No. 134

famous photos- sailor kiss a nurse after Japan surrender in WW II.
The Thinker
The Kiss
Whistler's mom. It's world renowed masterpiece. familiar? you seen it in Mr. Bean. (Above 3, credits go to kennysia.com - one of my favourite blogger)

First time, never in my blog, I dedicate a post to anyone.
Never ever happen in history.
Never.
Never.

But now, since Obama can be the risen one, the first American-African President, since the sun rise up from the east (always), and since, I am so touch ( Ohhh, gam dong~ thank u thank u, thank u,u, u, u, u, and u who so support me...Ohh) Since Christmas is 1-month away, since I, I haven't buy any clothes to wear on annual dinner...Since....Since...

This is dedicate to

*drum roll*
*drum roll more thundering*
*audience are panicky and quietly waiting*

*CHIANG~*
"Xiang3r , Ms Xiang xiang~"

*hoo-ray* *a few audience faint in excitement* *B-bu B-bu B-bu (ambulance sirens)


Ya, that's the simplest thing I can do for her. She is a soon-to-be doctor. (Give her ermm... 10 years, for a SPECIALIST) She is someone who would give a lot for friends. In my mind, she is always a pair of ready-ears. She give more than receive. Her smile is her trademark. She has a lot of friends. 'cause she makes friends easily. She live happily- talk happily, laugh happily, face crises steadily. She would walk 2 miles if you ask her to walk 1 mile only.
She mentioned my name personally in her latest post and when I want to comment, I feel like... "Ermm, should I? That's it?"
So I decided to leave the comment blank. And I come back to my dashboard.
I am happy that I have fans for what I write about here. I love to receive responses from whatever thing I write. Doesn't matter if irrelevant or negative. It's encouragement. It shows you have share partners for your work.
Now, no wonder when I check my statistics via Nuffnang.com, I have reader(s) from Russia Fed, almost everyday. Now, I know it's you who contribute to the statistics. Hope you can study baik-baik for amazing anatomy and hysteric histology! Anatomy tells you how great the creator is.
to all my readers, thank you for your faithful track here. I know I have readers. *happy*

\(^ o ^)/

Killer

Long long time ago, there was a young teenage girl living in a chocolate hut in the jungle... Then one day, as she was baking more and more chocolate to make the cake pillow for herself, someone knock on the white chocolate mint door. Then the girl left the hot oven. She turn on the knob, the Peanut chocolate one. She was stood rooted, gripped with fear and utter no sounds as the sight of seeing such.... Oh, she was frightened out of her wits.
"Argh..." she silently screamed, helplessly.
Then the girl lied motionless on the floor. No pool of blood. No sightly wound. Nothing.
'G' man left. Leaving the empty chocolate hut behind. Soon, the whole hut was brought down to the ground. Melted as the owner dies.


G for gossip.

Who do not agree with the phrase- GOSSIP KILLS? Hands up. Roger that then thumbs up!

yo yo yo~~~

*sigh* Tongue is a powerful muscle within oral cavity. A neurologist said it's less likely that when a person fitting, would bite his tongue off. Tongue is strong. (ever tried duck tongues?) Tongue is strong and powerful so whatever come out from the mouth is strong and powerful. Now, look at the mirror and tell yourself 10 times " I'm feeling good" or "I am the fairest of the all"
Maybe when you are leaving your house now, you would believe that sunshine is pretty, moonlight is romantic.

Tell others that the person writing this is glumpy and ugly. Maybe in the end, there'll be people claiming that I steal photos from some other girl. NAh, it's like that.

Sometimes, you can't stop what people is trying to say. Sometimes, it's either you cry them out or laugh it away. It's tired. You can't do anything. After some idiots pass the rumors around, modify at times, try to make stories more interesting... and all listeners hear and keep in their heart. Minds are thinking and thinking. After a good night sleep, rumors become a fact. And they continue to spread the 'facts'. Faster than the missionary spread the good news.

Maybe you are not a victim of gossip assasination. But when next time, your buddies, your pillowtalk chicks or even your best/closest one tell you something about someone, never hesitate not believing it, never too early to go into conclusion. You can always look for answers yourself. Doesn't matter if your answers are not accepted. It could be due to less juicy. Gossips are juicier than facts.

Treat others as how you want to be treated.
Nevermind, if life is unfair, if nobody believes you, if people take you as another stupid...
Nevermind if you are a topic. Laugh it away or cry it out.
Nevermind if after 10 years, who you are is what the gossips is, it's just another label.

Define yourself who you are in fact.

Preparation

Ahh, Excel is a smart tool. It tells you everything about your data. Help you to draw pies and charts. It's definitely a great assistant in coming up research study. I am Excel-illiterate. *giggle* *blush blush*

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CAndidates selection based on 'employer's' favour. Final decision made by 'employer'
(^o^)

Today

I am 20 + 6 months old.

Well, tonight will be a farewell party for those seniors. (1 year later, it's for me!) Too bad I am working p.m. shift. couldn't join and see the performances. In farewell party, seniors are king and queen. Whereas, welcoming party (for newbies) it's like oh-see-this-one-and-that-one OR oh-she-is-how-old-from-where. Still, we have performances by various semesters.
I hope I am doing well today. I hope I can work well today. I hope today is no more busy 'cause tomorrow is weekend. I hope I can eat well later 'cause I am freaking hungry now.

Oh, yesterday I saw a memo from my future research tutor. The grouping list is released, hot from the 'printer'. Argh, I saw my name. My name is asterisked.

XX XX XXXX*

You know what does it mean by *?
And I continue to read the name. I even copied down who are my group members. 12 of us in Group 3.
And I know who are my assistants. Their names got 2 *
XXXXX**
XXXX**

lolz...
laugh please.
Nvm. Let me give you a joke.
No, not now. I need to get my bath and dress up for lunch and then work.

I wish I faint now. *fainted*
(-_____-)"

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Exam is over

And I am still in Penang, unable to escape from ward postings for holidays. A lot have gone home from their unis. Pathetically, I am still here. Good thing is, you work and work, indulging in work, and you may not be aware that Year End Sales (YES!) is coming. Except for: engagement gift for Luz, baptism gift for Cheryl, what to wear on 6/ 12 night, how to learn Power Point before new semester start. These are in my to-do list.
I need to save money. I need to spend a lot in next year. My Sarawak trip, broadband, studio shots, finding house to rent, buy some necessities for my new corner... Crude oil drops a lot. My nothing seems to drop price together.
It would be a crazy semester coming soon. Throughout the 6-month semester, 5 months of research in progress, with other activities. Example, tests and Nurses' Day performance. From proposal to planning questionnaires, finding target groups, assemble and analyse data, to prepare slides and present, and tests/ exams, every thing in first 5 months!
Who would be the leaders for each 3 groups? Definitely bearing a lot of burdens, pressures and sadness. Superman said, " Great power comes with great responsibilities."
Uncle ST and his whole family is coming back soon. Very soon. I am waiting earnestly for presents from Australia *blink blink*
Oh, I want to eat buffet. Year end already. Our chicks' plan might be boiled in soup already. *sob sob*

Never post randomly... but FOOD, yes~

See, tea cup!
My very nice Tomyam Maggi. RM 5 only. Inside got prawn, fish, tomatoes, abalone mushroomssss!!! (showing food, AGAIN. *shy shy*)


It's opposite Henry Butcher and the big clinic. Opposite Thai Airlines agency also. 2-shop away from ASPIAL bridal house. before reaching Union primary school.
Dessert. Fattening, full-filling stuff! I like clear colour one. With ginger inside. Taste of HOME SWEET HOME! RM 3 only!
Ok, Ok, food again lah... What to do? I eat dinner outside everyday. most of the time. I snap pictures before I move my spoons and forks!
Got soup black black one.
I heart peanut fillings!
My big ball of Tang Yuan!

Dessert after dinner~
at the road side near Prangin Mall. Next to Ye Shanghai night club.

Yesterday = Sunday 5 noon- when I was heading back to the island. living as an islander, again.

Baby Jireh and daddy.

Happy family~~ Daddy Joseph, Mummy Melanie and Baby Jireh.
Daddy and mummy shared about their encounters with miracles and graces throughout the whole process. It was on Saturday night Rock& Honey youth. I didn't know about their parents-to-be news. I was so out, for last 10 months!

I tried on Sari. Chiffon. VEry soft. Very fun to tie 5-metre of clothes abound you!!! My chinese friend will be wearing this to annual dinner anyway. I am still hunting a LBD. anyone can help?
My crab-dinner on last Saturday.

Different now

It's sunday. and I'm at home now.

4 weeks ago, I was at home too. I had crab when I came home that time. Similar with this week. And for some reason, I starts to have no appetite with crabs, eating at home.

Well, 3 weeks ago, I was here too. Passby when coming back from Padang Besar.

Yesterday, when I reached, I was...hmm...having range of emotions in me. Saturday night is no longer the same like last 6 months.
It's like that. I can get used with new thing fast. Could turn to be habitual sometimes. But to back to original state, I have hard time. Sometimes, even couldn't back to original. Sometimes, you may forgottten who was you.

I had case study presentation yesterday, before I came home. I was sad. I didn't notice mistakes. I told myself why not blame the others or find out who did the part. I rationalised my saddening event myself. I was too rely on the person who type out the slides; the person was too rely on me to check her works. One rely on each others. Whose fault? Is trust a problem?
Worse still, some people are just waiting for a chance to shout out your mistakes. That's not so big deal. Again, I said. The big deal is copying bulat-bulat, exactly copy and paste issue.

Everyone has own standard.

Years ago, I read Amy Cheong's book. She said, some men claimed that they are PERFECTIONISTS. Amy said, recheck what they said. It may mean something else. Maybe they expect perfects in them. Or, these men expect a perfectionist woman.

Silly are thou who believe in perfections.

I came home, I had surprises. Again, sudden surprises give you different feelings.
First, mul. You know Melanie jie jie had given birth to a baby boy, Jireh Ngu. Last night in youth was a celebration for full moon. Photos later.

Second, met with youths. Many had came back to Malaysia. Some married. Some had a year of working experience in Genting. MAny many. And, I heard that Alor Star mall has cineplex. I very beh tahan...
I cannot stand. So many updates in 3 hours.

I, also met with someone. Argh. Changed a lot. No longer look good as in old days. Ok, like I said. Everyone, own standard.

Another different thing I found out. Someone can be just so stable and cool in reality although in her heart, her mind is thundering and in rage. This kind of personality is not good in expressing herself. It's so introvert. But in some other world, living with anonymousity or atmosphere of another, can daringly express herself. But still, express with a limit as well. The leftover remnants are still stored inside her fridge-mind.

Never mean to

Few days back. My dinner. the leftover pork oil.
add vinegar++
My dinner. My plate. My leftover. Shining!

Oops. so nice. "dessert" after dinner.


So, below are by today. After exam.


Waiting for Moveit-moveit MADAGASCAR 3! Today no air-cond. So stuffy. First time came out of cinema without shivering chill!
New wing of GPlaza is coming soon. Can't wait to shop.
Christmas is near. But I am so not-in-the-mood. My mood is about holiday, welcoming new semester and Year End Sales. oh, YES!
Dinner after laughing out my stresses. Left- coming-up-next class president. Right- my current class Miss Gorgeous president from Sarawak!
Black and white interior design!

Chandeliar I attracted to.
Visit this. Branch for the one in One-Stop. At Gurney Plaza basement. 3-6pm weekdays enjoy 10% discount. *advertising*


Never mean to turn this to a almost-FOOOOOOOOOOD blog... no intension but couldn't help.
Photos speak a thousand words. XD

Done!

Finally, the scary Practical Exam! It's a sole subject, man...
Need to study every procedure from Sem 1 till now, depending on examiners what they want you to prepare. Each one 2 procedure in medical and surgical. Major and minor.
All I got were simple thing, simple topic, not that major for majors. Were tray procedures.
On medical side, i got:
- administering metered-dose inhaler
- intake&output chart

Surgical side:
- stump bandage
- cleaning newborn baby's cord

At Surgical side, I was doing real panicky and silly. The bandage, I couldn't get it done nicely even I was given 3 chances. The pattern of bandage was so...hmmm...abnormal. Cord cleaning- I was in great doubt, can use bare hand? can I touch the swab? Oh my, I'm gonna touch it, serious? Am I right? I am touching, touching...* right hand is moving towards to reach a cotton swab* When I touched it, "Oh gosh, she didn't say anything! Did she don't want to tell me I am wrong and violated greatest aseptic principle." "Issh, my mind was blank." I couldn't refresh back what did I do when I was in Nursery.
" Do it now! Now."
*I was still pausing*
"Don't think. Do now. Think back how you do it in Nursery"
*still trying hard to think*

I picked the correct set. Inside without any forceps. So I guess I am right. Use hands then.

"What you do next, after handwashing?"
in my heart, "squeeze the swabs and start cleaning?!"
" Haiyo...XX XXXX..."

*"cham cham, such a bad impression"

Suddenly I saw something at the corner.

*open up a tissue, dab dry my hands*

Palpitation. need Digoxin.

I said, I washed my hands. I put the swab inside the lil tray, Oh, solution. Ok, bend down and get the solution. "One drop will do", examiner said. I was panicky. I touch my hair, unconsciously. Tried to slip them behind my ears.
" Yes, XX XXXX (my name), you washed your hands and now you touch here, touch there..."
I said,
"Oh, I now wash my hands again." *faint*

Never in my real situations, I perform anything stupidly.
I made my final conclusion. I dislike (no hatred, pls~) this kind of practical exam!

When comes to using the inhaler, I told the examiner that need to shake it before use for equal distribution of contents.
When I was 'acting' to teach the 'patient', the examiner said,
" Yes, so you don't need to shake it, is it?"
Me to "patient" : *giggle* "Oh ya ya, you need to shake it har. Like this. *demonstrating, shaking the inhaler up and down*
( Then examiner looked at her clipboard and writing down something.)

I did this to real patients before. I taught the patient very relaxingly and stress-free. I gave them all necessary information. But, I hate myself when stumbling and panicking, tensed-up in exam.

That's it.

Case study presentation on Saturday. Not yet practise and held a meeting with my members yet. I am...
*speechless*

7th Quirk you don't know about me + a small talk

* Small talk: these are my dinner. Just back from dinner. Have you ever tried clear tomyam seafood? It's nice! *Oh my, my blog is becoming like a food blog! mana boleh~~**

My friend, always drive me up and down, bring me out for good food and entertainment!

Finally I bought an AntiVirus software. Quite reasonable price. Without this kind of stuff, can you imagine the feeling of being naked in the world of Internet. Or it could be said as, the unsecurity/ unprotected XXX. It's like having XXX when not using XXXXXX...*fill in the blank* Anyway, I am not sure is it really works, but definitely for sense of security. First time I buy a genuine stuff. Funny Mr. Kaspersky pack in SO big box, but inside is just a piece of 1-mm thick disc and a manual and warranty card.

7th: I have a funny proportion of (extra) long femoral bone.
Taiwanese girls are superb pretty, tall and sexy in Asia, by my standard. Learnt from Jacky Wu's show, pretty girls' body proportion should be 1:3:5 (head:body:leg) (Do you girls have this ratio?)
And the tibia+ fibula (a.k.a calves/leg...) should be longer than your femur (the thigh) Imagine it, look at all pretty girls around you, no matter what is their height, they still look good, very good.
Mine, I have almost equal length of both thigh and calves, means my knees are so "down". So, I have problems when come to clothing. My problem is I LOOK WEIRD. I discovered my this "special" feature in recent year, especially giving me problem since staying in hostel. Some particular shorts and skirts, to most of the people is short enough, looks mini, but when it's on me, it doesn't look like the way it should be. Some knee-length shorts are equivalent and acceptable to wear it when you going out from hostel gates. But when I wear it, it is not knee-length. It's above my knees. So, I would be considered as law-breaker, man... Ok, even when I wear long jeans. Still doesn't look good. My butt is so high there and my...... blah blah blah...
I am not complaining. I am OK. Just compliment myself for being special and unique. *keke*


*p/s: pardon me for disoriented label of photos.

Cheese my heart!

It was on the last day of October, when everyone get their allowance banked in to celebrate all the hardwork, although the next day has last paper to go. But, we give face to the members promotion. One of us has it. (I'm thinking of getting one.)
So, who doesn't know about Winter Warmers next to Starbucks, after Secret Recipe and opposite Coffee Bean in Gurney Plaza ground floor?
We arrived early, around 5 something. But dinner starts at 6. So we got to order something while waiting for time to come and clear up some excessive gastris juice first.
We got this Tuna waffle to share among 4 of us. The other friends in another car yet.
The pot of tea is strawberry one. Very sour at the end of tasting it. No wrong to add in honey though.

See, told you the next day we were suppose to have last paper. Everyone brought some note to study. Studying legal aspects theory and ethical principles in the atmosphere of English feel, accompanied by aromatic tea, with soothing music as bonus...

Finally, my dinner arrived. I've forgotten what was my drink. Lavender tea, something like that. With something chewy inside. I truly miss the taste of cheese-baked Bolognase right now! I am hungry, you know?

Well, what do you expect? It's normal case. 10 of us ordered pot drinks! Still, I prefer mixed fruit cocktail. New favourite is lemon lime cocktail. The glass brim was lined with salt! *drooooooooooling* are you not????

And yes too. 9 of us ate cheese-baked. the other one eat grilled dory fish fillet. I was consistently drinking 2 types of drinks. The hot one and cold one, trying to send the strawberry tea out of table. What to do 'cause they have only small round table. Tiny, small things make the place more E-n-g-e-l-i-s-h mah...

This is an extra side order after eating cheese-baked! It should be appetizer but it came late, become dessert. It's very heavy. It's many many whipped cream plus 2 scoops of vanilla ice cream. Such sinful thing will never belong to me, this heavy-weighted girl. I only take in whipped cream when it's on top of my ice blended and cakes.


A closed look at my cheese-baked Bolognase pasta. The cheese on top was thick. almost like 1-finger thick!
This is known as- nothing to do, find something to do.
Expressing happy-ness with numeric scale of 5. Now, #1 (so cool!)#2: I am sure something wrong with my eyes. The eyes pointing down. A bit down look.
#3: mouths open widder, more teeth can be seen.
#4: more and more teeth can be seen. maybe the premolars. "mi-mi" eyes. (not me).
#5: Ok, both "mi-mi" eyes! Mouth bigger then the eyes wrinkled at the end. curved upwards. That's the most natural smile of all. So, the conclusion is, the happier you are (me, I am), the better looking of your (or my) smile is!
This is illustrative. They were far from me. Well, that's the fun of going out with whole bunch of girls. More natural and relax. Nobody cares. So, I agree that a hens party is more fun and "wild" and crazy than a "cock"'s party... So, I would want to have a hens party soon, very soon... (Who want to join?)
I told you, see? We did it before we left. Just try. And I believe anything goes wrong, we might be forbidden from the place although our bill comes to RM 200 plus...
**I am looking forward for my next "cheese" visit!
*Members' benefit- 20% discounts on weekday for all Food&Beverages while 10% on weekends and Public Holiday.