Some people...

Sample Stalkers (L-R): Bob (Lamby's sidekick), Lamby (The Fifth Sibling), Lambino (Lamby's pet lamb)

I have found out that there are many stalkers who stalk my blog just as much as I stalk theirs. Then a little bird New Best Friend (or was it Co-Best Friend?) from Newcastle told me that I have disabled annoymous comments or something along those lines... Did I? *Looks innocent*

I have fiddled about with the bottons, and I should have enabled commenting by unregistered stalkers... Happy?

You can now tell me how much you love me and adore me. *Big shiny eyes*

Time to go back to my duvet, just in case it starts to question my absence. Adi told me its International Duvet Day. I couldn't agree more.

Cinderella Factor

They don't crown me queen because the crown will mess up my hair

You all know the story about the girl who went to the ball in a pretty dress and nice shoes and had the time of her life and lived happily ever after.

I mean, who hasn't? Unless you were deprived of Disney and Barbie in your formative years or you had evil stepsisters who made you cook and clean and wash the cat.

If I haven't before, I would like to introduce you to my flatmates - Jovy (Room 2), and Geri (Room 4), the person who lives in Room 1 is freaky and eats humans (joking). I live in Room 3, Flat D8... Enough now, I don't need anymore stalkers.

Room 2, Room 3 & Room 4

Back to Cinderella, Jovy had a ball. It wasn't just any old ball... It was more than a colourful, bouncy, plastic ball that made funny noises when you spin it.

It was an Eye Ball.

A nice gooey eyeball... If you watched the latest Pirate of the Caribbean movie you would have noticed that the eyeball was a very important prop!

So Geri and I were very cordially invited to attend the Eye Ball while Jovy sat in the flat and cleaned...haha...

The Eye Ball was held at the Hilton on 29th May, 2007. It was scheduled to start at 7pm. Having attended things like those, I know the importance of arriving on time to facilitate the commence of food servicing. Stupid Idiot Friend of Flatmate (SIFF) was adamant that it wouldn't start until 8.30pm, and refused to let us go straight to the ball.

To cut a long story short, we were short changed, and foul-faced the rest of the evening due to the antics of SIFF. Even make up couldn't make us look like the goddesses we usually are.

We sneaked off to have a chocolate cream puff the toilet a few times to take photographs. I never knew cam-whoring could be so tiring!!! We eventually gave up pretending to sneak to the toilets and just hung about doing stupid stuff.

I wanted to be the matadore, but Jovy made me the bull =.=

I wonder if our feelings are mutual?

Heheh... Bye Bye Jovy's boyfriend.. I win!

Like all proper Cinderellas, we made sure we arrived home before midnight for fear of turning into pumpkins.

Supper was probably better than dinner : Tom Yam Crab Noodles... just typing that is making me drool...

Eight Secrets to Eternal Life/Retiring Young

Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there lived a princess who was beautiful as well as kind. She had skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood and hair as artificially dyed as the next ang moh wannabe. Hahaha… I know people are starting to feel their lunch/dinner/tea break coming up…

Florence tagged me a long time ago, and I have been putting off doing the tag as I don’t like to forward chain mails. It’s not my style, but anyhow, since I have run out of excuses (READ: exam over) and she has repeatedly mentioned that I need not tag anyone else…(My sad excuse was that I don’t have 8 people to tag on) I shall expose the secrets of eternal life of the weird and wonderful.

The rules:
Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
People who are tagged need to write on their own blog eight things about themselves and post these rules.
At the end of your blog entry, you need to choose eight people to tag and list their names.
Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

The Eight Secrets to Being a Successful Retiree
1) I play with my food. Some people may not notice it, while others have reprimanded me for arranging my chips in a cute fish bone shape. This does not apply to cakes, sweets and desserts.
2) I want to retire after graduation. Somehow, I have always wanted to retire after I graduate from university. It has never occurred to me find a job and pay taxes after I finish spending my father’s money.
3) I told my teachers and my friends’ parents that I was going to get married after I finished Form 5. I even got my mum to collaborate with me in the scam. The shocked expression on their faces was well worth the effort.
4) I hate math. I can do it; I just don’t like doing it. My brain works like a calculator, but I just don’t like the idea of doing mathematics as a subject.
5) I can’t spell. Considering that I have gotten the award for English for 4 of the 5 years of secondary school, with one year exception being that I didn’t sit the exam due to absence, that fact is pretty shocking. Yes, I learnt that ‘visit’ had two ‘Is’ in it in Form 2.
6) I don’t like birds or anything with feathers, beaks or claws. They are scary and have the added advantage of being able to fly, which I don’t possess.
7) I am very good at awakening others to the things they desire and convincing them to buy them with no regrets. Somehow, I have yet to convince anyone to buy me a diamond ring. I am still figuring where I went wrong.

Finally, this is probably the weirdest and most wonderful:
8) I am allergic to grass. That green leafy thing that grows on the ground covering great expanses of land. I am also allergic to trees, or so my doctor says and I get a severe inflammatory response with the full redness, itching, swelling, pain and loss of movement due to swelling. I am also allergic to oregano, to a lot of spices which I don’t recall, as well as alcohol. I am intolerant to heat and can get heat exhaustion just from being under the sun for more than 2 hours.

There, with these eight things, you will be able to retire happily. My sister is a testimonial of this. She is retiring when my dad retires, which is when she turns 13 years old.

Over & Out of it

It is done.

O.V.E.R = No more exams... until resits in August.

I don't think I did very well. In fact, I think I did crap.. shit all.. Horrible.. *scream*

I had 4 patients.. and I still cannot remember what Patient 2 had.. I can only remember my management plan. The traumatic experience means my brain has shut it out.

People ask me if I was just really nervous. I wasn't as nervous as I normally get, but I felt that my performance was dire, and not even half as good as my usual exam performance. I will be lucky if I passed. In fact, the reason they asked me all those questions was because I was talking shite and was totally out of it. Everyone else seemed to be able to give shit hot presentations and show off their nice padding and strapping. Maybe my nervousness had gone beyond the threshold for nerves.

Patient one had cancer and deep vein trombosis...But had very little in terms of padding and strapping.. just popped a few seed corns.. bah..

My moment of glory wasn't to be. My amazing management plan for Patient 2 was cut short by LUNCH.. Lunch!! They wouldn't let me finish off my patient and asked me to go off for L.U.N.C.H!! Patient 1 had baby playschool-level padding and strapping... =( how was that going to get me any marks??

Diagnosis exams in the afternoon weren't any better. I had my first ever Polio patient! And another patient with stroke, osteoporosis and osteoarthritis. I couldn't remember how Polio worked, and what affected what in stroke.. Polio was just anterior horn cell infected by virus to me, causing fatigue, asymetrical limb weakness and Leg Length Discrepancy... Apparently not so.. I needed to explain how and where and why it happened.. *scream* All that revision on Polio had no effect.. and the fact that I didn't bother to tell the examiners about Post Polio Syndrome and interprofessional patient management didn't help..

Patient 4 had stroke.. i only knew the 3 types of stroke, and it's Angina Pectoris and the fact that it is due to lack of oxygen in the brain... Don't ask me to name them. I could differentiate it, and also diagnose Osteoarthritis with Rheumatoid Arthritis and the psychological aspects of amputation.. I think that was as far as I got.. At least I did consider the psychological aspects.

I should have just bribed them like everyone else.. Or kissed ass big time.

I told everyone that if I failed my exam, I am just going to get married.

So all those losers who didn't pray hard enough..Beware!

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Amazing Race

Well, it's the last 19 hours before my exam.. Should I be worried? Anxious?Freaking out? I don't know, because of late, my mind has been blank, my conscience has been bugging me to study and my heart just doesn't care.

And I am worried because I am not worried... You get it?

I should be studying in my room, like my flatmate.. But I am out and about, happily shopping till the cows come home... *cow comes into flat*

It was just an hour ago, that it hit me...

Shit.. exams in 20 hours...

*die die die*

*runs around in circles*

I know I am perfectly capable of doing my best, and that I work better when I am calm and collected and I can use my otherwise underused brain to figure things out. But my overactive kepo-ness has calculated that this 6-hour exam is worth 25% of my final degree classification. And my dad's words keep resounding in my head:'You did 4 hours revision only today?'

I know he means well, and he says it doesn't matter what degree classification I get. But I also know that I am capable of the best. I guess its just a matter of how much I want it, and how much I am willing to give for it.

Looking at the time I have left.. Not a lot.

Wish me luck, and please pray that I have the wisdom to do the right things and give the best I can for the glory of God.

Go.. Pray!!

Chicken or Egg?

I have always wondered how language evolves, and who copy-catted who in terms of phases and common expressions.

I mean, how did 'bullshit' mean the same as 吹牛, which literally means 'blow cow'?

Maybe some smart ass person had to translate for some big shot politician and wanted to sound more polite:

Big Shot: This contact is bullshit! Don't mess with me! Do you think you can get away with it?!
Translator: 这个合同是胡说! 不要弄乱我! 你是否认为你能逃脱它？!

Bah! how boring can web translators get?

Actual Human Translator: 这个合约是吹牛的! 不要玩我! 你以为你可以逃走吗?
Literal Meaning: This contact is blow cow of! Don't play me! You think you can run away morphine?

In my browsings, I found 吗 can mean Morphine as well as be used as a question tag.

Random Thought:

Why does my brain feel so fluffy and clean? Devoid of all knowledge and wit?

I just know that my period pains are killing me, if not my inadequate revision.

7 Days

It is now 7 days till my Final Exam.
They call it a Final Test of Competence. =(
In fact, I don't feel very competent at all. I mean, all 4 years worth of work, all those blood, sweat and tears... is summed up in ONE exam.

Theoretically it's more than one exam, it's a series of exams that are carried out on the same day in two sessions, where we are expected to be able to complete a whole host of things like diagnosing, history taking, assessing biomechanical abnormalities, good clinical skills, patient communication skills, management skills... taking into account the whole medical, surgical, and drug history... In fact, we are supposed to know just about everything and anything, including what the pills the poor old dear popped for "her heart, hen" will do to her.

The one thing that scares me, is when I complete my clinical work, finish my presentation and have given my management plan and prognosis: That awkward moment, when they decide if they should ask you another question to maybe give you some 'bonus points'...

"Tell me, what is the difference between the 3 types of chlorohexadine used in clinic?"

*I shall go shoot myself now*

Wish me loads of luck, wisdom and patience. Give me encouragement and support so that one day when you are old and hobbling about on those old feet, you know there is a qualified podiatrist sitting under the banana tree waiting to console you!

World Record

I set a record yesterday.
I did not sleep for 42 hours . The 90 min nap in the bus at 4pm wed doesn't count as I have the tendency to doze off in moving vehicles... In fact, you could kidnap me, bundle me off in the car, and I would kick and scream for five minutes before dozing off.

Anyways, back to the topic...
I had two courseworks to hand in on Tuesday 1pm, so being the diligent and organised person that I was, I finished one on Monday night, and wrote out the other one until 4am. Then I went to bed, as I thought i could finish typing up my business plan in 3 hours on tuesday morning (It was due Tuesday 1pm).

After consulting my coursemates, I realised I could get an extension for it up to 24 hours with no given reason. So why suffer? I got my extension and went to the pub...hehe..

I came back and went back to work and didn't finish until 9am Wednesday. I didn't know 12 pages of scribbles done in 3 hours can amount to 31 pages!

Then there was the horrible and stupid technological glinch..
It took me 6 computers in 3 lab, 2 CDs and a total of 2 hours to write the business plan into the CD. I was not a happy bunny, in fact, I think I looked absolutely menacing, not to mention shitty faced due to lack of sleep.

I made a calculated decision to skip the extra tutorial in the afternoon to go shopping run some errands and I almost missed my bus back to Aberdeen!
Running or even attempting to walk briskly does make me feel old! Argh!

I finally went to bed at 2am Thurs and am bright eyed and bushy tailed after my 100 year 12 hour slumber!

Good genes don't give you dark circles. I have my parents to thank for that! :)

Chronicology of Record (Number of hours dedicated to activity):
20 hours - Business Plan
3 hours - fumbling with technology
2 hours - sitting in pub
2 hours - talking to old woman on the bus
2 hours - surfing the net
1.5 hours - unsuccessful fight with tendency to sleep
1.5 hours - eating at various times
30 mins - sitting in the tube
30 mins - looking for tshirts in Glasgow Uni
30 mins - deciding I like Alexander McQueen's My Queen *hint* & the new Channel Chance summer (I think it is, cuz the bottle is the same, but the perfume is green)
30 mins - running about to pick up my things to catch my bus
15 mins - packing my bag
10 secs - unpacking my bag
5 secs - waving to driver of a bus driving by

Grand total : 34 hours 15 mins 5 secs

The other hours were fluffed away and swept under the carpet. Please don't ask me what I did becuase I am too old to remember things like that!

Cherry Blossoms are pretty

I have trees in my garden.
(It's an understatement, I know, but I'm just stating the obvious)

To keep those trees pretty and so that we won't lose a huge deposit put on the house, we have to maintain those trees.

But I am allergic...

Anyways, those trees include some cherry blossoms! :)

However, due to the vibrant nature of the plants in the garden, and the fact that no-matter-how-you-trim-them-every-day-they-won't-die*urgh!* those lovely pretty flowering trees are kinda squished by the over enthusiastic other plants.
(Like other woman kind of other)

Anyways, we took some photos and I looked crap.

So yesterday we were driving about since we had nothing to do and too much petrol in the car, and saw all the pretty cherry blossoms about Aberdeen.

Being absolutely kiasu, we decided to take pictures of the proper nice cherry blossoms and post them up as our own trees. Hahahaha...

But when we went today..

The wind had blown most of the pinkish stuff away =.=

Stupid wind.. Spoil my day *glares at wind*

Polling Day

Today is Polling Day in Scotland... I think the rest of the United Kingdom has some form of election thingy, but that's none of my business.
I am more concerned that TODAY is the first time I have ever voted...
(Voting for Interact Club president doesn't count)

Anyways, since my dad had so considerately remembered to register me with the Electorate, (After forgetting to do so at the last election, but never mind) I had the wonderful opportunity to make the people suffer for my decisions choose my Scottish Member of Parliament wisely.

So I trouped along to the local polling point and got my ballot papers, I wanted to pretend to be my brother since they wouldn't know any difference with all those Chinese names, but being the honest and upright person I am, I decided to be Stella Chai..
(I do like my name mum, though Mango might have been cooler)

My mum came to vote with me, as did Oswald and Olivia. Unlike the polling stations in Malaysia where there are hordes of people milling about outside and making a racket; it was very organised and peaceful. Maybe because it was 9pm already. heheh!

We got our ballot papers (yay!) and there were two, one for the local Aberdeen Council Member and the other for the Scottish Parliament (which was half orange and half purple, no prizes for guessing which half i liked more). We got an explanation of where to tick cross out with [X] and where to pick first, second and subsequent choices... I didn't know elections were so complicated!

So while I was very diligently playing Inny Minny Moe with mine, my mum suddenly popped her head over to my side of the cubicle (which was there to protect voter anonymity) and asked me which party I chose =.=

The Aberdeen Council Member list was pretty cool though! My neighbour was standing for it!
And the guy never came over to buy our votes tell us! What a shame, I was tempted to write next to his name 'I know where you live' But that wouldn't have made a difference as it had his address on it (That was how we knew he was standing for it)

We also took some photos (So touristy!) and posed with our ballot papers haha.. Maybe when I can figure out how to retrieve them from the phone I will post them up!

So there was our five seconds of citizen empowerment!
I do hope the party I voted for wins! It wouldn't make a difference to me anyway... But to know that you have played a part in making the debate in the lovely Parliament building in Holyrood all the more boring is a comforting thought!

Maybe they might let me vote in Malaysia the next time round.

UPDATE: The party I voted for didn't win, but the Scottish National Party(the one looking for an independent Scotland) took majority. I am still not sure if my neighbour won.

Three Things

3 things I would do if I were PM of Malaysia :
1. Make Podiatry a course in a Malaysian University
2. Allow free speech and free trade
3. Enforce a more transparent government and build a more market driven, democratic and winners-rule-losers-die society.. I can't remember what kind it's called
(So much for my Business Studies award eh)

3 things I would do if I were President of the US :
1. Stop pushing everyone else about
2. Do something about my weakening dollar
3. Make obesity illegal

3 things I would do if I were my mother :
1. Feed my children
2. Make them go tuition everyday and learn every unfathomable subject including the triangle
3. Hire a driver so that I don't have to pick my kids up and can go shopping everyday and not worry about parking spaces

3 things I would do if I were a polar bear :
1. Act cute
2. Act cute so that other polar bears will catch fish for me
3. Dye my fur purple because I can

3 things I would do if I were a "famous" Malaysian Blogger :
1. Make loads of money from my fame and get tons of freebies
2. Gate crash on Rain (The cute Korean actor *drool*) and make him go out with me
3. Marry a rich man

3 things I would do if I were a DVD seller :
1. Pack DVDs in nice cases and fob them off as originals twice the price
2. Sell only at lunch time, 'kopi' time or any other time the Piracy enforcement people are eating/drinking
3. Get some one else to sell the DVDs while I sit with the Piracy enforcement people for coffee and cake
(hm, it didn't say if I was an illegal one or not..but I would just assume I am!)

3 things I would do if I owned a cafe :
1. Use nice cutlery and china
2. Serve only cake and dessert, oh! and tomato kuay tiaw
3. Employ cute waiters and make them wear cute aprons

3 things I would do if I owned a mamak stall :
1. Serve tomato kuay tiaw and mango lassi
2. Deliver to food deprived boarding school kids
3. Poison my rival mamak stall owners (joking...honest!)

3 things I would do if I were God :
1. Make every woman happy with herself
2. Make every man appreciate women as they are
3. Make cake grow on trees and let everyone not get allergic to grass

Labour Day = work harder!

Yay! My dissertation is done and dusted! :)
There was a minor glitch and i felt like shreading it and using it as rabbit pen straw thingy... you know what i mean...
But, it is over!
I now have to finish my business plan and diabetes coursework... Bahh.....

Anyways, back to Labour Day.. why is it called Labour Day when it's supposed to be a day off for employees? It should be called N0-Work Day, or Holi Day or Get-Paid-To-Not-Work Day..

hahahahaha