tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96529082024-03-05T15:10:06.720+08:00lishun's musingslishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.comBlogger872125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-3881009372930462282010-02-15T23:48:00.002+08:002010-02-15T23:55:33.875+08:00i have moved!i have kept this blog for over 6 years now. it was initially hosted on diary-x, which died a painful death in 2005. i scrambled to save my posts, but only recovered 40% of them. blogspot came to the rescue and i've called this place "home" for the last 5 years.it is with a heavy heart that i move to lishun.wordpress.com. i've intended to move for a long, long time but, as i told a friend today, lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-87039762607522810632010-01-17T21:03:00.002+08:002010-01-17T21:14:10.413+08:00one monthso my blog has kinda fallen silent. i've been composing 2-3 posts a week for a long time, and not updating for a week seems rather odd. it's not that i have nothing to blog about - i am a self-centered, self-glorifying blogger...of COURSE i have something to blog about! - but it's just that i'd rather use my brain to study or spend whatever spare time i have in between just resting. and watching lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-39512506613976017262010-01-11T11:15:00.002+08:002010-01-11T12:01:18.835+08:00the maththe math is pretty simple.each operating theater has, at minimum, an anaesthesiologist, a surgeon, his/her assistant, and a scrub nurse. however, in my hospital, there will usually be another medical officer, a house officer, a student nurse, a medical assistant/student medical assistant, plus minus 2 or 3 medical students. that comes up at least 10 people at any one time in an operating room.at lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-32979884787949113902010-01-06T17:15:00.003+08:002010-01-06T17:36:51.676+08:00murder"You have heard that it was said to the people long ago, 'Do not murder, and anyone who murders will be subject to judgment.' But I tell you that anyone who is angry with his brother will be subject to judgment. Again, anyone who says to his brother, 'Raca,' is answerable to the Sanhedrin. But anyone who says, 'You fool!' will be in danger of the fire of hell."Therefore, if you are offering your lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-57313977162379024282010-01-04T21:39:00.003+08:002010-01-04T22:04:47.210+08:00another 25the thing about being someone who keeps pretty much everything to herself is that little cryptic emotional outbursts are all i need to express myself. it doesn't matter if you don't know who i'm talking about. it doesn't even matter if i don't know who i'm talking about a year from now. there is a simple pleasure in knowing something right now that might not matter in the days to come, a deep lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-81442129511976190622010-01-01T09:12:00.003+08:002010-01-01T09:12:00.628+08:00que serai spent much of the last year wondering what kind of doctor i'll be. almost every other post in 2009 was about me doubting my competence, my attitude, my interest in medicine. in a way it's a good thing because it means i am coming to terms with the prospect of finally becoming a doctor in the next 8 months. sure, it's a little premature to say so now, what with 2 major professional exams that i lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-67511195823733567942009-12-28T17:22:00.002+08:002009-12-28T17:45:21.668+08:00till 2020"i am driving eighty-five in the kind of morningthat lasts all afternoonjust stuck inside the gloomfour more exits to my apartmentbut i am tempted to keep the car and driveand leave it all behind'cause i wonder sometimes about the outcomeof this still verdictless lifeam i living it right?"- from "why georgia" by john mayerthe drive back to seremban this morning was especially torturous. as i toldlishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-42167818612503237792009-12-24T19:09:00.002+08:002009-12-24T19:14:19.834+08:00it doesn't feel like christmas eveit doesn't feel like christmas evelike christmas isn't hereas if december hit a bumpand it's just the twenty-third.lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-60711333541049403732009-12-21T14:56:00.003+08:002009-12-22T20:36:40.167+08:00when i am happyin august 2008, i sent this email to the artist of modern love:he had earlier asked readers to write about what they do when they are happy and i, being the kaypohchee i am, decided to give my two cents. i didn't think too much of it until a couple of days ago, when i received an email from the artist, saying that a comic he drew the very same month was actually based on my quote. swearing aside,lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-32176830129618600432009-12-14T00:43:00.004+08:002009-12-14T01:12:03.263+08:00odds and endsit's good to feel the ends of my hair against my upper back. far too much time has lapsed since i've grown my locks this long. getting my hair to look the way i want it to has been a lifelong battle but after years of looking into the mirror and not seeing a "proper" girl, i do not regret growing my mane to its current length. it's still thick and unruly, yes, but at least i don't cringe as much lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-34449187757534241672009-12-06T13:48:00.003+08:002009-12-06T17:16:52.478+08:00all i want...no, not "battle studies" the album. i want john mayer for christmas.someone bring him to malaysia for his "battle studies" world tour 2010 please?!...ok fine his album would be nice too. =Plishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-83996933746978921472009-12-03T23:00:00.002+08:002009-12-03T23:12:58.964+08:00wreckedhe thought i had more to say, something to confess. his probing looks were 8 years too late. perhaps if he had asked me then, i'd have had more to reveal. now, all i have are memories that resurface when the hormones in me decide to play games with my feelings, rendering them vulnerable to the assault of forgotten ghosts. low moods, altered sleep, damned hormones that protect my bones but wreck lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-63899355404650886982009-12-02T06:30:00.002+08:002009-12-02T06:51:11.486+08:00not deadchivalry, by definition, is related to the ideal qualities of a knight - mainly honour. these days, the word is more commonly used to describe courtesy towards women and is a term hated by some because it is deemed patronising to the fairer sex.i have a problem with chivalry. no, it's not because i interpret those acts of consideration as an insult to my independence. in fact, i am very thankful lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-10515298418038509082009-11-30T11:57:00.002+08:002009-11-30T11:57:00.279+08:00won't you please"when i was younger, so much younger than todayi never needed anybody's help in any waybut now these days are gone, i'm not so self-assurednow i find i've changed my mind, i've opened up the door"- from "help!" by the beatleson saturday night, i shared the train home with a family of what appeared to be a pair of grandparents, two sisters and the 5 children they had between them. the kids' ages lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-12844496214561788852009-11-29T15:20:00.002+08:002009-11-29T15:37:31.518+08:00no real expectationsfor the first time, i went to singapore with no real expectations. the plans to cycle at east coast park fell through as people stated their unavailability in turn, i didn't really send out a frantic string of emails confirming plans until, err, 2 hours before i was due to leave, and i bumped into people i didn't expect to meet.on friday, we took almost an hour to decide where to go for breakfastlishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-88447478438566982732009-11-26T18:52:00.002+08:002009-11-26T19:01:43.531+08:00pre-departure2 out of the next 3 nights will be spent sleepless on a train. 2 out of the next 3 days will be undeservedly squandered in a foreign land. and when reality hits, as it does without fail, it will hit hard at the end of those 3 days and nights. but i will take my chances and squander responsibly and maybe those 2 nights in a musty train carriage will turn out to be the most restful nights of my lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-38429301917854534422009-11-23T17:22:00.002+08:002009-11-23T17:53:11.184+08:00cook-mitmentcooking takes alot of commitment, especially for a spoilt brat like me. growing up, i was never required to help out in the kitchen. that was partly because my mother owned the kitchen and didn't trust anyone else with the wok and spatula...save perhaps my grandmother, but that's because grandma was just as good, if not better, a cook as she was. i remember one particular home economics class lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-27143983907449412272009-11-18T06:59:00.003+08:002009-11-18T07:15:14.424+08:00killedonline social networks have killed my real-life relationships. i was struck by this horrifying revelation just a few minutes ago as i looked through my tweets. there were some from people i feel like i've known all my life but really have only ever met in person perhaps once or twice. we exchanged @s like old friends but in reality our relationship is defined solely by our flawed interpretations lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-67804654163228992502009-11-17T17:08:00.002+08:002009-11-17T20:17:32.113+08:00wanted toi wanted to apologise today. i wanted to tell you that i now realise just how legalistic i have been - never cutting you any slack for missing cell group and hounding you whenever you don't come for service. i was wrong for putting on a fake smile while asking why you weren't serving in any ministries in a tone of voice laced with judgement. i wanted to say sorry for being legalistic, for lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-84733718072529816432009-11-16T19:37:00.002+08:002009-11-16T20:10:58.784+08:00'60s tripthe music by the beatles is now an integral part of the soundtrack to my life. from that very first time mr. thomas introduced me proper to the fab four, to the time my crush grabbed my hands and swung them around while singing "i wanna hold your hand" (before promptly going back to holding his girlfriend's hands), to my little beatlemania phase right now...there is no way i can possibly deny thelishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-12103081640308404942009-11-11T02:19:00.003+08:002009-11-11T07:08:24.589+08:00absolute geniuscan you sense the tension in this scene? can you see the struggle in his eyes? he knew that the moment he told the truth, her hand would slip away from his and things would change forever. yet, he chose to speak at the very instant she released her heart from its prison of doubt, only to throw it into the familiar grip of betrayal. ...and they say the truth will set you free. ---i could not help lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-86012956254686350502009-11-09T03:00:00.001+08:002009-11-09T03:00:58.680+08:00life lessons learnti owe alot of my interests to my primary 4 class teacher, mr thomas. he got me hooked onto roald dahl, trivia (we were freakin' 8 years old and we knew that paul keating was the prime minister of australia at the time) and music from an era far removed from mine. once in awhile he'd bring us to the school hall, sit us down near the piano and teach us to sing songs like "ticket to ride", "lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-26226175586878082922009-11-08T19:19:00.002+08:002009-11-08T19:54:05.175+08:00eternal springperhaps i really am a snob.i sat through a luncheon celebrating the 85th anniversary of the malaysian eng choon association thinking that i don't belong there. my father and sister are both active members and i grew up attending their events, winning their book prizes, going for dinners that my father had forked out thousands of ringgit for in support of the association. yet i have no desire to lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-62231525891066630482009-11-06T11:51:00.002+08:002009-11-06T12:19:11.240+08:00upliftingthis morning, i talked to an old man with a lung infection. i had specific reasons for seeing him - he had an interesting disease that had some good learning points for myself and the junior i had dragged along - but it didn't seem right to march up to him and say "uncleineedtoexamineyourhandsandtoesandauscultateyourlungsmayipleasedosokthx" so i took some time to just have a chat with him.i lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-27151284927989317802009-11-03T19:52:00.003+08:002009-11-03T20:42:37.166+08:00known case ofmy first encounter with seremban hospital hospital tuanku ja'afar was a little more than 3 years ago during the hilarity (on hindsight) that was nursing week. it was a bit of a shock for me at the time because the only other hospitals i've been in were either private hospitals or nuh or the-hospital-formerly-known-as-universiti-hospital and they are 5-star venues compared to seremban hospital lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0