So, the lady ghost decided to give it a try...
the huge spider watching from aboveAppettizers:
cheesy cheese ball
Fried calamari
Spicy chicken
Main Course:
Friday's Chicken (very cheesy)
Halloween Burger (with tongue sticking out!)
Salad with Chicken (so healthy)
Desserts:
Lady ghost's favourite: the cookie ice-cream desserts which melts in your mouth, bringing shivers down your spine... delicious!
After a satisfying meal, the lady ghost is contended... She was tired and decided to go back and sleep... Thanks to TGI Friday's many innocent lives were saved...
here's a few other pictures....
Last message from the lady ghost : see you next Halloween~~ huhu~~~
p/s: do vote for my picture at : Halloween @ TGI Facebook
thanks =)
Acknowledgement: To yml and beng siong, who contributed to the storyline..
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