Friday, 29 June 2007

No One Loves Me

Why no one sent me a postcard??
Man, i feel so unloved.

Boo lousy friends....

Tuesday, 26 June 2007

Like an Italian

I have decided to move to Italy. Why?

The pasta is good, the men are cute, they give you roses and kisses and sing you songs you cannot understand..

The pizza is still debatable... but the weather urghh..

Am in Florence at the moment, and its 38 degrees celcius.

Maybe Vienna is better, I love dessert.

Thursday, 14 June 2007

Out Of Office AutoReply

Just a short note:

Yes, I passed... I got what I expected. I did not exceed my expectations because I didn't work hard enough. Although I will tell you that this was the hardest I have ever worked, and technically it is, but it was not as hard as the others.

I got my results yesterday. I walked in to find no supervisors, no lecturers, no tutors. They all ran away in case we came in to harrass them.. ehhe..

So I had to do it the hard way: wait for an email.

I got Second Upper Class.. which is a Merit. My marks looked amazing and I am proud of my work this year. I still don't know how they calculate the marks, as count I tried, my average shows a first class average.. so I am still sulking
Oh, I'm going to be away for two weeks. Will survive!

Wednesday, 13 June 2007

Make Up Maketh a Woman

WonderBra sponsored me...

I had my Graduation Ball on Friday. Some how, I'm not a great social creature, and I normally prefer to sit in my room and sulk... However, as I am the treasurer of my graduation ball committee I figured I better make an appearance. After all, we have been preparing for this ball for more than two years now... And there are only 30 members in the class, so anyone not attending would stick out like a sore thumb.
I can scrub up well

The ball was held at SeaMill Hydro in Ayrshire, Scotland. It is on the West Coast of Scotland, facing the Isle of Arran. Due to the warm pacific currents, the West Coast of Scotland is pretty warm and has palm trees by the beach... You would think Scotland is the land of the big freeze and we can't wear anything less than two t-shirts, one sweater and a thick padded jacket with gloves, hat and scarf. Oh no! We still manage to go out in skimpy bits of material. That's why the Scots invented whisky.

SeaMill Hydro,Terrace & Lawn

You would think some one like me, who sits at home all day knitting studying would be able to find some like minded person to sit in the corner with. It was ever so difficult to persuade everyone and anyone to come to my ball with me... Heck, I tried bribery, blackmail, sweet talking, threatening... And NO ONE could come with me. So I bugged my brother. And I bugged him, and bugged him, and blew his house down... And he came with me.


Osbert looking smug

Moral of the story: Take away his toy cow and refuse to let him share your crisps.
Anyways, the ball was a blast. The food was good, and a lot of people got drunk yet happy. I have yet to hear of any incidents or expected due dates. We spent a lot of time taking stupid photographs with the SLR, which can be used for blackmail purposes at a later date.

Foot gummies


Taking the plunge

I slept at 4am, wanting to catch the sunrise... But I was too tired to wait the extra 20 minutes longer. Besides, I wanted to wake up at 8am to play golf.

I think this is a sign, that I am naturally inclined towards golf, and that I shouldn't be working when I am so inclined.
It sure is tiring being beautiful!

Glasgow Caledonian University BSc. (Hons.) Podiatry Class of 2007

Ed Note: I am too lazy to upload any more photos.But I have uploaded half of them in my Bebo account. So go check it out! http://www.bebo.com/Profile.jsp?MyProfile=Y






Monday, 11 June 2007

I have a Brain, my Brain is Green


What Colour is your brain??


Many brains in Kelvingrove Museum...Apparently they are all casts of one man except one.


GREEN
At work or in school: I work best by myself. I like to focus on my ideas until my desire for understanding is satisfied. I am easily bored if the subject holds no interest to me. Sometimes, it is hard for me to set priorities because so many things are of interest.

With friends: I may seem reserved. Although my thoughts and feelings run deep, I am uneasy with frequent displays of emotion. I enjoy people who are interesting and of high integrity.

With family: I am probably seen as a loner because I like a lot of private time to think. Sometimes, I find family activities boring and have difficulty following family rules that don't make sense to me. I show love by spending time with my family and sharing ideas and interests.


Hm, I'm supposed to be cool, calm, collected, inventive and investigative. Analytical and conceptual. Global and perfectionistic...

Man, being perfect is hard!

Remembering To Sit Straight

For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run his/her fingers through it once a day.
For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone.
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone. Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of each of your arms. As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands; one for helping yourself, and the other for helping others.

Thursday, 7 June 2007

My First Interview

You know the part about wanting to retire after graduation?

Well, yours truly has totally messed up this time. I applied for A job, thinking..
'Hey.. I'm not a local, I don't get first priority as they have to protect their own working population, I have no worries.. This interview is just for the experience... I better forget to bring a copy of my CV... so that they can misplace mine and I don't have one to hand them.'

I didn't even bother to apply for a second job, why bother? Just one application is enough... Some more, I applied for a part time post.. ehehe...

So that I can use the rest of my time eating cake and watching my life go by doing charity work... And for the benefit of those who will 'tsk tsk' me, I am going to do my Masters degree...

However, I went for the interview at 9am... By 1pm I got a job. Easy as that...
I didn't know they liked me that much, I didn't even show them my 1st to 3rd year results, my Disclosure Scotland, Malaysian Security Check or that my visa expires in September. I didn't even show them my kopi-o proper 6 year old clean Malaysian Driving Licence! There was no talk about the visas I cannot get because I don't have a student visa... They talked Work Permit... *run around in circles*

Heck, there was no talk of what results I need to achieve to get the job.

I am scared... I will now need to get my ass in gear, find a car, learn to drive (again!!) and find a flat to live in. I hate being thrown out the nest...

I also learnt one thing; Never say Never

I said I would never study Biology, and my degree is Podiatry.
I said I would never work after graduation, and I have a job offer.
I said I would just sit on a beach, never to worry about anything besides what cocktail I was having next... and I am not going to have the time or company to do that with.
I said I would never work in the UK, and look at me now.

I remember when I was younger, how I said that I would not go out with a Mat Salleh or a Singaporean...
I am worried now. Everything I have ever said I wouldn't do seem to come back and bite me.

Does that mean I will never get married?

Monday, 4 June 2007

My Ideal Guy

Miso

I may have mentioned this a hundred zillion times, about how I want to get married.

I will marry myself off if I fail my exams and cannot graduate from university... Since if I fail, I automatically cannot graduate and there are no resits..*pulls hair out*

It's very cheap to marry me.

I wanted to sell my sister for a loaf of bread the other day, cuz I was hungry and did not bring any money out. Then my mum reminded me, how I was going to sell myself for the grand total of 10 Guilders when I was around 9 years old. I think that is worth something like 6 Euros now.. which is 4 British Pounds, or 28 Ringgit Malaysia... Which is still more than a loaf of bread.

See? Dirt cheap right?

Some more, the value of goods normally depreciate...

So I decided to make a list of eligible bachelors, whom I can con persuade to put up with my fickle nature and mad shopping habits marry such a wonderful specimen of the female race.

I started off with the Forbes Rich List..obviously you work downwards. Then onto the older age groups, instead of letting their wills go to waste, I mean, someone less needy. Then working my way around the different criterias such as:-

  • Being able to drive, so I don't have to.
  • Able to cook well, especially my favourite tomato kuaytiaw. Kuching kolo mee and sarawak laksa is a plus and if you can make profiteroles consider yourself in trouble.
  • Help to persuade me that I really need the cute bag in blue and pink and no, the dress doesn't make me look fat and yes, I may have the pretty diamond watch.
  • Pay for the above willingly, automatically and with a smile.
  • Keeps clean, does housework, can make own bed and feed himself.
  • Doesn't make me feel like an idiot, a bimbo or a kid... I am old enough to worry about wrinkles!!

This made the list rather short... which is a pity...

My Ideal Guy

And I can eat him when I'm tired of him. =D

Saturday, 2 June 2007

Whattodo? Whattodo?

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Dad: ' You need to make a decision on what to do with your life.' *Eat peanuts*

Me : ' Er..what?'

Dad: ' You need to decide if you what to be a clinician, or to do other stuff.' *Eat peanuts*

Me : ' I want to do other stuff.'

Dad: ' What other stuff?' * Eat peanuts*

Me : ' I don't know, maybe something else?'

Dad: ' What things?' *Eat peanuts*

Me : ' I guess... I will have to think about it...It's easy to fall straight into clinical work.'

Dad: ' Well, you have to decide what you want to do in the next 3 years, 5 - 10 years.' *Eat peanuts*

Me : ' Oh...'

It isn't easy to make decisions on where to go, what to do and when to jump... While it may be easy to fall straight into clinical work, to just do what you have learnt and practiced for the past four years; I know I do not want to be just a clinician. It may be rewarding to see your patients get better, your clients think you are the most amazing thing after Chocolate and the bosses thinking it's great to employ such effective people for pittance.
I know I am capable of doing other things, that will be able to make a bigger difference, things that may change the world...

I am talking about shopping enough to save the economy.

What do you think?