Made YOU look!

Probably should start this post by commenting on how deserted this place has become, but that would waste a whole paragraph of words nobody will read anyways.

Updates! Revivals!

Here we go!

Ok since the last post these things have happened:

1) MSK paper

~boOring~

2)IMU ball preparation frenzy!


That is NOT pee by the way. It's the content of the apple/water balloon/decoration thing which burst as i was tying it up. Forgot to cut my finger nails for csu again.

3)IMU ball frenzy!




4)Toilet lights went bust again for the 3rd time in my 2.5 years in this place called vista. But you know what, no biggie just gotta use those scented ikea candles for another month or 2 and its "asta la vista babee" I'm outta here! wohhoo~ (not sure how you spell that famous line though)

5) Crappy toilet was compensated by NEW TV in my room! And Season3 of Prison break is on, so you know where to find me on Monday nights ya. Gosh...that guys eyes are so "pretty"....

~pretty eyes~


6)Went to the mechanic ALL BY MYSELF (but of course Lesley was there for erm...financial support). Its funny how you swear you will never be able to do certain things, like go to all male mechanic shop where everyone speaks Cantonese and present them with a problematic car which seems intent on making your life miserable, but from the experience i learned that it doenst kill to try. At first i didn't have a clue what to do, my dad usually handles these stuff while i buy a McFlurry at the nearby McD's, but because dad decided it was time for me to be independent =P and the McD's actually closed down a few months back =P i didn't really have a choice. So on the way there i played and replayed all the possible scenarios in my head. I would park my car in the shop (even that needed careful thinking, how do you know where to park in those places outside or in the shop? i mean what if they were reserving that spot for another car that actually made an appointment? nevermind ignore that), ok then i would go the the friendliest, least canto speaking looking chap and give a detailed history about how the passenger window suddenly decided to get stuck. And i did! And it worked! Though i think he didn't really need that very detailed history about a stuck window because he started working while i was still reporting. Long-very-technical-not- for-female-minds-to-fathom-story short, something about about the motor plastic breaking, just needed to be replaced. And the people there were really nice. haha the denise goes to the mechanic!

7)MSK results. Can't say i deserved it but i am thankful =)

7) CNS (Central Nervous System) coming up. Gahhhhhhhhhhhh


8) Some things are just not meant to be held on this side of eternity. But in another life, on another world? Then again, maybe not either.

Now that's an update!

All pictures stolen without permission, either from kind friend's camera, sister's handphone or google.

Windows Media Player

Formative is tomorrow.
MSK summative is in 2 weeks.
Not sure how long more it is to EOS, but I'm pretty sure it is near too.

Well with all that is happening around me, a girl needs good music to keep her sane! But because i just swapped computers with my dad, i had little time to compile a song list... so these are the songs that have been on repeat mode dunno how many puluh times already this weekend:

Voice of Truth ~ Casting Crowns
My Everything ~ 98 degrees
God Blessed The Broken Road~ Carrie Underwood, Rascal Flatts
Part of Your World ~ Disney
The Way You Look Tonight~ some old dude
Somewhere In My Past~ Il Divo
First Love~ some Jap lady
Only Human~ K
Cry~ Mandy Moore
Everything~ Michael Buble
Photograph~ Nickleback
Truely Madly Deeply~ Savage garden
Yue Ting~ Guang Liang
Tong Hua ~ Guang Liang
Life Is Like A Boat~ Rie Fu
The Rose~ Westlife
Mandy~ Westlife
I still~ Backstreet Boys
Drops of Jupiter~ some very cool sounding lady

Hmm... the songs i listen to seem to be very late 90's-ish...

Ya if i had the time to type out my whole "For studying/ When bored" playlist as a blog post, it must show deperate i am to delay going back to "Lower Limb Muscles" and how clueless i am about what to blog these days...

Contracting my pronator teres, pronator quadratus, supinator and biceps at you till next time!
(means "waving" at you till next time!)

Cabut!!!!

I've been sitting in this ice box for about 4 hours now, studying (haha)

And even though I know i'm going to regret this day, i just feel like getting up and leaving.

I dont know what i will do yet, i might finish my penang dvds, i might go grocerry shopping, i might go watch a movie, i might go jogging again, i might pump my petrol tank and go for a drive, i might buy a new pet!, i might eat salmon, i might buy a lil cactus, i might cut my hair, i might try swimming, i might go for a buffet, i might get a colouring book, i might even cook!

Hehe so many other things, i just have to drag my freezing butt pass that glass door and make a run for it! Sem5 doenst start for another 4 days, so what am i doing here? Sure 4 days marks the begining of my worst nightmare, sure Eos is real close, sure im going to look back and wished i spent a few hours productively during the hols, sure sure....

And as all the wise caution to study fly pass my ears,
im packing up silently now hehe, warm sunlight here i come! Whee~

ps: Sorry adelin, i promised to be a good pelajar contoh and wait for you here but it was just too darn cold and i forgot to bring my dvds with me! sorry?

Ok gotta run now before my common sense catches up with me! Aaaaaaah CABUT!!!

GP Posting

SInce everyone seemed to have so much to say about their posting, thought i might as well fill some space.

GP Posting, Day 1:

Well of course I was nervous, the prospects of sitting in a tiny examination with a doctor for 7 straight hours, is very different from the KKB Hospital rounds we’ve been doing the past semesters. Because right there in that room, I can’t wait for other students to answer the questions for me, I can pretend I am a wall, I can’t disappear to the canteen when I see a doctor walking by, I am to sit in my chair, watch, listen, wait and hopefully, learn. And of course what I always dread the most is the shooting game. The game where doctors get to shoot me down with questions that I should already know the answers to, but at the moment I open my mouth to answer, I forget. That’s another thing you know, I usually have a BIG mouth, but that seems to shrink into a hardly audible squeak when I talk in formal settings. Anyways those were my anxieties before I drove my wira to the clinic. What if my hair is too messy? What if my clothes were not appropriate? What if I cant answer questions a Form5 student could? What if my silly grin came up again and I made a fool of myself? What if he tells me I just wasn’t cut out to be a doctor and should just go crawl back into a dustbin? From experience and rumours, I had concluded that doctors are mean to noob medical students like us. Whether it is out of love to toughen us up, or concern because that was the only way they were taught oldschool, or some students just honestly deserve a wake up call (I’m raising my hand for this one) or they just forgot last night’s dose of anti-depressant medicine, I don’t know, but I was scared. That’s why for the better half of the morning session in the clinic I sat on my stool and hoped hard for a steady flow of patients, sounds mean of me to hope people get sick, but I just wanted the doctor occupied enough so he wouldn’t ask me any questions, and besides I liked watching him converse with the patients and perform his examinations, so calm and collected. I was happy for about an hour, but even a busy clinic doesn’t have patients marching in steadily at 60seconds intervals. It was inevitable. I hold my Oxford’s handbook tightly even though I’ve hardly used it in my life, I hear it’s supposed to be the god-given gift to all medical student in the situation I was in at that moment: desperate. He begins by reviewing some of the patients we’ve seen so far, something about this and something about that, I panic. Then he asks what we know about the said condition, which was a rather simple disease but I start praying Xandra was listening more than I was. Through out the day the questions trickled in slowly, but to my surprise the sarcasm I had been expecting didn’t arrive at all. I still couldn’t answer most of the questions, of course that’s true because I haven’t been studying, and when I tried to answer using common sense and luck some weren’t as accurate, but he didn’t make me feel like I should feel miserable for my sorry self. I was a little shocked, in a good way. He asked our opinions on things that didn’t have textbook answers and didn’t judge us of it. All in all, I am glad I met a doctor who even after being so qualified in many ways and experienced as he is, tries to understand the babbling of a little medical student shivering from head to toe in her lab coat waiting to be embarrassed. Surprisingly I am looking forward to day 2, and not so surprisingly I think I need to go do a little reading up now =P.

Yeah so thats what i was thinking after the first day at the clinic. The following 4 days were just fine, came back with a flu and fever. Can't believe I'm a 3rd year medical student already.

Happy New Year!

Chinese New Year for us:

Didn’t go back Johor.

Spent it quiet here this year.

Can’t say I didn’t enjoy it as much this way around. =)

Lotsa lazing around in the living room, lotsa dvds, lotsa sleeping, lotsa “sien” echoing around, lotsa laughs.

Watched “Becoming Jane” late last night in the room with my laptop when we supposed to be sleeping. The sound quality so bad we had to control our breathing to hear the conversations.Woke up late to a warm pancake breakfast. Left late to meet Fiona, Dawn and Crystal at Pyramid for some shopping. Came home with more than I initially planned to buy. Sleep. Spaghetti for dinner. Tired. Planning to watch “27 Dresses” later when it finishes downloading. And if it doenst hurry up, another breath holding session tonight.

It would be simple, ordinary days with them, like these that I will miss the most once Clinical School begins. Just thinking about it is scary. Anyways half a year more to go, will just make sure I enjoy the rest of it =)

Pictures i stole

This is what happens when you think too much:

You cant figure out where all that thinking led you to.

Everybody do the Robot Dance.

I finally watched Transformers today. And i must say it was NICE! Not only nice because they had all those cool cars and power transformation moves (well duh~ the show is called Transformers right), the movie was made even nicer because it made clearer to me, an event that happened the night before....

Thursday was out last day of rotations, so after lunch i went back to vista, packed my stuff and had took a nap. So around 8pm after my dinner i started moving my stuff to my car. Because of the amount of things i had to carry home with me this time, baju for GP posting and penang trip, the books incase i insaf and want to start studying, i decided to take half of the them down and make a second trip for the rest.

So i brought all my books down, opened the boot and dumped them in.
Then i closed the boot.
Then i look at what i had in my hands:
Wallet, check- handphone,check- housekeys,check- carkeys, chhh....
NO WAIT I DIDNT HAVE MY CAR KEYS
WHERE DID MY CAR KEYS GO?

I looked at the keyhole on the boot, cos sometimes i am like that, i accidentally leave the carkeys stuck in the keyhole when i lift the boot open. But it wasnt there.
I bent down and shine my minitorch light i bought during my Taylor's years to guide me through the dark stairs or My Place Apartments. But it wasnt there.
I checked the road.
I checked my pockets.
I checked my hands again.

I had locked my car keys in my own boot.

Suddenly images of large drills making a huge hole in my wira started flashing in my mind.

Cold sweat.

I always new i would one day do something very irresposible with that car, and today was the day.

Anyways skipping the boring details on how i came up with planA, then later planB, and finally settling with plan C, i called home found out the drills werent going to be a problem because there is such thing as a ''spare'' key. And so happened that Xandra and Jen Lye were in the library that night, libo-ing so i was allowed to follow them back to subang. Thanks guys!

Because i didnt watch Transformers earlier, i was feeling guilty and silly the whole nite. But this morning i watched the dvd my dad bought, and it all became clear to me.

Maybe it wasnt my fault afterall. Maybe my wira is an alien robot. Maybe in some weird way it had to save the world by eating my car keys for a night.

My name is Cheobu. And i send this message out to all Cheobus out there seeking refuge in their little pink cars. The aliens are here. They wait to trick you into thinking you are a bimbo my swallowing your car keys when you empty stuff into your boot. They are waiting.

I knew the instants i mentioned "Transformers" at the begining of this post, the picture in every male reader's head was probably this one:

Haha cant say that i blame them. A cheobu who can fix cars? *salute*

Oh but just a random fact lar not that i am trying to compete with Megan Fox ( crazy meh, MEGAN FOX leh), but i know how to refill water for my car ady. May not sound like much, but i *salute* myself.

PS: additional information i just got from Rooney, apparently her full name is Megan Denise Fox! Proves my theory of the great Denises: VJ Denise, Megan Denise Fox, Denise Richards, I'm pretty sure the owner of Denise Wine Shop is pretty hot, and Denise Tan (me).