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As today is our blog's 2nd Birthday, I've decided to take the opportunity to move on this auspicious occasion. We can now be found HERE :) Please update your links and bookmarks. Sorry for the inconvenience. Take care, everyone! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE CYANIDE-JEL FACTOR!

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What happened this morning (SMSes)... CN- : Eh... it's our factorz bday today! Jel : Really?Are u sure? CN- : Yr 1st post is 2day's date la..How?celeb?hehe Jel : Haha.so its 2 years old.cool :D CN- gave Jel a missed call. (a miss call signifies OK in CN/Jel language) So... HAPPY 2nd BIRTHDAY, dear blog!! *stroke blog* (Gerard's style) We're so sorry we forgot about your birthday. :( But

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My parents - apart from bringing me into this world, feed me, clothe me, educate me and play their parenting roles the best they can for some gruelling 23 years (and more to come), they teach me an unspoken lesson over and over again, sometimes without even realising it. They taught me patience and they still do. Patience... a value so difficult to grasp that sometimes it baffles me how one can

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Here's the conclusion of the short story... I had worked on the case for two weeks and was sitting in the Heathrow Airport, anxiously awaiting my flight to return to Haley’s side. The plane had just touched down less than a minute when my cellphone rang. "Hello?" I picked up. "Ray! Thank God you picked up! You have to get to the hospital, quick! Room 407! Haley’s failing!" came the

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In my previous post, I thought the haze was at its max then. I was at PJ when the 'haze emergency' was declared. When I went back to Klang later at night, my room was smelling like someone had just had a barbaque party there! I packed all my neccessities and left the area for clearer airs at SJ. Finally, I can breathe at about 16 breaths per minute. This morning the air looked pretty good.

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Here is the third part of the story... What I saw nearly gave me a heart attack. Haley was diagnosed with leukaemia! I dropped the test results to the floor and stood up. I stared at her, my mouth wide open. Memories of my mother flooded me and as I looked at Haley, I saw my mother. Worse yet, I saw death. In an attempt to comfort her and myself, I sat on her bed and hugged her as she cried on

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Pelabuhan Kelang, SELANGOR - 529* Petaling Jaya, SELANGOR - 349* Country Heights, Kajang, SELANGOR - 189* Shah Alam, SELANGOR - 371* Kuala Selangor, SELANGOR - 531* Kuala Lumpur, W.PERSEKUTUAN - 321* Putrajaya, W.PERSEKUTUAN - 364* 0-50 Baik / Good 51-100 Sederhana / Moderate 101-200 Tidak Sihat / Unhealthy 201-300

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The haze has finally hit its worse today. To think that I thought that yesterday was bad. Today, I can barely breathe without being in respiratory distress! My eyes water, my nose is runny and my throat feels so crap. Yeah, I know I sound whiny but this is a fact. The air here in Klang is just so damn polluted. I heard the Air Pollution Index (API) here has reached over 400! Oh why won't it just

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Found this in my inbox... Why Malaysian Government insists on using English for math and science? This is because the whole world uses the language as an information and/or technology language. How dangerous it will be if we try to use Bahasa, especially in school. See example below. Hardware = barang keras Software = barang lembut Joystick = batang gembira Plug and play = cucuk dan main

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This is the next installment of the short story written by my lil' sis, Splash. Walking into my office, I was greeted with a pleasant surprise in the shape of my firm partners, Micah Tong and Zachary Tyler. Zachary was sitting in my chair, facing the window and standing beside him was Micah. They both turned around to face me. It was really rare that for once, all three of us were free at the

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This is the first installment of a short story written by my lil' sis, Splash. “I’m sorry, Ray. You should have come earlier. Mum just died two minutes ago.” My sister whispered softly to me. I was standing in the hallways of the General Hospital, outside my mother’s hospital room. 407. I fingered the number. Two minutes?? Two?? Argh!! What sort of idiot misses seeing his own mother for the last

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Your Career Type: Artistic You are expressive, original, and independent. Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts, music, or art. You would make an excellent: Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer Dancer - DJ - Graphic Designer Illustrator - Musician - Sculptor The worst career options for your are conventional

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The new batch of med students who entered UM this year are getting more and more fortunate. The so-called ragging orientation has been so toned down and shortened, that they only lived miserable lives for about 3 weeks. 3 years back, our sufferings lasted 2 whole months! This ragging orientation thingy, as much as this SOMEBODY tries to get rid of it once and for all, will always be there. This

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A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on the end of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one

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Because we do not know when we will die, We come to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet, everything seems to happen only a small number of times, A very small number, really. How many more times will you remember A certain afternoon of your childhood, An afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being That you cannot even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four, five times more?

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I never was a Star Wars fan. I've only watched snippets of episode 1 as well as bits and pieces of episodes 4-6. My favourite has always been R2-D2 ;) He's It's so cute!

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The Malaysian Medical Resources has just started a forum for medical students. This is a great place for Malaysian medical students, both studying locally or overseas, to voice their opinions, make a friend or two, as well as to exchange thoughts and tips. For it to be a success, it will need more members to get it going. Come on, join the fun and sign up now! ;) Click HERE to register! Click

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When the CSMU de-recognisation thingy first appeared in the newspapers, I was still stuck in the jungles of Malacca. I only managed to read about it after I returned. It seems to be a really hot topic these days, with politicians arguing among themselves, students and doctors debating in the Malaysian Medical Resources, as well as angry parents writing in to the newspapers etc. Frankly, in my

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I know it's hard I know it sucks Though I may not fully comprehend the entire pain of it all Just remember that we are all behind you Supporting you all the way Don't ever give up Sooner or later Things will get better And the sun will start shining again... Do take care of yourself. We are all worried about you. Will keep you in our prayers, always...

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During my school days, I used to love the 'lawatan sambil belajar' trips we had once in a blue moon. This past 1 week, I had an overdose of them, as I have mentioned in the previous posts. Anyway, we had the opportunity to visit the Farm's Best factory, where they slaugther and process chicken. According to them, they supply chicken to all the fast food chains in Malaysia except KFC, which is

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I wouldn't say that I didn't learn anything from the CRP. So far, after visiting the rural areas and observing kampung life, I've learn to appreciate town life and not take things for granted. Nowadays, the kampung isn't as ulu as it used to be, as the toilets are no longer a pit in the ground, they have piped water, and almost all houses have TV, even Astro. However, the garbage collection in

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I am back in civilisation, for the weekend. I will have to return to Malacca on Sunday for another week of the CRP. I have decided to rename CRP as the Completely Ridiculous Project. What's so ridiculous, you ask? Well, apart from the rural health survey we had to carry out, we also had a couple of field visits to various sites of so-called importance to environmental health. These have so far

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Both CN- and I are currently busy with CRP. What is CRP? It actually stands for Community Residency Project, but to me, it stands for Completely Redundant Project. I would rather have a real holiday break. Anyway, what happens is, we're all divided into 5 groups and posted to 5 different station around the peninsular, where we will survey the health status of the rural community there. It's a 4

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I was at my ex-music school's bass and electric guitar audition this morning, as my younger sister was scheduled to perform as one of the senior students. Sitting initially at the last row, I watched as the students prepared themselves to perform, some being their very first time, while others were seasoned performers. It was arranged that the newer students performed first, saving the best for

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I first read about this tagging game at IreneQ's. Thought it was rather cute. Anyway, I was tagged by Silencers so I'm supposed to choose 5 out of this long list... If [Reader] could be a scientist If [Reader] could be a farmer if [Reader] could be a musician If [Reader] could be a doctor If [Reader] could be a painter If [Reader] could be a gardener If [Reader] could be a missionary If [Reader]

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Last weekend, when I left the hospital on Saturday, I heard a lot of gun shots from all over the hospital compound. Sounded like a mini-war zone. I later found out that those people were shooting gagak (crows). I guess they are called gagak because they often emit this irritating ga..ga..gak.. sound. Anyway, as both CN- and I have grumbled about before, Klang is simply infested with crows,

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When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, When the road you're trudging seems all up hill, When the funds are low and the debts are high, And you want to smile, but you have to sigh, When care is pressing you down a bit, Rest if you must, but don't quit. Life is queer with it's twists and turns, As every one of us sometimes learns, And many a fellow turns about, When he might have won had he

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Time sure flies. I haven't been able to take a breather and blog for the past few weeks and I just read the last post CN- wrote about me not being able to expectorate, which in simple language means that I am not able to spit out my phlegm! I've always heard my brother clearing his throat and spitting out some goo into the sink every now and then. I think almost everyone knows how to do that.

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J : *cough-cough-cough!!* C : Gosh, what happened to you? You sound horrible. J : (raspy voice) Persistent URTI (upper respiratory tract infection) for more than a week now. Must be some super virulent strain of bacteria. Couldn't kill it even after 3 courses of different antibiotics. ARGH!! *cough-cough*... *gag* C : Gee... what now? J : *gag* *cough!!* ... C : For God's sake, spit it out

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Since this is gonna be a long weekend, there is a mass movement of homo sapiens from KL to their respective hometowns either up north or down south the "tapioca" of Malaysia. As always, this is well reflected in the congested North-South highway. Even the emergency lane was clogged up. The usual me would have complained about the traffic, the people, the highway lanes, the weather, the heat,

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Found this interesting fwd in my inbox... Before you go on reading this, those of you who never heard of the story of Noah and the Ark may want to first get a glimpse of the original story. Once, the world was so corrupted and stained with sin that God was disgusted with it. However He delighted in His one and only faithful servant Noah, who obeyed God and live his life according to His

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As medical students, besides arming ourselves with medical knowledge and honing clinical skills in the hospital wards, we are expected to be able to communicate effectively with our patients and their family members. Initially communication with a perfect stranger truly makes one feel weird and unnatural. Sometimes it could get so awkward that you almost forgot how to smile without looking like a

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A fowarded email... Operator: Thank you for calling Pizza Hut. May I have your national ID number? Customer: Hi, I'd like to place an order. Operator: I must have your national ID number first, sir. Customer: My national ID number, yeah, hold on, eh, it's 6102049998-45-54610. Operator: Thank you Mr Sheehan. I see you live at 1742 Meadowland Drive, and the phone number is 494-2366. Your

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Hurry, hurry...the search is out. How many Avril Lavigne song titles can you pick up from this verse of sajak below? Nobody's home so I slipped away I'm losing grip when I'm with you Don't tell me he wasn't a sk8ter boi I always get what I want and I'm nobody's fool I've forgotten the things I'll never say How does it feel to be naked, unwanted and to freak out together? My world is

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One week of Paedatric posting has passed. Frankly, I'm actually quite burnt out from the continuous change from once posting to another with no break in between. When I first saw the schedule, systematically laid out for the next 8 weeks, I nearly fainted. It was so darn full and there were even teaching sessions on Saturdays! Now I'm left with one-day-weekends. How sad. Demoralised, I walked

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Last night I barely slept as I was attacked by a swarm of mosquitoes and spent the entire night scratching away. Ridsect goodnight liquid was totally useless as the turnover of mosquitoes flying in and out was absurdly high. Later, after pondering awhile, I figured that I was feeding the entire block's mosquitoes as I was one of the sole residents in hostel last night. Most people went home after

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Yippee!! I've finally finished my Primary Care Medicine and Obstetrics & Gynaecology End of Posting (EoP) exam!! Two postings down, another three to go for this academic year. A big lolly for me! (quoting Gerrard again) Life in clinical sucks you know. Every posting is 8 weeks long. We spend the 1st 2 weeks being blur and lost, the following 4 weeks running around and trying to learn something

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The Resume of Jesus Christ Address: Ephesians 1:20 Phone: Romans 10:13 Website: The Bible. Keywords: Christ, Lord, Savior and Jesus Hello. My name is Jesus -The Christ. Many call me Lord! I've sent you my resume because I'm seeking the top management position in your heart. Please consider my accomplishments as set forth in my resume. Qualifications I founded the earth and established the

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Once again, the STPM results are out. 252 students scored 5As. 9 top scorers. As my friend puts it, how can there be more than one top? Can a table have many tops? The top is the highest point of something. 9 tops? Doesn't quite make sense, does it? (Ok..I'm just crapping...) Anyway, I bet once again, there will be tons of people wanting to do medicine. The FIGHT for a place to study this super

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When I first watched a video of a woman in labour during my Form 6 Biology class, I remember being grossed out and vowing never to give birth. All I recalled from then was the huge amount of blood gushing out after the baby comes out. However, 4 years down the road, I've kinda forgotten about it. Last Friday I was assigned to observe at the labour ward at HTAR. The first thing I saw when I

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Funny how after declaring a hiatus, I have an increase urge to blog. Before that, I had been having "blogger's block" :P Anyway, I'm currently in my O&G posting, and have been seeing tons of pregnant ladies and pregnant tummies the past one week. I found this post by A.Z Haida in her blog Look Again, which vividly tells of her experience, suffering from Hyperemesis Gravidarum (HG). It's a

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This would be CN-'s study table on a typical day... And this would be Jel's study table on a typical day... A vast difference, eh? ;) CN- is the type who always closes her books after reading and then proceeds to slot them back into place or arrange them perpendicular to the edge of the table. She can never understand how on earth I locate my stuff or study on such a messed up table...

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Both CN- and I have decided to declare an indefinite hiatus from blogging due to overwhelming stress of studies etc. We will still occasionally blog when we can, but not as frequently as before. If there are any new posts, we will advertise it on the Project Petaling Street (PPS) ;) Take care, everyone...

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I came over to Dobbs's place with the hope of reformating my very ill and dying notebook only to discover to my horror that I forgot to bring the most essential thing - the power cable. It's like forgetting to bring the heart of my computer. What a stupid thing to do. Now I will have to wait 'til next week. Maybe it's a sign that I should spend less time using the computer and focus on my

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What is time? Time is a profound entity. An entity that moves at its own pace. Its own steady pace. Regardless of whether we like it or not. However, it's confined only to this physical world. It is finite, yet relative. Time passes slowly when you are suffering. Time flies when you are enjoying. What is slow? One hour? Two perhaps? A day? A week? A month? A year? Many years? Many many

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A few weeks before going home for Chinese New Year, I went to the night market just behind the hospital. There was this nice lady selling flowers, and somehow I was convinced to purchase a pot for RM8. I chose a pot of purple flowers and proudly displayed it outside my room. I hardworkingly watered it twice a day, once before going to class in the morning, and once more before going to bed. When

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Almost every SMS greeting I received ended with "happy eating", "have fun eating", "eat all you can", blah blah blah... Is EATING all there is to Chinese New Year? Sadly, I have to admit that it is one of the main agenda of this season. Since I came home a week ago, I've been fed and stuffed to the max. I am not just eating more than usual, but I'm perpetually eating all day round! Back in

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Once again, Chinese New Year is back. The season of over-eating, over-drinking and over-gambling. Not to forget over-heating. After a week of CNY festivities, I'm left with mouth ulcers, a bloated stomach and a sore throat. The worse thing is, CN- and I have a test on Tuesday, the 15th and I'm yet to start studying for it. I guess I should be studying now, instead of blogging but...ah well :P

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This Chinese New Year, I've been such a good girl enduring much without complaining. I went through 3 days of being one of the common subject of talk among relatives. I robotically answered the never-ending questions about when I'm gonna graduate and what will I specialise in after my MBBS. I listened patiently as relatives and friends try to convince me to specialise on certain medical fields

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CN- and Jel wish Happy Chinese New Year to all readers!! *fire crackers explosions* ... and wishing you "year year got fish" and "ten thousand things like jade". (For those of you who could not understand what the above means, please check with your Chinese educated friends so that they can provide you with the actual meaning of the proverbs) Last but not least, where are our angpows

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I finally had the chance to sample the KFC OR fillet burger this evening. After hearing the adverts on Hitz.fm for the past 1 week, I just had to try it. Apparently, the burger is worth insuring as it is SOOOOO nice that one might just steal it. Hrrrmmph. What the advert did not say, was that it was a mini fillet burger. The picture of it on the board was the same size as the Zinger! No wonder it

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I was in CN-'s room when I suddenly smelt this familiar smell - the fog of the Aedes killers. (Doesn't this sound like a musical piece or something? e.g. the flight of the bumble bee...) Anyway, after bugging her for long enough, I decided to depart back to my room. From the corridor, I managed to snap a shot of the fogging process. I wonder why they only fogged that drain? Let's go back

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Last night, I had one of the most horrible sleep ever. I think it was due to the black sleeveless t-shirt I was wearing as well as for the fact that I forgot to switch on the Ridsect mosquito mat thingy. I was practically scratching myself crazy the whole night. Woke up this morning in a total blur with scratch marks and swollen macules all over my poor body. What a way to start a new posting.

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Found this in my mailbox... Dress Code It is advised that you come to work dressed accordingly to your salary. If ! we see you wearing Prada shoes and carrying a Gucci bag, we assume you are doing well financially and therefore do not need a raise. If you dress poorly, you need to learn to manage your money better, so that you may buy nicer clothes, and therefore do not need a raise. !

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Time sure flies. We've both finished our 1st posting...and after a 2-day break weekend, it's off to the next one. I will be moving on to Primary Care Medicine(PCM) and later to Obstetrics and Gynaecology in the next 8 weeks while CN- will be having "fun" with the kids, in Paedatric posting. I guess it will be my turn to see bleeding vaginas and later decide NOT to give birth too. Haha. I will

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Actually this was typed on Wednesday, 26th Jan, 10.30 pm. I couldn't upload it any sooner, so this is a little back-dated. To my surprise CN- has also posted on them crows, so I was wondering if I should still upload this post since it's a little redundant...but then again...these birds are really irritating..so here goes... Pigeon and Crows. Grey and Black. Two types of bird that I have

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A few days ago, I came across this young final year college student coming to the health clinic complaining of vomitting, generalised abdominal pain, postural dizziness and 6 weeks of amenorrhea (absent menstrual period). After all that history taking, physical examination and lab investigations (urine pregnancy test), she was proven pregnant. She confided to me that her boyfriend has left to

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Yesterday, after watching TV3's Family Man from 6 - 7 pm, I suddenly decided to hold a feast outside my room at the corridor. Since I'm living at the end of the block, I technically own the corner lot, along with the abundant corridor space. Therefore I kidnapped a desk from the common room and planted it outside my room to serve as the dining table. My guest comprised only of CN- as PPC was

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There's something about Klang that makes it different or rather, unique from many towns or cities. Apart from its famed "ba kut teh" (a chinese delicacy of pork and herbs served in a claypot) and seafood and a high population of Indians that makes you feel like you're in Little India, it's next main residents are crows. Yeah, those huge, black birds which caw day in day out till you wish you can

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These days, I spring upright on my bed only to realise that I'm late - AGAIN. As usual, I've subconsciously shut off my alarm clock some half an hour before and went back to slumberland. I groggily get out of the bed, grab my toiletries and open my room door only to be invited by pitch darkness of the early morning sky. After cleaning myself in a daze, I literally swallow my breakfast (if there's

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Hey peeps... got this interesting fowarded email from a friend and thought some of you might enjoy it too... You Know You're Malaysian When... You complain about the quality of the pirated DVD you just purchased. "What, RM10 for DVD5?! Aiyah, boss ... sound no good, cheaperlah ..." You're willing to consume sambal petai and durian and gladly suffer the bloating and wind-breaking

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Found this in my mailbox... For attractive lips, speak words of kindness. For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others. To lose weight, let go of stress, hatred, anger, discontentment, and the need to control others. To improve your ears, listen to the Word of God. For poise, walk with knowledge and self-esteem. To strengthen your

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Rizal Shahputra, a 20 year-old man from Aceh, was the 2nd survivor picked up in Malaysian waters. He was found clinging on to a tree trunk, after floating at sea for more than a week. He survived on rain water, coconut water, packets of maggi mee and leaves. He spent 2 days on the Japanese-owned ship before it arrived at Port Klang. He was then hospitalised at HTAR, Klang. Yesterday, after

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CN- and I have been missing in action for quite awhile. A thousand apologies. The past 3 entries were typed as the stated dates and saved on my notebook quite some time ago, but I couldn't upload it as the computer lab was closed during the weekend. 4 weeks have past and life is still as hectic as ever, for me that is. However, we did managed to take a short break to celebrate the new year.

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Itadakimasu! Happy 2005 everyone! Doesn't my new year lunch look delicious? Hehe..homemade roommade Nissin Spicy Noodles... ;)

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Last night, PPC, NC and I dashed to the IKEA sale after class to get some essential stuff as well as some unnecessary cool stuff. Oh what glee! Almost everything was on sale! Prices were slashed up to more than 50%. Just the perfect gimmick to encourage money wasting. In the end, we had a full trolley of stuff. After shopping until we almost dropped, we proceeded to Damansara Utama

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I know this is a little late, but better late than never. Let's all observe a moment of silence and say some prayers in respect of the victims of the tsunami disaster. May God grant their families the strength to continue living despite their sorrows and lost. Tsunami is a Japanese word meaning "tidal wave". It is usually one of those things we read about that happen in other countries or

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I just came back from the usual house to house visiting and carolling. This year, like last year, I retired from joining my church's youth group on their carolling "tour". I started carolling when I was in standard 6, and after about 8 years of carolling, I've somehow got the lyrics of those caroles embeded somewhere in my subconcious, to the extend that I had no trouble joining in the singing,

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It suddenly dawned upon me that Christmas is just next week. Usually, around this time of the year, I would be excitedly running around, shopping for presents, sending greeting cards, buying new clothes, practicing for carolling and "Christmas Night"...but this year, all that seem to be non-existent. What happened? Why not, this year? I guess the start of clinical in Klang sort of left me

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Phew...our 2nd week in Klang just ended. CN- was down with flu throughout most of the week, so it was rock bottom for her. As for me, it was still hectic, but at least I'm starting to get used to the schedule. 2 days ago, I finally took blood from 2 live patients. Before this, I've only done it on the mannequin arm. At least my hand has stopped trembling from the shock of the accident. Hah,

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Had a string of stressful events for the past one week, and today was the peak of it all. I was on my way to church this morning when a BMW suddenly stopped to turn right at a double line. I applied my brakes and managed to stop just inches behind it. 2 seconds later, a Mitsubishi Storm rammed into my behind causing me to lurch forward and hit the car in front. Conclusion, my poor Proton was

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Do you ever feel like breaking down? Do you ever feel out of place? Like somehow you just don't belong And no one understands you Do you ever wanna runaway? Do you lock yourself in your room? With the radio on turned up so loud That no one hears you screaming [pre-chorus] No you don't know what it's like When nothing feels all right You don't know what it's like To be like me [

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I am so so tired. For the past few days, I've been having seminars from 8 am - 12 pm and lectures at 2-4 pm. On top of that, we've gotta clerk the patients allocated to us, which therefore can only be done in the evening or at night, when we're free. Due to my terrific incompetence, I take freaking long to do so. Most of it was spent giving the patient a stupid smile while trying to remember

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CN- was supposed to blog about this, but since she is still too caught up with chatting, e-mailing and goodness knows what, I lost the battle...therefore here I am giving an account of our shopping fiasco last night :P Yesterday, after moving MORE stuff into our overcrowded little twin-sharing rooms, we realised that we needed EVEN MORE stuff. So we decided to hop by Tesco to get our

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Today is the first day of classes in Klang. To begin with, I had a rather rude awakening. We were supposed to have a briefing by the dean at 10 am, so I set my alarm for 9.15 am. At 8.45 am, my roommate shook me awake telling me that my group's gotta meet our doctor at 9.00 am. WTH? I screamed, jumped out of bed, and sped to the seminar room in semi-consciousness... The briefings were rather

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This is the consequence of watching 22 episodes of Naruto, all in one day...

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If you do not know me by now, I do talk a lot of nonsense - in blog as well as in real life. All my friends have already gotten used to this fact about me. But it's worrisome when they sometimes decide to take my nonsense the serious way... After a late night show yesterday with my best friend JN, we returned to her place in Kelana Jaya tired but still chatting away happily. As we were

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I once created a "How well do you know ME" quiz for my friends on tickle.com, and one of the 20 questions goes like this.. Would I rather be the driver or the passenger? A. Driver. I love the wheel... (11) B. Passenger (1) C. Makes no difference. As long as I get there... (6) D. I don't have a driving license (0) The numbers in the brackets indicate the breakdown of answers from the 18

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When Bingo, my pet dog was first accepted into our household as "another family member", we all agreed that she was a bundle of mischief. It was a known fact that every puppy is cute AND destructive - chewing, biting and tearing up anything within their sight and reach. But Bingo was more than that... she was a "little devil" and a perpetual "rubbish bin". Not only did she destroy anything from

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As CN- has mentioned, we have officially moved to Klang. PJ is no longer our home for the next 10 months or so. Boo hoo hoo :( While cleaning under the bed, desk, and drawers in my new room...many treasures were found. Among those were... 1. A lot of dirt and dustballs 2. Tons of hair; long, short, curly 3. RM 1.90, loose change 4. Squashed up notes 5. A dead cockroach 6. A broken pen

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This was typed on Thursday, 25th November 2004, 1.05pm Everyone has dreams in life. I'm sure all of us do. I have 2 main dreams in life. One is to play competitive basketball and the second is to perform in a live band. The first of my dreams has already been fulfilled in my 1st year of Medical school when I represented my hostel in the SUKMUM (Sukan UM). Mind you, I had no prior basketball

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Logically, an average Moving Day could only squeeze you dry of your entire physical strength leaving you like a rag doll at the end of the day. I had an average Moving Day today - carting boxes, suitcases, hand-carry bags, a DIY cabinet and shelf, and pails from PJ to my new home in Klang; carrying/dragging/pushing/kicking/pulling all of that down 2 storeys, up to the rented truck, down again

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Today: We're gonna pull our hair up into ponytails, dressed in shirts and shorts, carting a broom, rubbish pan, mop, floor cleaner, pails and rags all the way from PJ to Klang for our new rooms' first ever SPRING CLEAN. The reason - we're moving in our stuff/crap by tomorrow and that's what you normally do before you actually shift right? No? Well, I'm confused about this coz some of the guys I

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Dare You To Move Welcome to the planet Welcome to existence Everyone's here Everyone's here Everybody's watching you now Everybody waits for you now What happens next What happens next [Chorus] I dare you to move I dare you to move I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor I dare you to move I dare you to move Like today never happened Today never happened before

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I didn't believe my roommate when she complained that I have too many clothes. Not until my DIY wardrobe began to lean forward and to its left due to heavy storage. You see, my wardrobe is the type which you set up its rectangular frame and cover it up with a large, fitting zip-up plastic casing. So it was there leaning over looking extremely unstable for the past few weeks. And I blamed my

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I don't understand this. Almost each time I use the lift in some building or the lrt train during peak hours when everywhere's packed like sardine, I'm kinda convinced that Malaysians are a lot more less courteous than I've imagined. If you were inside the lift or the train, as soon as the door slides open, you will see a crowd forming right in front, left and right of the entrance - ready to

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I always have this habit of recording other people's birthdates in my cellphone calendar, set the reminders with an alarm which will go beserk ringing away just 15 mins before midnight dating the first few seconds of the actual big day. Yesterday, the alarm went off again. Ohh, it was my cousin's birthday! Usually I'll give the birthday boy/girl a call, or compose him/her a nice, sweet birthday

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My 6-days stint at a Japanese fastfood outlet is finally over. I rejoice because it means the end of aching legs and back pain due to extensive hours of standing and walking around distributing flyers to strangers. Yeah, I was that "irritating" girl shoving leaflets to everyone, anyone who passes by our shop... but hey, I dare to say that I did a perfect job! I approached people looking confident

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While CN- seems to be making good use of her time earning big bucks, I, on the other hand, have been a total slug. Everyday, I've been waking up way past noon, eating lunch at 3 pm and perpetually glued to the TV or computer; all the while rotting my brain cells away. Even though it has been only a little more than a week of holidays, I've somehow managed to shove my brain into the freezer,

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Quite surprising for a sloth like me, I actually have several working experiences before I packed my belongings and came to KL in the great name of tertiary education. I still remember vividly about my first job in a child care centre where I was almost everything I could be... a teacher, a kitchen helper, a nanny, a maid, a toy (a toy?! yeah, a toy). Basically the centre took care of kids below

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If you think that most, if not all medical books are absurdly boring, plain and overload with important facts in each sentences (like info vomit) - well, think again. Jel and I couldn't help but to notice these few funny lines when we were reading a book on Clinical Examination by Talley and O'Connor a few weeks ago... Under the heading of Rectal Examination: The examining physician often

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Isn't it ironic how we usually travel all the way to some far corner of the globe just to visit a tourist attraction, while we never set foot on the one just right outside our own doorstep? I've lived in Kedah ever since I was born, and I haven't even bothered to visit the new museum, Pekan Rabu, and other so-called tourist sites. In fact, the last time I went to Langkawi was when I was 7 years

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Saw this at YP's...so I tried it too ;) You Are a Life Blogger! Your blog is the story of your life - a living diary. If it happens, you blog it. And make it as entertaining as possible. What kind of blogger are you?

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Just when I was so excited to be back, I found out that the Streamyx at home has not been working lately. Argh! No internet there, no internet here too?? Anyway, it decided to work now, so I better grab this opportunity to blog a little. Since CN- has already given her account of our introduction to gynaecology, I will proceed to share a little about my group's first anaesthesiology class. We

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I simply can't hold my excitement now. Finally I'm going home again after 5 full weeks in PJ. I've made a visit to Klang the other day with Jel and a few other close friends so as to take a quick look at the town, the hospital, the hostels and be mentally prepared for the best/worst. After seeing Klang, I've begun to appreciate PJ more. Now if you ask me, I'll say PJ is an absolutely lovely place

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Today I did that one thing I would've never imagined myself doing - vaginal examination. Yeah, you read it right. I actually learned how to put my fingers into a vagina to perform a strictly medical inspection. And no, it's not a human being that I poked my fingers into. They were only mannequins with somewhat soft machine-constructed genitalia to offer the optimal feeling of examining a real

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Hey peeps! How's everyone? How's CJ Factor lately? Eversince I got back to KL after my 2 months holidays, my only source of internet access is from the medical faculty's computer lab. I wouldn't mind the occasional faulty server connection or the agony of having to wait for a free computer during peak hours (especially in the mornings), but I was kinda pissed off when they actually did

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This afternoon we had a forensic medicine video session. They played us a tape of an autopsy that was done by a British pathologist. In my humble opinion, it was a very gory film. However, CN- was not at all fazed by the video due to her very high threshold from constant horror and thriller movie watching. The case was of an 84 year-old woman who slipped and fell, rendering herself in coma for

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A Boy Called "It" : One Child's Courage to Survive The Lost Boy : A Foster Child's Search for the Love of a Family A Man Called Dave : A Story of Triumph and Forgiveness These are the titles of a three-book series on the life of Dave Pelzer. Dave was a child who was abused by his mum from the young age of 4 until he was rescued and taken in by foster homes. This story encompasses his

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CN- performing a tedious surgical operation on a cob of corn A few days ago, CN- and I went to Planet Hollywood to chill out with some friends. We managed to catch a live band from Indonesia. The band was rather impressive, in the sense that they could perform a huge repertoire of songs from memory. Most of songs they played were based on requests by the audience, therefore their

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