<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084301361732652325</id><updated>2011-08-10T01:09:50.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Everyday Like It Is Your Last</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kwi Sing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467924495628239347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNybubdZYcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/GCIXJHhLXcs/S220/IMAG0470.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084301361732652325.post-1548758117872697757</id><published>2010-11-11T19:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T21:26:00.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarlet myth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNvs-IoP72I/AAAAAAAAAVU/vgRwF2fefyE/s1600/Shades-of-Red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNvs-IoP72I/AAAAAAAAAVU/vgRwF2fefyE/s400/Shades-of-Red.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538280718994501474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u are in my profession long enough, you would have heard the phrase 'you're hot,you're so jonah'...&lt;div&gt;It is never meant to be a compliment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead, in my profession, if a person tells u that you are hot, it does not physically means u have a hot  bod like Jessica Alba. It simply means, when you are on duty, there will be a lot of patients, a lot of incidents...a lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's weird, but there are really certain people who &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; generally HOT. Whenever they are working, the wards will be full with patients, there will be unstable cases, desaturation, you name it, they've got it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there are people who are labelled as 'cold'. And true enough, you can happily have a good night's sleep if you happen to be on duty with them overnight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there is the myth about wearing red&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, this myth, i was kinda skeptical about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, there is no scientific proof definitely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only God knows why we should't wear red during oncalls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This myth, passed down from generations before me, state that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Thou shalt not wear red, or thou shalt perish'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No red means no red shirts/ pants/ jacket/ socks/ shoes/ bra/ panties/ boxers/ briefs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if your fiery red undies are concealed under thick layers of black clothing, it will shine through....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am generally a neutral person... my calls are quite unpredictable &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i am at accident and emergency, where sometimes, you won't want too many things to happen at the same time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had been having pretty good shifts lately...i mean, hell, i was able to lepak at the canteen too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday, before i went for my night duty, i, for God knows what reason, decided to put on a red t shirt... In order for me not to be cursed by all my paramedics, i concealed my t shirt under an all black sweater...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, the red took effect. I had the worst call ever. Basically, it was a small disaster at the casualty...i had 7 patients who came in with different injuries of different magnitude, all from the same accident...it was bad, and now i believe that no way you should wear red during your duty, seriously, no way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNvuY22eAGI/AAAAAAAAAVc/I6oL1u3avB8/s1600/red%2Bclothes%2Bcollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNvuY22eAGI/AAAAAAAAAVc/I6oL1u3avB8/s400/red%2Bclothes%2Bcollage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538282277590401122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Red= danger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Red=critical&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Red=emergency&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Red=bloody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Red=devil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Red= hot hot HOT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*but i like red*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084301361732652325-1548758117872697757?l=ficklequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1548758117872697757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2010/11/scarlet-myth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/1548758117872697757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/1548758117872697757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2010/11/scarlet-myth.html' title='Scarlet myth'/><author><name>Kwi Sing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467924495628239347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNybubdZYcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/GCIXJHhLXcs/S220/IMAG0470.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNvs-IoP72I/AAAAAAAAAVU/vgRwF2fefyE/s72-c/Shades-of-Red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084301361732652325.post-9164998084454321168</id><published>2010-11-09T09:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:58:28.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Fuzzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNipIDJHd0I/AAAAAAAAAVM/ZUFf_VPJI7E/s1600/334643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNipIDJHd0I/AAAAAAAAAVM/ZUFf_VPJI7E/s400/334643.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537361697599616834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084301361732652325-9164998084454321168?l=ficklequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/9164998084454321168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2010/11/get-fuzzy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/9164998084454321168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/9164998084454321168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2010/11/get-fuzzy.html' title='Get Fuzzy'/><author><name>Kwi Sing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467924495628239347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNybubdZYcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/GCIXJHhLXcs/S220/IMAG0470.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNipIDJHd0I/AAAAAAAAAVM/ZUFf_VPJI7E/s72-c/334643.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084301361732652325.post-442343860595047561</id><published>2010-11-08T08:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T09:47:24.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimental</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNdWouG-dnI/AAAAAAAAAVE/OPxhsWkxptc/s1600/rain-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNdWouG-dnI/AAAAAAAAAVE/OPxhsWkxptc/s320/rain-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536989524447360626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I used to be a sentimental person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I could be studying or solving a math problem, and when i hear a melody i like, i stopped and listen with my whole heart.Beautiful melodies made me cry. They bring out the emotions buried deep inside. It could be so overwhelming that for a moment, nothing else matters...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;When the rain pours, i sat by the window watching the raindrops racing each other on the windowstill... they used to fascinate me as a child... i cheered the raindrops on, watching them merge with each other and became a bigger self. I watched the trees swaying left to right in a storm.... and stray dogs seeking shelter under vehicles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I kept a few diaries during my teens... jotted down every emotion i experienced day to day... the angry strikes when i quarreled with my mum almost tear the page apart... the teardrops that made everything on the page blurred...the smiles and palpitations from an innocent teenage crush... reading back my diaries, i was suddenly saddened by the fact that i am no longer such an expressive person anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;When i was a kid, my parents' arguements scared me (now i know that arguements are perfectly normal for a couple)...i hid in my room and cried myself to sleep... then write letters to both my parents telling them my lil opinions... i would stuffed the letters into their wallets, put on the dressing table and hope that they will find it, read it and never talk to me about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Time flies, people grow out of old habits...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I, i hardened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Maybe when you grow up, and life is not as simple as how you imagined it to be, being sentimental is the last thing you wanna do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;When you are tired from work, and mad at your boss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;When you don't have close friends anymore, and being far from home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;When you barely have time for yourself, and simple things in life does not seemed to please you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;When you know you chosed a difficult path in life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;You hid your emotions, put on a mask like everyone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;You know that you can't waste your time thinking about the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;You need to clock the hours at work, and you need to be professional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;That's what i did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;and i miss myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So today i sat in front of my window, and i watched the rain fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I listened to some good old songs, and i gave myself time to think, to reminiscence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I let the teardrops fall, and acknowledge the complicated feelings inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And i typed this post... something i had not done for a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And man, it feels good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;*i will be ok*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084301361732652325-442343860595047561?l=ficklequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/442343860595047561/comments/default' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNdWouG-dnI/AAAAAAAAAVE/OPxhsWkxptc/s72-c/rain-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084301361732652325.post-6614218462265489257</id><published>2010-08-13T09:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T09:26:25.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year</title><content type='html'>Yipee!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't believe it but i survived my first year housemanship!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite a smooth sail, if u ask me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Accident and Emergency posting mark the start of my second year housemanship, and i must say, so far, so goooooood....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really loving the adrenaline rush and team work in the department... of course, having great colleagues helped too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, just dropping by to post this super short post... will continue soon! and i mean it! haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*stop procastinating kwi sing!!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084301361732652325-6614218462265489257?l=ficklequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6614218462265489257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/6614218462265489257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I am just not taking good care of it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totally crap...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084301361732652325-5937705093134853584?l=ficklequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5937705093134853584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2010/03/bad-skin-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/5937705093134853584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/5937705093134853584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2010/03/bad-skin-days.html' title='Bad Skin Days'/><author><name>Kwi Sing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467924495628239347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNybubdZYcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/GCIXJHhLXcs/S220/IMAG0470.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084301361732652325.post-8142214149596727114</id><published>2010-03-28T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T19:50:53.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Months- Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Has it been 8 months?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;8 months since I started working as a houseman at HQE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;8 months since a new chapter of my life begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Housemanship is actually not as tiring as I thought it was gonna be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thanks to the over production of med graduates everywhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Basically every department of all major hospitals are flooded with HOs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;47 HOs in paeds department... LOL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We don't really hang around jobless in the ward... but the opportunities for procedures are much blunted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I started my housemanship wtih surgery posting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Surgery has not always been my favorite subject since med school... there is just something about it that I just can't 'get it'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Plus, i shall quote my dear father, who always always tell me " Girl, I don't think u are cut out to b a surgeon u know... someday you will leave a scalpel or something like that in a patient's abdominal cavity ... bcoz u are just too absent minded and clumsy.." LOLZ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Turns out, I did enjoy my surgery posting and had a great 4 months in the department&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Was kinda fond of the subject in the end..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I guess I had quite a good working environment, despite having to drive between 3 different hospitals for my work... and kena saman for parking illegally....hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Surgery department of HQE is just a happy place to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No surgeons from hell... and my boss is niceeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hm... I learnt quite a lot in the posting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Did my appendicectomies, intubations, central line insertions, chest tubes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I enjoyed the rush of adrenaline the most...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I loved being in the acute ward where all the actions happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Psychotic me (@&gt;o&lt;@)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.........................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My convocation took place in the last 8 months too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;was around my birthday... which means somewhere near 14th October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was the first time my parents came to KK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(DUH they had not visited me during my 5 years of med sch in KK... okok i think my mum came with her students once somewhere during my 1st year... but that doesn't count..hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I got my first pay during that time and managed to give my family quite a good time in KK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;They were here for i think 3 days... nothing much to do in KK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But we stayed in Le Meridian Hotel and it was a fabulous place to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My grandma came too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and of course my sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Convocation is not fun at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Trust me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It is so so boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I guess the exciting thing about it is the part where we get to wear the robes and get our scrolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But the waiting part is the worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and of course the chaos of looking for your missing family when you got out from the main hall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chaos chaos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But well, i think it was a significant event of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and for my family as well =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was good to meet up with my old frens but we didn't have the chance to really catch up with each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.........................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh well, those are just the tiny weeny parts of my 8 months here as a HO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not gonne write too much here in this post... gonna get boring..hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Will update and write real soon... !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084301361732652325-8142214149596727114?l=ficklequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8142214149596727114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2010/03/8-months-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/8142214149596727114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/8142214149596727114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2010/03/8-months-part-1.html' title='8 Months- Part 1'/><author><name>Kwi Sing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467924495628239347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNybubdZYcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/GCIXJHhLXcs/S220/IMAG0470.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084301361732652325.post-5948476834242110174</id><published>2009-12-27T21:14:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T21:27:13.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My darlings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SzdgOvL5FeI/AAAAAAAAAUA/82-RL55to60/s1600-h/IMAG0014w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SzdgOvL5FeI/AAAAAAAAAUA/82-RL55to60/s320/IMAG0014w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419906482864461282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SzdgErJcdAI/AAAAAAAAAT4/m3IIIsT0hnc/s1600-h/IMAG0011w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SzdgErJcdAI/AAAAAAAAAT4/m3IIIsT0hnc/s320/IMAG0011w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419906309981762562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SzdfMZysjUI/AAAAAAAAATw/EZ6LbOhgCUY/s1600-h/IMAG0011w.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had a great week in my thalassemia room&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to all these kids for putting a smile on my face!&lt;br /&gt;To Mysarah, Rohead, Nazura, Elisia, Pooja and the rest of my adorable darlings&lt;br /&gt;Merry christmas and get well soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SzdfAObTPEI/AAAAAAAAATg/RLGp6G9C0zA/s1600-h/IMAG0009w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/Szde0kaetWI/AAAAAAAAATQ/bqpsZzDg7gw/s320/IMAG0007w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419904933784630626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SzdeDmEez7I/AAAAAAAAATI/J3l7_Qjc01c/s1600-h/IMAG0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SzdeDmEez7I/AAAAAAAAATI/J3l7_Qjc01c/s320/IMAG0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419904092415643570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A time to celebrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084301361732652325-5948476834242110174?l=ficklequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5948476834242110174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-darlings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/5948476834242110174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/5948476834242110174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-darlings.html' title='My darlings'/><author><name>Kwi Sing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467924495628239347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNybubdZYcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/GCIXJHhLXcs/S220/IMAG0470.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SzdgOvL5FeI/AAAAAAAAAUA/82-RL55to60/s72-c/IMAG0014w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084301361732652325.post-8744880655842854562</id><published>2009-12-26T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T22:12:28.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can't believe it had been that long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last entry i made in this blog was in July&lt;br /&gt;And now the year is coming to an end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been working for 5 months+ d...&lt;br /&gt;Everything seemed to be a blur&lt;br /&gt;Already i had completed my surgery posting for 4 months, did my appendicectomies and now in paediatrics department&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had not been able to write a decent blog entry for months... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just here to wish everyone a merry christmas!&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to sleep now...slept only 3 hours last night during my oncall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will upload more post soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084301361732652325-8744880655842854562?l=ficklequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8744880655842854562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know how it is like when you gotta start anew, whether it is starting school, starting a new semester, starting work etc, and you need to buy new things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KA-CHING!&lt;br /&gt;All new things are shinny and nice...&lt;br /&gt;But when you are forced to buy something just for some 6 day kursus, all you can hear is the weeping sound of your bank account&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh&lt;br /&gt;Because of the stupid dress code of my BTN, I actually HAVE to buy LONG BLACK SKIRT, LONG SLEEVE T SHIRTS, LONG SLEEVE WHITE SHIRT that I know I ain't gonna wear them again... Ok maybe the white shirt will come in handy but definitely NOT the long black skirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I phoned the organizing committee that day to clear my confusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me  : Kak, dalam surat tu tulis kena pakai skirt panjang warna hitam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She : Ya betul, ikut surat saja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me  : Kalau pakai seluar slacks hitam panjang tak boleh ke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She : Tak boleh la... untuk induksi boleh tapi BTN kena pakai skirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kinda silly rule is this&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna ask her what is the rationale behind it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I finally bought all my stuff today at Jusco&lt;br /&gt;After testing on the white shirt and black long skirt, I only got one thing in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I look like a choir singer&lt;br /&gt;The picture is so ugly that I refuse to upload it here&lt;br /&gt;There goes my plan to buy a new bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya THANK GOODNESS I already got a pair of black shoes from Clarks that I bought some time ago when I have the money to spend&lt;br /&gt;If not, I think I will really conduct a funeral for my bank account d&lt;br /&gt;Dah lah now I already got no funds from PTPTN&lt;br /&gt;Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KA-CHING!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I need money... desperately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084301361732652325-6921603316451893664?l=ficklequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6921603316451893664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/07/ka-ching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/6921603316451893664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/6921603316451893664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/07/ka-ching.html' title='KA-CHING!'/><author><name>Kwi Sing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467924495628239347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNybubdZYcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/GCIXJHhLXcs/S220/IMAG0470.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084301361732652325.post-9149543276805536598</id><published>2009-07-09T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:59:49.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth about getting old</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm getting old&lt;br /&gt;Not just physically, but mentally as well&lt;br /&gt;Sombody said to me, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you are not getting old, you are getting older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed it when the way I view things are no longer the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I can have an intellectual talk about politics with my family and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the books I read are evolving from chic lit to autobiography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the section in newspaper that interest me is no longer the entertainment section&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I find the Gotcha calls boring and stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am no longer interested in the personal lives of other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I prefer to spend more quality time with people I care about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I begin to take interest in the discovery channels and news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stop penning down in my diary every single small details of my life , and start writing more about things I think about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I narrow down my social circle to just a few people that matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can definitely say that I am much more mature now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, when I look at teenagers nowadays, with their colourful attire and love for soft toys and boys, do I feel envious?&lt;br /&gt;The answer is that I do, I really do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always felt that the best years of my life was when I am still a secondary school student&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad that I can no longer return to those days&lt;br /&gt;Those days when life ain't so complicated and everybody is your friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish I can be a teenager again&lt;/span&gt; is what I kept telling myself&lt;br /&gt;This is kinda ironic, because when I was 16 I can't wait to grow up and have a car and a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I read a book call Tuesdays with Morrie, by Mitch Albom (who also wrote The Five People You Meet In Heaven and For One More Day)&lt;br /&gt;I won't review the whole book here in this post but there is this particular chapter about dealing with aging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 pages, and it gave me great insight to the reality of aging&lt;br /&gt;I am not as old as Morrie, who was way past 70 in the book&lt;br /&gt;But every word in that chapter brought realization to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not yet reach the stage that I fear aging, but to some extent I tend to keep looking back and being drawn to the life I had, instead of focusing on the life I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All younger people should know, if you're always battling against getting older, you're always gonna be unhappy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a statement from the book&lt;br /&gt;And it is so true&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I had been a teenager once&lt;br /&gt;I had my time and experience of being the ignorant and innocent self&lt;br /&gt;Now is my time to be in my mid twenties, to work, to earn money, and maybe to have my own family&lt;br /&gt;I have to keep looking forward, and find what is good and true and beautiful in my life now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I sound so old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... reading a book like this always makes me think too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am getting older, more mature, maybe wiser&lt;br /&gt;But I know part of me will always be young at heart, especially my love for silly cartoons =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;How can I be envious of where you are, when I've been there myself? (Tuesdays With Morrie, Mitch Albom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084301361732652325-9149543276805536598?l=ficklequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/9149543276805536598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/07/truth-about-getting-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/9149543276805536598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/9149543276805536598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/07/truth-about-getting-old.html' title='The truth about getting old'/><author><name>Kwi Sing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467924495628239347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNybubdZYcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/GCIXJHhLXcs/S220/IMAG0470.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084301361732652325.post-5254508831972334867</id><published>2009-07-07T13:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T13:19:39.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Induksi and BTN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My letter for induction finally came today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much waiting... and waiting... and waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kursus Induksi Dan Kenegaraan&lt;br /&gt;Tarikh: 19 hingga 24 Julai 2009&lt;br /&gt;Tempat: Teluk Batik Resort, Lumut, Perak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERAK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now THAT is far... Still wondering how am I gonna get to that place...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am really having these mixed feelings now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad that my holidays are gonna end soon, really soon&lt;br /&gt;Excited that I'm finally gonna join the working force&lt;br /&gt;Scared when I think about which hospital I'm gonna get, I want KK, please!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... Mixed feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am still waiting to hear from my other friends... Hopefully we all get the same place together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and another thing, these kinda kursus usually have those stupid dress code thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keperluan and peralatan kursus modul kenegaraan:&lt;br /&gt;- Blaus putih lengan panjang&lt;br /&gt;- Kain/ skirt panjang berwarna hitam&lt;br /&gt;- Baju kurung putih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow we will really be looking like a bunch of waiters and waitresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I will be needing to buy some stuff for my kursus... LONG BLACK SKIRT&lt;br /&gt;Alamak&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can find skirt that is long enough for me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, we will be sitting for exams during this kursus...&lt;br /&gt;Exams...things about our country's history, dasar utama, program pembangunan negara etc etc&lt;br /&gt;ALAMAK!&lt;br /&gt;It's like pengajian am all over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084301361732652325-5254508831972334867?l=ficklequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5254508831972334867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/07/induksi-and-btn.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/5254508831972334867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/5254508831972334867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/07/induksi-and-btn.html' title='Induksi and BTN'/><author><name>Kwi Sing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467924495628239347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNybubdZYcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/GCIXJHhLXcs/S220/IMAG0470.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084301361732652325.post-2305864304251135637</id><published>2009-07-06T12:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:38:15.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>不喜欢</title><content type='html'>我是一个很容易tension的人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不喜欢别人迟到，因为我的时间观念很龟毛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不喜欢人挤人的地方，因为我会呼吸困难&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不喜欢在满满的停车场里找位子，因为我的parking skills真的很差&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不喜欢驾快车，因为我会很紧张&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不喜欢那些把公路当作赛车场的drivers，因为他们不顾别人的安全&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不喜欢塞车，因为我会头痛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不喜欢在店铺里紧紧跟着我的salesgirl，因为我买东西不需要一只哈巴狗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不喜欢没有礼貌的服务人员，因为我是消费者&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不喜欢在深夜开车，因为我在夜晚的视线不是很好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不喜欢爱管闲事的人，因为我有我的私人空间&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不喜欢装可爱的人，因为看了很恶心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不喜欢整天emo的人，因为心情会被破坏&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不喜欢在公共场所抽烟的人，因为要早死的人是你不是我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天的我有很多抱怨，请原谅我的不喜欢&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084301361732652325-2305864304251135637?l=ficklequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2305864304251135637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/2305864304251135637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/2305864304251135637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='不喜欢'/><author><name>Kwi Sing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467924495628239347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNybubdZYcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/GCIXJHhLXcs/S220/IMAG0470.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084301361732652325.post-9112672144585817719</id><published>2009-07-01T21:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:55:39.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Five People You Meet In Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love reading&lt;br /&gt;My taste is constantly changing, and I read different types of books depending on my mood&lt;br /&gt;Currently my mood is being set to 'thinking mode'&lt;br /&gt;I like books that are thought provoking&lt;br /&gt;Books that leave me thinking long after I finish it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Five People You Meet In Heaven by Mitch Albom is one of those books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SktqaDxUUvI/AAAAAAAAAS4/6qiZsw8tvuU/s1600-h/200px-MitchAlbom_TheFivePeopleYouMeetInHeaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SktqaDxUUvI/AAAAAAAAAS4/6qiZsw8tvuU/s400/200px-MitchAlbom_TheFivePeopleYouMeetInHeaven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353489577981268722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is a very small book&lt;br /&gt;Only 231 pages long&lt;br /&gt;I can fit that book into my white coat pocket... Coz it is the same size as my Sarawak Handbook of Emergencies =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"All endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie is the main character in this story, who died on his 83th birthday&lt;br /&gt;In his afterlife he met with 5 person in Heaven, who are directly or indirectly involved in his life. They are there to answer his questions of his life, to change his thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is written in very simple language&lt;br /&gt;There are no fancy sentences, no bombastic words&lt;br /&gt;Everything is easy to read, and easy to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As simple as this story is, it is nontheless a powerful book&lt;br /&gt;There are many lessons to learn&lt;br /&gt;I see it as a miracle book, written by a genius author&lt;br /&gt;It imparts words of wisdom to its readers&lt;br /&gt;This book is so fantastic that I simply cannot find the right words to describe it. And to describe more will be a spoiler for those who has not read the book before =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a modern classic&lt;br /&gt;I love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Each affects the other and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one" (The Five Person You Meet In Heaven, Mitch Albom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084301361732652325-9112672144585817719?l=ficklequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/9112672144585817719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/07/five-people-you-meet-in-heaven.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/9112672144585817719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/9112672144585817719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/07/five-people-you-meet-in-heaven.html' title='The Five People You Meet In Heaven'/><author><name>Kwi Sing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467924495628239347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNybubdZYcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/GCIXJHhLXcs/S220/IMAG0470.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SktqaDxUUvI/AAAAAAAAAS4/6qiZsw8tvuU/s72-c/200px-MitchAlbom_TheFivePeopleYouMeetInHeaven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084301361732652325.post-583990955591421521</id><published>2009-07-01T21:10:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:33:15.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SktjknMks_I/AAAAAAAAASg/6_bAp2guWHw/s1600-h/my-sisters-keeper-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SktjknMks_I/AAAAAAAAASg/6_bAp2guWHw/s400/my-sisters-keeper-lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353482062708126706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I randomly picked up this book 2 years ago at Popular bookstore in KK&lt;br /&gt;I still remember that I just finished my end of posting exam and was gonna spend my one week holiday in KK itself. I needed something to read, to occupy my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no particular reason that I chose the book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading it in 2 days time&lt;br /&gt;The powerful words just kept me captivated, and I couldn't stop reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, this is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; THE&lt;/span&gt; book to read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sister's Keeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story about love, responsibility, and about who is to judge what is right or wrong, about truth, about a mother's love&lt;br /&gt;It is a mixture of medical facts, courtroom drama and family conflicts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"I want to sue them for the rights to my own body."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a story about Anna, a 13 year old girl who had one day decided to sue her parents. She was concieved as a bone marrow match for her sister who has leukemia. One day she suddenly wonder about her purpose of living...Is she as loved as her sister? Or is she just a vessel for her sister's living?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is amazing&lt;br /&gt;This book is about moral dilemma&lt;br /&gt;The storyline is tense, emotional and full of insight&lt;br /&gt;It is a heartbreaking story and will leave readers with tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly recommend this book to anybody who is looking for something to read&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, you will love the story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is coming out soon this year... starring Cameron Diaz and Abigail Breslin&lt;br /&gt;I read that the story will be altered, but still captivating as the book&lt;br /&gt;I hope I won't be disappointed by the movie coz was anticipating it since the announcement of its making&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SktkyJzvzEI/AAAAAAAAASw/lX1NYwdtie4/s1600-h/msk-movie-157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SktkyJzvzEI/AAAAAAAAASw/lX1NYwdtie4/s400/msk-movie-157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353483394849164354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Sister's Keeper is a must-read, trust me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"I take her with me, wherever I go" (My Sister's Keeper, Jodi Picoult)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084301361732652325-583990955591421521?l=ficklequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/583990955591421521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-favorite-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/583990955591421521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/583990955591421521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-favorite-book.html' title='My Favorite Book'/><author><name>Kwi Sing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467924495628239347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNybubdZYcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/GCIXJHhLXcs/S220/IMAG0470.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SktjknMks_I/AAAAAAAAASg/6_bAp2guWHw/s72-c/my-sisters-keeper-lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084301361732652325.post-5610722669519893686</id><published>2009-07-01T13:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T13:33:25.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Destination?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/Skr0vmbWVyI/AAAAAAAAASQ/3QOHiEW8Sfs/s1600-h/200px-Final_Destination_movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/Skr0vmbWVyI/AAAAAAAAASQ/3QOHiEW8Sfs/s400/200px-Final_Destination_movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353360205689542434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ever watched the movie 'Final Destination'? It was a movie made in the year 2000, when I was form 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the movie, this guy and his friends managed to escape a fatal plane crash because he had some kinda premonition. They cheated death, or they thought so... until death found them.  They were all killed one by one, in a sequence that they were supposed to die if they were on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda freaky. So they are all destined to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The poster of the movie read &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;' YOU CAN'T CHEAT DEATH'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/Skr1D__sEeI/AAAAAAAAASY/_K9clW2-XKc/s1600-h/2009_0611_flickr_airfrance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/Skr1D__sEeI/AAAAAAAAASY/_K9clW2-XKc/s320/2009_0611_flickr_airfrance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353360556150231522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, remember Air France Flight 447 that crashed into the Atlantic ocean on 1st June 2009?&lt;br /&gt;Johanna Ganthaler and her husband, both Italians, were on holiday in Brazil and were supposed to be on the doomed Flight 447. They arrived late at the airport and missed the flight. They were very lucky to be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later, this couple was involved in a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;Johanna was killed on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;Her husband, seriously injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FREAKY!!!!!! This is so FREAKY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And creepy too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Destination in real life??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read the news, my eyes nearly popped out of my socket.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was talking about how lucky both of them were, to escape the horrible plane crash. But in the end... Oh my I just don't know what to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;May Johanna and all the other 228 victims of the crash rest in peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084301361732652325-5610722669519893686?l=ficklequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5610722669519893686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/07/final-destination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/5610722669519893686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/5610722669519893686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/07/final-destination.html' title='Final Destination?'/><author><name>Kwi Sing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467924495628239347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNybubdZYcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/GCIXJHhLXcs/S220/IMAG0470.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/Skr0vmbWVyI/AAAAAAAAASQ/3QOHiEW8Sfs/s72-c/200px-Final_Destination_movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084301361732652325.post-7410052053494103941</id><published>2009-06-30T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:04:07.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>唱k</title><content type='html'>刚和鸿国飚歌回来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们两个今天还真的是唱歌唱到‘笑’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本来我们的配套是从三点唱到五点半，但因为今天比较少人，所以redbox竟然让我们唱到九点！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;两个疯子，两只麦克风，6小时non stop 飚歌&lt;br /&gt;结果是两个喉咙痛的人！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我好久没唱歌了，当然对现在流行的歌曲完全不知所谓&lt;br /&gt;所以鸿国说，为了庆祝我隔了那么久再次唱歌，我们就专唱04年前的歌。。。&lt;br /&gt;因为我04年进大学之后就几乎不听华文歌曲了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;结果我们还真是连陈淑桦，熊天平的歌都拿来唱&lt;br /&gt;超级过瘾的！&lt;br /&gt;6小时的时间，足够我把梁静茹的歌几乎全部都唱完。。。哈哈&lt;br /&gt;鸿国唱了很多，我们也合唱了不少次。。。最好听的和音竟然是cornetto歌最后一句！哈哈！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爽！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;鸿国啊，你真的应该去参加歌唱比赛哦&lt;br /&gt;我会成为你一号粉丝！呵呵&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我爱唱K!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084301361732652325-7410052053494103941?l=ficklequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7410052053494103941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/k.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/7410052053494103941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/7410052053494103941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/k.html' title='唱k'/><author><name>Kwi Sing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467924495628239347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNybubdZYcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/GCIXJHhLXcs/S220/IMAG0470.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084301361732652325.post-6837254971495733703</id><published>2009-06-30T22:17:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:42:59.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a Johor public holiday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SkogfYWZG7I/AAAAAAAAASI/qBoOThljilQ/s1600-h/all.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SkogfYWZG7I/AAAAAAAAASI/qBoOThljilQ/s320/all.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353126830567660466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Was out with my old pals on Monday...coz it was a public holiday here in Johor...&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kok, Vivian, Me and Kelvin&lt;br /&gt;It had been a while since we all meet together...&lt;br /&gt;We had our lunch at Nando's @ Tebrau City coz it looks comfy... good location for us to sit and chat. Basically it was a good gathering... Lots of gossips and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SkogaUZ554I/AAAAAAAAASA/CIvNistLwRI/s1600-h/hahaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SkogaUZ554I/AAAAAAAAASA/CIvNistLwRI/s320/hahaha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353126743609304962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hong Kok never wanna smile when he is on camera... so we decided to play along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SkogWgMjzxI/AAAAAAAAAR4/GCDd75UKx-E/s1600-h/me+and+viv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SkogWgMjzxI/AAAAAAAAAR4/GCDd75UKx-E/s320/me+and+viv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353126678055079698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me and Viv... She is so pink and I am so dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SkogI-oUCeI/AAAAAAAAARw/is6h8fgAz7w/s1600-h/nando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SkogI-oUCeI/AAAAAAAAARw/is6h8fgAz7w/s320/nando.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353126445706381794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have no idea what dish is this but it taste pretty alright and looks interesting. But kinda reminds me of those horror movie where the hook can be used as a weapon ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/Skof3hXRJaI/AAAAAAAAARo/IFIVmtRIMvs/s1600-h/chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/Skof3hXRJaI/AAAAAAAAARo/IFIVmtRIMvs/s320/chicken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353126145792484770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I thought this was a chicken without a head.&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit curious at first coz was wondering the reason behind the missing chicken head.&lt;br /&gt;My logic was:&lt;br /&gt;Nando's sells chicken&lt;br /&gt;This thing looks like a chicken body&lt;br /&gt;Therefore this thing = chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bodoh went and ask my pals why this chicken got no head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their response was first silence...then hysterical laughter&lt;br /&gt;Coz it was a chilli.&lt;br /&gt;NAN DESKA????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it does look like a chilli instead of a decapitated chicken....my bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was a great outing... Hope we can go out again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;We are all grown ups now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084301361732652325-6837254971495733703?l=ficklequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6837254971495733703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-johor-public-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/6837254971495733703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/6837254971495733703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-johor-public-holiday.html' title='On a Johor public holiday...'/><author><name>Kwi Sing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467924495628239347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNybubdZYcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/GCIXJHhLXcs/S220/IMAG0470.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SkogfYWZG7I/AAAAAAAAASI/qBoOThljilQ/s72-c/all.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084301361732652325.post-4747626135726159584</id><published>2009-06-30T10:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:45:56.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunder and Broken Sorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2S3WtJYgy1Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2S3WtJYgy1Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sZ78f1gUa5Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sZ78f1gUa5Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084301361732652325-4747626135726159584?l=ficklequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4747626135726159584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/thunder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/4747626135726159584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/4747626135726159584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/thunder.html' title='Thunder and Broken Sorrow'/><author><name>Kwi Sing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467924495628239347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNybubdZYcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/GCIXJHhLXcs/S220/IMAG0470.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084301361732652325.post-6103491105811966679</id><published>2009-06-29T10:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:55:50.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>无聊的我</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SkgtAKczO-I/AAAAAAAAARQ/dVTWV99sWlk/s1600-h/xiao+sa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SkgtAKczO-I/AAAAAAAAARQ/dVTWV99sWlk/s400/xiao+sa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352577637958237154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我生病了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;已经好久没生病了。。。最后一次应该是在半年前。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实都是老爸啦，把病毒传染给全部人。。。哈哈&lt;br /&gt;妈一直都说如果家里老爸生病，全家一定中招，无人幸免&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这次也不例外&lt;br /&gt;先是老爸，然后妹，然后妈咪，然后本来对自己免疫系统相当自豪的我，最后也中了。。。&lt;br /&gt;唉，应该不是H1N1吧。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许那天晚上出门冷到了。。。哈哈&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近房间出现了一只烦死人的壁虎&lt;br /&gt;不止每天叽叽叫个不停，还到处乱大便&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;它越来越猖狂了&lt;br /&gt;简直是不知死期将到&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;烦死人的壁虎先生，我正式向你下战书&lt;br /&gt;我们拼了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;今天要出门哦！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084301361732652325-6103491105811966679?l=ficklequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6103491105811966679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/6103491105811966679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/6103491105811966679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_29.html' title='无聊的我'/><author><name>Kwi Sing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467924495628239347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNybubdZYcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/GCIXJHhLXcs/S220/IMAG0470.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SkgtAKczO-I/AAAAAAAAARQ/dVTWV99sWlk/s72-c/xiao+sa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084301361732652325.post-3136540039498286484</id><published>2009-06-28T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:34:36.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>快乐</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SkdxZvBljqI/AAAAAAAAARI/yIcbfsFAXeQ/s1600-h/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SkdxZvBljqI/AAAAAAAAARI/yIcbfsFAXeQ/s400/happy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352371369086914210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;快乐的周末&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;和老友相聚&lt;br /&gt;看了场电影&lt;br /&gt;去没到过的地方&lt;br /&gt;被请了三顿饭&lt;br /&gt;哈拉哈拉&lt;br /&gt;简单的快乐 (@^o^@)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;睡到十二点&lt;br /&gt;吃secret recipe&lt;br /&gt;和小小baby玩&lt;br /&gt;逗表弟笑&lt;br /&gt;家庭聚会&lt;br /&gt;听好听的歌&lt;br /&gt;简单的快乐 (^o^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;做人简单就好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;简单&lt;br /&gt;也有简单的快乐&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;这个周末，快乐的我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084301361732652325-3136540039498286484?l=ficklequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3136540039498286484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/3136540039498286484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/3136540039498286484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_28.html' title='快乐'/><author><name>Kwi Sing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467924495628239347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNybubdZYcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/GCIXJHhLXcs/S220/IMAG0470.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SkdxZvBljqI/AAAAAAAAARI/yIcbfsFAXeQ/s72-c/happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084301361732652325.post-191190629825274241</id><published>2009-06-28T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T13:08:18.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuttin' But Stringz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/Skb0h50CZyI/AAAAAAAAARA/fMf89YFZBTE/s1600-h/nuttin-but-strings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/Skb0h50CZyI/AAAAAAAAARA/fMf89YFZBTE/s400/nuttin-but-strings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352234070468355874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Was watching America's Got Talent on TV yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to search for a martial arts group call the Sideswipe on Youtube coz their performance was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead me and my sis came across this violinist duo called Nuttin' But Stringz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like instrumental music&lt;br /&gt;I like hiphop&lt;br /&gt;I like classical music&lt;br /&gt;I like jazz&lt;br /&gt;Therefore when instrumental + hip hop + classical + jazz&lt;br /&gt;The result is FREAKIN' AWESOME MUSIC!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two brothers are just so talented&lt;br /&gt;Two thumbs up for Damien and Tourie Escobar (I would have given them 10 thumbs if i have... but then that will ultimately make me a freak myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song 'Thunder' was featured in their first album... Fantastic music...&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to upload it here but there are some html errors ... sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I listened to a couple of their songs on Youtube and fell in love with the songs including 'Dance With My Father', 'Broken Sorrow' and 'Suka 4 her'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am officially declaring that I am gonna try to get their albums!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I love violin!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084301361732652325-191190629825274241?l=ficklequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/191190629825274241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/nuttin-but-stringz_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/191190629825274241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/191190629825274241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/nuttin-but-stringz_27.html' title='Nuttin&apos; But Stringz'/><author><name>Kwi Sing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467924495628239347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNybubdZYcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/GCIXJHhLXcs/S220/IMAG0470.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/Skb0h50CZyI/AAAAAAAAARA/fMf89YFZBTE/s72-c/nuttin-but-strings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084301361732652325.post-1134075261664967071</id><published>2009-06-26T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:55:51.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Tape</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Being recruit into the government service is a hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of red tape...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple medical checkup can be complicated like hell.&lt;br /&gt;Things are actually very simple, but the system makes it difficult...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I recieved my Suruhanjaya Perkhidmatan Awam letter, I was over the top. Finally I can get things done after such a long wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the things needed to be done is the medical check up.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it is gonna be fast and easy. Coz the form is basically very simple.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I WAS WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first went to Klinik Kesihatan Kempas coz it is a bigger place and there is an x ray department there.&lt;br /&gt;On my first visit the nurse told me to come early the next day, say about 8am.&lt;br /&gt;On the second visit the registration ppl told me I can't do my medical checkup there because my postcode belongs to Skudai, and I need to go to Klinik Kesihatan TUTA. I tried to reason with them, saying that I am already here and it is more difficult for me to go to TUTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, the nurse said that their clinic is overloaded with patients and even if she put me through, the doctors will be complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought my document to Klinik Kesihatan TUTA.&lt;br /&gt;Horrible place.&lt;br /&gt;It is located in a shoplot, about 2 units big.&lt;br /&gt;The space is so small that I felt suffocated.&lt;br /&gt;Worse, there was no place to sit and wait that I ended up sitting on an abandoned gurney.&lt;br /&gt;Finally the nurse got me to do some simple tests, but I was told that I can only see the doctor after 2 weeks because of the urine drug test that they need to send.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it was acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;But then, I was told to do my x ray at Hospital Sultanah Aminah.&lt;br /&gt;So on day three I drove all the way to town, got lost in the hospital, and finally gotten my X ray done.&lt;br /&gt;The x ray need a formal reporting from a radiologist. And apparently it takes about 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;So I was told to leave my x ray there and collect it next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night my friend told me we need to go and see a dentist for one of the small section in the medical report. Her doctor refused to sign for that section because 'checking for dental carries is under dental care, not medical care'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH???!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend said that initially she went to Klinik Kesihatan at Putrajaya and was told to come back in 3 months time because they are too booked.&lt;br /&gt;Is this acceptable?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I can't do anything about it, I just hope that my drug test will come back on time and I won't be going for my induction until everything is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Cross my fingers and toes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084301361732652325-1134075261664967071?l=ficklequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1134075261664967071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/red-tape.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/1134075261664967071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/1134075261664967071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/red-tape.html' title='Red Tape'/><author><name>Kwi Sing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467924495628239347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNybubdZYcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/GCIXJHhLXcs/S220/IMAG0470.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084301361732652325.post-3759510975224960133</id><published>2009-06-26T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:38:29.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Officially Registered!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SkRsEnoArYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/xTQEY_vU8IY/s1600-h/IMG_2348+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SkRsEnoArYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/xTQEY_vU8IY/s400/IMG_2348+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351521083835067778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Congratulations to me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've finally gotten my MMC temporary registration number!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was kinda worried I won't be getting it early coz of my stupid faculty who sent in our documents late... but now, at least I got one less thing to worry about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;One down, many more to go...&gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084301361732652325-3759510975224960133?l=ficklequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3759510975224960133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-officially-registered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/3759510975224960133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/3759510975224960133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-officially-registered.html' title='I&apos;m Officially Registered!!!!!'/><author><name>Kwi Sing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467924495628239347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNybubdZYcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/GCIXJHhLXcs/S220/IMAG0470.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SkRsEnoArYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/xTQEY_vU8IY/s72-c/IMG_2348+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084301361732652325.post-8484380166716707260</id><published>2009-06-26T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:39:59.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This True????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SkQzYwFYPRI/AAAAAAAAAQw/_SBGQJSWUF0/s1600-h/michael_jackson_casanova_in_concert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SkQzYwFYPRI/AAAAAAAAAQw/_SBGQJSWUF0/s400/michael_jackson_casanova_in_concert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351458757540330770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My sis just told me, Michael Jackson had passed away last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart attack, the media reported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this true? How shocking this is to the whole world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had been a legend, and although I had never been a fan of him nor his nose, I do like his music.&lt;br /&gt;He had been a man of controversy, always in the headlines for the wrong reason since a few years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe he is gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is really unexpected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Life is fragile, you never know what's gonna happen next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084301361732652325-8484380166716707260?l=ficklequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8484380166716707260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-this-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/8484380166716707260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/8484380166716707260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-this-true.html' title='Is This True????'/><author><name>Kwi Sing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467924495628239347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNybubdZYcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/GCIXJHhLXcs/S220/IMAG0470.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SkQzYwFYPRI/AAAAAAAAAQw/_SBGQJSWUF0/s72-c/michael_jackson_casanova_in_concert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084301361732652325.post-1089080527276063413</id><published>2009-06-26T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:31:26.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我是兼职全职家庭主妇！</title><content type='html'>别慌张，我还没结婚。。。呵呵&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自从放假以后，我在家中的生活真得很写意&lt;br /&gt;是什么样的写意呢？&lt;br /&gt;简单的说，我最近发福了。。。超讨厌的啦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我每天在家过着简单的生活。&lt;br /&gt;一早起来，先是洗刷干净，喝杯咖啡，慢慢地看报纸&lt;br /&gt;接着，打扫屋子，洗衣晒衣。。。有时很多家务要做时，反而觉得快乐，比较充实。&lt;br /&gt;看见干干净净的屋子，很有满足感哦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当个家庭主妇，也有要上超市的时候。要想一想晚餐煮什么，需要些什么日用品。。。&lt;br /&gt;打包午餐回来给正在放假的小妹也是大伤脑筋的一件事。因为，每天都不知该吃什么才好。。。&lt;br /&gt;下午没什么事做，就小睡一下 zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;醒来后又是开始忙碌的时候了&lt;br /&gt;煮晚餐很简单吗？其实不然。&lt;br /&gt;光是准备食材就必须花上很长的一段时间。&lt;br /&gt;煮完过后还得把锅子洗刷干净，把厨房整理好，把地拖一拖。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这时的我，早已油光满面，头发也乱七八糟的。&lt;br /&gt;吃晚饭，收拾碗碟，洗个澡，一天的工作才结束。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我老妈真伟大。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;身为副校长，每天六点半就出门，下午三点才回家。&lt;br /&gt;回家后马上就开始准备晚餐，打扫屋子。。。&lt;br /&gt;妈咪，我知道你真得很累。。。&lt;br /&gt;以前不懂事，老是要妈咪唠唠叨叨，最后才很不甘愿地帮忙。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我长大了，乖了。。。&lt;br /&gt;谢谢您，伟大的妈咪！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;也谢谢我的小妹，在我忙碌的时候帮忙打扫!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084301361732652325-1089080527276063413?l=ficklequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1089080527276063413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/1089080527276063413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/1089080527276063413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_25.html' title='我是兼职全职家庭主妇！'/><author><name>Kwi Sing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467924495628239347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNybubdZYcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/GCIXJHhLXcs/S220/IMAG0470.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084301361732652325.post-3379544026809543324</id><published>2009-06-26T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:33:55.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Young and The Carefree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SkQmtMxMimI/AAAAAAAAAQg/6BoncEoVffQ/s1600-h/Collages1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SkQmtMxMimI/AAAAAAAAAQg/6BoncEoVffQ/s400/Collages1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351444815186528866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SkQmYJ9Bf7I/AAAAAAAAAQY/N5qAhsLDo_U/s1600-h/Collages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SkQmYJ9Bf7I/AAAAAAAAAQY/N5qAhsLDo_U/s400/Collages.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351444453653577650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pics were taken when I was in second year =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preclinical years are boring... very boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing worst than sitting in a classroom listening to the lecturers ranting away from 8am to 4pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really listened anyway =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest joy was to fool around with my equally nonsensical friends. I still remember a game that we played call 'battle of the chairs'. Poor chairs. Those comfy pink chairs with wheels... We each sat on a chair and cruise around the classroom trying to catch the other person... And poor Emily usually will crash into the wall, an act that is a favorite of Ian Hung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, it's kinda like primary school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to take a lot of pictures randomly when I was in preclinical years. Looking at those pictures just bring back the smile on my face... I guess I really played too much, coz my results were not that good back then...haha... But no regrets here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Emily and Ian Hung, who never fail to create a playground in our serious classroom&lt;br /&gt;Hip Hip Hooray to all the right sided backbenchers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Our favorite hobby in class: Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084301361732652325-3379544026809543324?l=ficklequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3379544026809543324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/young-and-carefree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/3379544026809543324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/3379544026809543324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/young-and-carefree.html' title='The Young and The Carefree'/><author><name>Kwi Sing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467924495628239347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNybubdZYcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/GCIXJHhLXcs/S220/IMAG0470.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SkQmtMxMimI/AAAAAAAAAQg/6BoncEoVffQ/s72-c/Collages1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084301361732652325.post-4379104565760159874</id><published>2009-06-25T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T23:00:29.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>奋斗</title><content type='html'>前阵子一位大学朋友突然在msn要请我帮忙他的部落格写entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我和他并不深交，平时也没什么交谈。他是我大二时认识的一位男生，是civil engineering的学生。我对他印象深刻，是因为他曾经追过我的室友。大三时因为都在医院上课，也就没再和他见面。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;去年八月，他毕业了，戴上四方帽，笑眯眯的照片摆在friendster上。虽然当时我有去参加鸿国的毕业典礼，也看到了他，却没上前给予祝福。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;几个月后，网上开始流传一件让人震惊的消息。这位男生，患了血癌，leukemia。就读医学系的我相当惊讶，有点不敢相信。我浏览了他的blog,看见他和癌症奋斗的故事。一直都在想，他现在怎么样了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他坚强了，人在生死关头徘徊过，活下来后更加了解生命的宝贵。这位男生成功进入remission,也就是说，他战胜了血癌。现在的他，非常开朗，很积极地想帮助癌症患者。他不仅成立了自己的小小协会，也到处去办活动，希望公众能对癌症患者有正面的想法，也希望患者们能勇敢面对自己的人生。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他找上我，是希望我能以医生的身份，帮他的blog写一些entries，鼓励公众。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;听到他这番话，我心中有着莫名的感动。&lt;br /&gt;他还那么年轻，经历过这样的事，却能很积极地去面对。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我觉得好愧疚。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的奶奶五年前因鼻癌过世。&lt;br /&gt;我的外公四年前因肺癌过世。&lt;br /&gt;我身为医务人员，却没有因此对癌症更加关心，反而觉得癌症是一科很冷们的科系，太难懂了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我答应了这位朋友，会加入他，尽我全力帮助他。&lt;br /&gt;心里其实是有点害怕的。&lt;br /&gt;不知道能为他写些什么，做些什么。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是，我会尽力的&lt;br /&gt;相信我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;谢谢你，那么抬举我。。。你要加油&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084301361732652325-4379104565760159874?l=ficklequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4379104565760159874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/4379104565760159874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/4379104565760159874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='奋斗'/><author><name>Kwi Sing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467924495628239347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNybubdZYcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/GCIXJHhLXcs/S220/IMAG0470.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084301361732652325.post-7546064083824129934</id><published>2009-06-25T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:31:41.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my gosh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SkN8MrJd15I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/fqJLptyom3g/s1600-h/first+year1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SkN8MrJd15I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/fqJLptyom3g/s400/first+year1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351257339428984722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Came across this picture collage that I created a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh what was I doing?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess what is that part that I was kissing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anatomical name  : Gluteus maximus&lt;br /&gt;Layman term        : Butt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOSH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thinking back on that particular day I think me and my coursemates really had a lotta fun in the supposedly serious and quiet Bilik Ibnu Sina. We were first year med students who had nothing better to do. A bunch of us raided the room and tortured the poor mannequins... Sorry my mannequins... We were too young to appreciate you...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was a really fun day... and although kissing a butt isn't entirely a very pleasant thing to look at, I do love this pic... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 19, and it is acceptable to be crazy... (@^0^@)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How are you my friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084301361732652325-7546064083824129934?l=ficklequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7546064083824129934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-my-gosh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/7546064083824129934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/7546064083824129934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-my-gosh.html' title='Oh my gosh!'/><author><name>Kwi Sing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467924495628239347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNybubdZYcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/GCIXJHhLXcs/S220/IMAG0470.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SkN8MrJd15I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/fqJLptyom3g/s72-c/first+year1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084301361732652325.post-2347397227705242933</id><published>2009-06-24T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:30:04.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless faculty part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am officially declaring, I HATE my faculty...&lt;br /&gt;For those who doesn't know, I am the alumni of School of Medicine, Universiti Malaysia Sabah.&lt;br /&gt;When i first joined the school 5 years ago, the administration was bad. But it was forgivable, for our school is relatively new (I was the second batch of guinea pigs~). Students were the victims of the disorganized staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years. And everything is still the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An infant become a toddler in 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;A teenager become an adult in 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;A med student become a doctor in 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;5 years, a VERY long time for a person to learn, to change, to correct their mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately, our faculty staff are forever trapped in the past. They never learn.&lt;br /&gt;5 years ago we had a problem with our loan (PTPTN) because the faculty did not send our results to the university administration. The reason was that our system is different and we do not have 2 semesters per year like the other students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We repeatedly complain to the staff '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;abang, kami ni ambil PTPTN, kena hantar result setiap semester. Kalau tidak hantar nanti kami tak dapat loan untuk tahun seterusnya... Setiap semester pun mesti hantar ya...&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ya ya ya' is the usual reply. Or, better still '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry la dik problem ni bukan saya punya cawangan, kamu kena pergi tanya siapa-siapa yang in charge tu. Tapi saya pun tidak tau siapa orang tu&lt;/span&gt;'. WTH. There were only less than 200 students, with a total number of 10 staff. 10 staff and you can't remember their departments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the story does not end here.&lt;br /&gt;Because for the next 5 years that i was in the university, we had to face the EXACT same problem EVERY SINGLE YEAR. I simply can't understand their way of working. The person in charge has not been changed, the system is still the same, the complaints are the same. So why in the world can't they learn???????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the lady working in PTPTN was pissed off. She too was fed up with our constant problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i finally left the faculty one month ago, i was just soooooooo relieved. For I thought I am finally free of the problems caused by their laziness or whatever it is. But I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the story is that I am eligible for a scholarship from PTPTN because my result is in the category of first class honors. But as a medical student, our results are not categorized. For us there is only 'pass' or 'fail'. In order for me to obtain the scholarship, the faculty has to send a letter to PTPTN for me, stating that my result is equivalent to first class honors, simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month ago one of my other friend told me to phone a certain staff as she already told the staff (let's say....Miss S) about it and the Miss S promised to send for us. So when I called Miss S she was like '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ha? Tak ada la dik... Itu masalah saya tak pernah dengar pun...baik kamu tanya balik Mr L&lt;/span&gt;'. But when we asked Mr L he said Miss S is in charged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was filled with anger and frustration that time. This is a $$ business and they better don't fool around with it. I decided then that I will go personally to the faculty and demand for the letter and SEND IT MYSELF. This is a 35 thousand ringgit scholarship and I am not gonna let them ruin it for me... The staff just cannot be trusted with important things... And I really can't understand it... Can you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When will they learn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084301361732652325-2347397227705242933?l=ficklequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2347397227705242933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/useless-faculty-part-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/2347397227705242933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/2347397227705242933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/useless-faculty-part-i.html' title='Useless faculty part I'/><author><name>Kwi Sing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467924495628239347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNybubdZYcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/GCIXJHhLXcs/S220/IMAG0470.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084301361732652325.post-7744259886870103876</id><published>2009-06-24T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T14:58:43.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fickle Minded Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SkHI4H60RMI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TbDUUcN5uiI/s1600-h/DSC03465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SkHI4H60RMI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TbDUUcN5uiI/s320/DSC03465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350778698816832706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a brand new blog for me... I've decided to start off fresh again...to celebrate my brand new life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My bf always said that I am the lifeform of Little Miss Fickle, somebody who just can't make up her mind... To a certain extent i do agree, coz i can be quite indecisive at times. He gave me several examples to highlight his point, and this is one of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me   : I feel hungry la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Him : Eat la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me   : Dunno what to eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Him : Mm what you feel like eating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me   :Dunno what to eat...feel like want to eat everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Him : How bout McD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me   : Duwan la... just ate it few days ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Him : So you dun want fast food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me   : I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Him : So... eat char kuey tiow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me   : Very far la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Him : Claypot yee mee? quite near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me   : Mm....can also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Him : What you mean? So you want it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me   : Ok la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Him : Ok I pick you up in 10 minutes time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me   : Ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(In the car)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me   : Eh duwan la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Him : Duwan what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me   : Duwan yee mee la... dun feel like eating it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Him : Then???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me   : We eat McD la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Him : ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me   : ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Him : I thought you duwan McD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me   : Ya la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Him : So??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me   : Never mind duwan eat la... Not hungry also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Him : ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Him : ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, this is how i am, most of the time... I just can't make up my mind, which is kinda annoying, even to me (and I drive my bf crazy)... That's why i hate making decisions whenever I go out with my friends (NEVER try asking me where to go or what to eat, you'll regret it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In my profession I can't afford to be indecisive. But most of the time i am quite sharp in my work... Only my personal life is a mess...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i won't be so indecisive...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084301361732652325-7744259886870103876?l=ficklequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7744259886870103876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/fickle-minded-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/7744259886870103876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084301361732652325/posts/default/7744259886870103876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficklequeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/fickle-minded-me.html' title='Fickle Minded Me'/><author><name>Kwi Sing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467924495628239347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/TNybubdZYcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/GCIXJHhLXcs/S220/IMAG0470.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kaFXXaUq35M/SkHI4H60RMI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TbDUUcN5uiI/s72-c/DSC03465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
