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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,

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so 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

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the 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

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"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

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the 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

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i 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+08:00

"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 told

lishunhttp://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+08:00

it doesn't feel like christmas evelike christmas isn't hereas if december hit a bumpand it's just the twenty-third.

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in 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+08:00

it'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+08:00

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. =P

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he 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+08:00

chivalry, 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+08:00

"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+08:00

for 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 breakfast

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2 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+08:00

cooking 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+08:00

online 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+08:00

i 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

the 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 the

lishunhttp://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+08:00

can 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+08:00

i 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+08:00

perhaps 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+08:00

this 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+08:00

my 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.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-15567750834342853452009-10-29T16:36:00.004+08:002009-10-29T17:36:37.420+08:00

the samurai warriors had a bro-code of sorts among them, called bushido. one of the most well-known components of that code is seppuku, or harakiri as it is better known in the english-speaking world.when a samurai warrior faces defeat, he commits seppuku to avoid the possibility of capture, torture and the infliction of further shame. if found guilty of a capital offence, a samurai warrior could

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-23828770075030301422009-10-27T04:05:00.003+08:002009-10-27T07:05:26.079+08:00

ever had one of those nights when you go to bed knowing that no amount of sleep will have you waking up refreshed and ready to go? it's now 4am on a tuesday morning and i've had one of those nights. funny it was a public holiday yesterday, an occasion associated with lazy siestas and pasta dinners. instead i woke up with a headache that sustained throughout the day, paid a visit to a patient with

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-91110640694364006552009-10-17T23:16:00.005+08:002009-10-18T00:05:47.621+08:00

when i was 8, i wanted to be an archaeologist. it probably had something to do with the fact that i read nothing but books on dinosaurs for the most part of my time in hong kong. i shared those ambitions with my father one day and he responded with a dry-as-ice, "well, you'll probably dig for more than 20 years and if you're lucky you'll discover a new species of dinosaur, but you're more likely

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-44182493053980925732009-10-15T07:11:00.002+08:002009-10-15T07:13:34.905+08:00

i have never been this swamped and this exhausted before. semester 9, you will be the death of me. my time is rrruuuuuuuuuning outttttttttt, my time is rrruuuuuuuuuning outttttttttt.sigh.

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-70472304756564863762009-10-12T17:19:00.004+08:002009-10-12T22:51:51.047+08:00

it was a scene out of a sitcom about twenty-something single, working women. we could have been (younger versions of) carrie, samantha, charlotte and miranda. or susan, lynette, bree and gabrielle. or maybe rachel, monica, phoebe and...err...one other person.the point is, we were at a bar overlooking the city of kayelle on a friday night, in work-appropriate clothes - unlike the suspiciously

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-30842965468720332052009-10-07T20:06:00.003+08:002009-10-07T20:30:16.292+08:00

if you tell a layperson, "my back is killing me!" his/her response will probably be, "oh you poor thing! have you seen a doctor?"direct the same statement to someone in the medical field and it is highly likely that you will be greeted with something like "really? where does it hurt? does it radiate anywhere? do you have bowel or urinary incontinence???"it's funny how studying medicine has caused

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-71271139853275750732009-10-04T19:09:00.004+08:002009-10-05T20:20:44.019+08:00

doctor: what did you do yesterday? did you lift heavy things? walk alot?me: um...not any more than usual, no.doctor: pick up any heavy books? *chuckle*me: hahahahahahaha...even she knew just how silly that question was. exactly which medical student hasn't carried a heavy load of books? i brought home two monster textbooks (which i naturally left untouched over the weekend) and brought them back

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-68088152717044410872009-09-30T20:28:00.003+08:002009-09-30T20:45:52.008+08:00

this year marks my 20th year of formal education. out of those 20 years, i have been subject to objective forms of evaluation (aka examinations) for 15. you would think that 15 years would be enough to desensitise me to the anxiety, fear and self-doubt that comes in tandem with exams, but nooooooooooo. here i am, the night before my nth exam, and i am freaking out. i don't rummage through my

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-72469703434581377862009-09-27T11:12:00.003+08:002009-09-27T11:18:43.258+08:00

there are only 4 days left before i die a slow and painful death at the hands of the surgeons i call my lecturers. the dean will be there to see me fall apart during my clinical exam on thursday and i will hand in my written paper complete with splashes made of the beads of sweat from my forehead as i answer the questions on friday. then, it's a crazy packed weekend with a wedding on saturday and

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-52792736164463609072009-09-22T18:17:00.002+08:002009-09-22T19:32:15.081+08:00

this is gonna be the last of my "7 days in melbourne" series. i'm just gonna edit the whole batch and upload it on facebook sometime this week. but in the meantime...day 1 - hosier lanewe're back on hosier lane today, where the graffiti keeps screaming out to the creative side of me, resurfacing old loves and desires, hanging out old dirty laundry to dry. i miss this place.day 2 - yarra

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-88792994245927389582009-09-20T14:11:00.003+08:002009-09-20T14:29:09.252+08:00

i drove home after class on friday. it was just 2:15pm but there was a horrendous crawl southbound for the 20km stretch between nilai and seremban. i thanked my lucky stars that i was heading the opposite direction and just as i got past the congestion somewhere near the nilai r&r about 3km before the traffic came to a standstill, i saw some cars tailgating on the left lane on the other side,

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"now, repeat those verses, but with your name in place of the word 'he'." it was pretty late in the evening at my discipler's apartment. we spent the last hour or so updating each other about our lives and just before we wrapped up the night in prayer, she took out her bible and opened it to the first psalm. we read the verses together, and it was then that she asked me to substitute my name into

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-38596420192985110202009-09-13T23:47:00.002+08:002009-09-14T00:17:46.889+08:00

day 1 - bourke streetbourke street is shopping central in melbourne city and david jones is one of those departmental stores that students with very little money dread walking into because pretty much everything is out of their budget.in the midst of all that mid-high end shopping was a man begging for money. i later saw him asleep on the steps of a store in one of the alleys perpendicular to

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-40679493871763494802009-09-11T20:49:00.003+08:002009-09-11T21:34:57.128+08:00

pedicurist 1: oh. wow. check out her feet.pedicurist 2: *takes a look* you've got a tough one on your hands.pedicurist 1: you sure i can handle this? i've only been 3 months on the job.pedicurist 2: well, if you need reinforcements, i'll help you out later.- 20mins of vigorous foot filing later -pedicurist 1: erm, how's this? my arm hurts.pedicurist 2: ooh. it still looks pretty bad.pedicurist 1:

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-49886207807894324592009-09-10T21:50:00.003+08:002009-09-10T22:25:32.377+08:00

day 1 - lcctthe day i left for melbourne was a rather eventful one. first, i thought i had misplaced my passport...30mins before i was supposed to leave the house. i eventually found it in the drawer of my dressing table, where i had put it a couple of weeks before with the aim of making sure it was somewhere safe. good grief. then, i had diarrhoea. then, the bus i got on at kl sentral departed

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-82208491836246710622009-09-07T22:47:00.004+08:002009-09-08T07:19:55.027+08:00

it's been a long day. the last thing i want to do is recap how i was freaked out by how much my lecturers use the phrase "when you are a houseman...", a phrase they have barely uttered in the past 18 months but seem to have rediscovered its use recently. so i'm going to employ denial, a very useful friend, and focus instead on blogging about my recent trip to melbourne. since it'll take forever

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-54327581668576144712009-09-04T06:14:00.002+08:002009-09-04T06:43:40.372+08:00

i have a tendency to psychoanalyse things a little too much. for example, my insistence on never getting my hair straightened ever again is not just a matter of not liking it the first and only time i've gotten it done. it's also got to do with my identity, self-esteem and the way others view me.it was the first prom-like event i signed myself up for. i didn't have a date and most of my closest

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-67192814813876009972009-09-01T21:27:00.002+08:002009-09-01T21:29:33.502+08:00

you know that thing called pms? the one that women blame their moods on and men laugh/mourn over a second pint of beer? yes, that one.when it hits, it hits hard. it will take more than a packet of pods to get me out of this one. sigh.

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-5772208257679155432009-08-30T19:11:00.002+08:002009-08-30T19:47:51.549+08:00

physics was my least favourite subject in both secondary school and junior college. i almost failed the subject at certain points in both those stages of my education and i told myself that i will never ever consider a career in engineering.however, i do like to think that i learnt enough during those 4 years to grasp the concept of how airplanes - objects of greater density than air - can fly.

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-16968532437263631822009-08-25T12:30:00.002+08:002009-08-25T12:57:00.310+08:00

the joggers in australia are hardcore. how hardcore, you ask?they jog in groups of 3 - one trainer, two victims - with the trainer yelling encouragement at them as they run through 25kmph winds at temperatures around 5-7 degrees. at 11am.an example:victim: i took my dog out for a walk this morning and it was freez-trainer: no! you should say "i took my dog out on a beautiful day and it was

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hellooooo! greetings from melbourne! it's cloudy out and it's about 15 degrees today, although it looks alot less. i am having a hard time deciding what to wear on my museum binge but i guess it doesn't matter that much considering i'm gonna hopefully be indoors most of the time.it's nice being in a foreign land during my break, mostly for the selfish me time, but also because it's been a long

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-88257724700810905292009-08-21T06:40:00.004+08:002009-08-21T09:29:16.271+08:00

three years (has it really been that long?!) ago, i spent 10 days in australia on the pretext of helping my cousin settle into a new environment and ended up having the time of my life.ok fine, maybe not the time of my life, but it was still a pretty darn good 10 days.no one i knew was around in melbourne at the time because it was summer and everyone was busy having nasi lemak and hokkien mee

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-62875657326772087812009-08-20T16:53:00.004+08:002009-08-20T17:18:12.948+08:00

if only repeating a person's name again and again makes that person GO AWAY.i can think of a few.i am committing murder in my heart and feeling just the slightest remorse for it. there you go. a confession.no repentance yet though.aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggghhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-52663209001294704232009-08-18T22:11:00.003+08:002009-08-18T22:14:48.469+08:00

i am angry.i am angry because this isn't the first time and it won't be the last.i am angry because i cannot fathom this blatant display of apathy.i am angry because of the utter lack of concern and responsibility.i am angry because we are supposed to be adults and, horror of horrors, future doctors.i am angry because there is no way i can speak in a civil manner about this.i am angry because

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-14573767321118796062009-08-17T18:11:00.002+08:002009-08-17T18:30:53.165+08:00

a couple of months ago my friends and i were at the sports medicine clinic, doing as many drawer tests on as many knees as possible, when a young man walked into the room. he was dressed in football attire (a little pretentious, i thought, since he was hobbling and obviously did not just come from or was going to a football match), was quite a looker and had an athlete's physique. as the doctor

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"i would rather cross my arms and arm myself with a look of bemusement, make mildly sarcastic remarks about everything you say and refuse to look you in the eye. i would rather do all that than to laugh and allow myself to enjoy your presence.jealous me, i could never live with the knowledge that you belong to no one but Him and i'd have to share you with the others who do laugh and enjoy you

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-29048585983914814082009-08-12T18:34:00.002+08:002009-08-12T19:14:04.309+08:00

i only got my driver's license at the age of 20, upon returning from singapore. i started uni not long after that and had to drive about 30km a day just to get to and from my campus.while at the kl campus, i attended a church that was approximately 10km from uni and found myself ferrying people to and from church every weekend and occasionally during the week as well. on those days, i drove 15km

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-90049548159410576732009-08-12T05:36:00.002+08:002009-08-12T06:00:19.469+08:00

man...if i kept a list...

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tonight, i watched an 11-year-old girl die. the noise and movement of the resuscitation efforts ceased after about an hour and all eyes turned towards the cardiac monitor. only the sound of slow electrical activity pierced through the air, accenting the anticipation of the inevitable.eventually the bleeps coalesced into a single tone, signifying a single line. a flat-line. the staff unhooked all

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yasmin ahmad (1958-2009)to be honest, i wasn't a huge fan of the one and only yasmin ahmad movie i watched. "sepet" seemed too naive, too ideal. although i was in tears by the end of the film, angry because i didn't know if jason was dead or alive, my head still kept telling me "what a ridiculous story." of course, later on i understood the charm of the film was not just the breaking of many,

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-24898293792158066032009-08-04T19:07:00.007+08:002009-08-05T07:38:16.227+08:00

the clinical practice guideline to...me.---if i appoint a certain time and place to meet, you can be pretty darn sure that's the time and place that you will see me. feel free to be late, but if your arrival will be delayed by 15mins or more, i'd appreciate it if you'd give me a heads up at least 30mins before the predetermined time of meeting. i'd do the same for you.if you're going to be

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-84622287096719980842009-07-31T15:31:00.004+08:002009-07-31T16:31:48.588+08:00

i've been spending alot of time lately watching the talks delivered at the ted (techology, entertainment, design) conferences that are held a couple of times a year in california. the speakers are experts in various fields and are wonderfully gifted in the art of public speaking...with the exception of a few (ie those google guys). a friend of mine described ted talks as being "dangerous" because

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-42581954162514823182009-07-25T14:44:00.005+08:002009-07-25T15:32:42.103+08:00

there is this one particular kind of ice cream that my parents love. we discovered it while living in taikoo shing and it quick became the sort of thing that made an appearance on the dinner table during special occasions like birthdays and anniversaries and whenever my mother was in a good mood. i was in charge of cutting the block of vanilla-and-chocolate into portions that would satisfy

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-26183835599855695842009-07-24T23:59:00.001+08:002009-07-25T00:59:00.655+08:00

i initially wrote a long rant about how my day went. it didn't start out very well and eventually some things happened that, coupled with the usual cycle of hormone changes that go on in the female body, almost caused me to lose my temper. i wasn't very pleased with a couple of people and i spent most of my day rehearsing mean lines to say to them or replaying scenes of confrontation in my head.

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-75203619454654929782009-07-21T10:48:00.003+08:002009-07-21T18:44:53.015+08:00

i've noticed an interesting change in attitude among students in my university. when we first started out as medical students, we had two hour-long lectures a day and after that we were pretty much left to our own devices. oh sure there were the occasional clinical skills sessions and problem-based learning classes, but most of the time we were expected to spend the day reading the 4-page lecture

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-3640300995519172842009-07-19T00:57:00.005+08:002009-07-19T18:01:27.458+08:00

it was a great night because our malaysian youngsters showed some spunk on the field and delivered a performance they, and every malaysian, should be proud of. it was especially moving to see pretty much everyone around me stand up and cheer and dance like crazy when our no.17 twice took advantage of united's daydreaming goalies to guide the ball home. it was nice to hear my cousin mutter "oh

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overheard at the manchester united training session at bukit jalil:"hey, that's rooney. ROOOOOOONNAAAAAAY!!! oh wait it's not him.""we love you ronaldo!!!" - wth?!"michael owen? oh he's that short one in front of berbatov. that's the one with the greasy hair.""so all the old farts are here, the young ones are there and the middle bunch are over there?""wah, mereka memang sangat tinggi. tinggi

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i'm gonna take a break from writing stuff about current issues - doing the two posts below has done nothing but remind me that i am neither knowledgeable nor eloquent enough to comment about weightier things - and instead whine about my problem with excessive daytime sleepiness.ok fine, excessive daytime sleepiness is actually a diagnosis and i don't fit the criteria. i don't find myself getting

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-49771958211963166422009-07-13T12:46:00.003+08:002009-07-13T13:27:19.225+08:00

the comments from the post below has drawn attention to a chicken-and-egg situation.the government spends up to 1 million ringgit per person to send students overseas for tertiary education in the hopes that they'll return and improve "the system". those aforementioned students then gain valuable experience and knowledge but refuse to come home because "the system" is in far too disarray to

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-54241404565849194902009-07-07T20:31:00.005+08:002009-07-07T21:10:05.649+08:00

"Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad has called on doctors and future doctors in the country to contribute towards nation-building by serving the people. The former prime minister who spoke on 'brain drain', said that loyalty to the country was very important "if you want to build this country". According to Dr Mahathir, everyone who was born in this country was "helped" by the country, to be where they were

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-8833161149612322362009-07-06T21:12:00.004+08:002009-07-06T21:48:48.142+08:00

just a glass of apple juice and i am transported to a chilly connecticut autumn in 1989. my family relocated there for 9 months while my father worked on some postgraduate research. it was a country that everyone but myself has been to and i think it's fortunate that i was only 4 at the time and had nothing but the weather to adapt to. for the first time, my little fingers touched snow. i carved

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"i don't think father flynn did anything wrong.""you just want things to be resolved so you can have simplicity back"i watched "doubt" today, after letting it rot for six months in my external hard drive. i thought the story was provoking and the acting was excellent (especially viola davis as mrs miller), but in the midst of all the pulitzer prize-winning lines was the above exchange between

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-73426147690922837672009-06-29T17:26:00.003+08:002009-06-29T17:53:34.825+08:00

last week, i came home one day to find an old, stained envelope on my table. it was addressed to my parents and bore the logo of my primary school in hong kong. when i opened it up, i found out that it contained a progress report of my first term in that school. i was 7 years old at the time.the main headings were on personal and social development, english, mathematics, science, topic work, the

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i started signing up for runs for 3 reasons:1. to have some form of motivation to get off my butt and exercise2. that sense of accomplishment once i cross the finishing line3. to exorcise the demons i have about running as a result of 2 years of napfa helli am far from the fittest person around. even after doing a couple of 10km runs, i still perform miserably. in fact, my timing has gotten worse

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-37231238071829440822009-06-26T16:02:00.003+08:002009-06-26T16:47:21.534+08:00

i'm gonna jump on the bandwagon and blog about farrah fawcett (yes, she died too, in case you forgot) and michael jackson.i'm too young to know farrah fawcett. i've never even watched any of the original charlie's angels shows until star world decided to have minisodes of old television series. she was from my father's generation and i'm sure if there's anyone who'll miss her, it'd be him. but

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-70386594307905529732009-06-25T21:58:00.002+08:002009-06-25T22:25:33.957+08:00

so ok fine the "revenge" part fell a little flat. since sam and michaela were already involved there wasn't much romantic anticipation. the comic relief from sam's room mate wasn't enough to make up for his annoying-ness. i missed some of the robots from the first movie. the unintentional tribute to indiana jones was rather amusing.in the end the movie was, story-wise anyway, rather blah. and

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-54067421716297016662009-06-24T09:44:00.003+08:002009-06-24T10:03:45.806+08:00

here's a gem from tun dr.m (paraphrased many times over):"i never said that the teaching of science and math in english was to improve the standards of english language among malaysians. it is to enable us to understand scientific lingo, considering it's the lingua franca of science right now. in the past, the greeks were the forefront runners of science and technology. scholars in the arabic

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-27504038968654376812009-06-23T18:44:00.003+08:002009-06-23T19:13:10.793+08:00

i had the itinerary all planned out.i was supposed to arrive on saturday night, get some sleep at my cousin's place, wake up for sunday service at planetshakers church with some of my seniors, head over to the st kilda's beach sunday flea market, have lunch there, and then hang out with my cousin for whatever's left of the day.for the rest of the week, i'll visit the salvador dali and jane austen

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so it's my week off, after an agonizing 5 days of physical and psychological pain last week. as usual, there's a whole lot of things for me to do, but i am probably gonna end up procrastinating, facebooking and babysitting my lovely niece. just a digression...i read in the papers today that english teachers are discouraged from teaching the "i before e, except after c" rule in class because there

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-32744555240867399002009-06-17T20:25:00.003+08:002009-06-18T06:10:51.181+08:00

ever since spending my electives with health equity initiatives in march, i've developed a newfound respect for people who spend their lives advocating human rights. it's often a thankless job and it's a life of persecution after persecution, one roadblock after another.but when i read articles like this one by alice nah, or reports like the trafficking in persons report 2009, and stories of

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so it's the week of my exam. the week before i have a week off. to (maybe) go to ipoh. to complete whatever transfer of books my dad wants me to do in conjunction with the minor renovation efforts going on in the house. to meet up with friends. to get into shape for the kl international marathon 10km event. to spend as much time as possible with the super cute member of my family that is my niece

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"twenty-four oceans, twenty-four skiestwenty-four failures in twenty-four triestwenty-four finds me in twenty-fourth placetwenty-four dropouts at the end of the daylife is not what i thought it was twenty-four hours agostill, i'm singing 'Spirit, take me up in arms with You.'and i'm not who i thought i was twenty-four hours ago.still, i'm singing 'Spirit, take me up in arms with You.'"when i

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-78815306783023302332009-06-10T08:17:00.002+08:002009-06-10T08:34:20.123+08:00

cf yesterday involved a rather interesting discussion about frustration, anger and the various outlets we resort to letting all that pressure go. some of us make use of visualising techniques...imagining the problem or the person to be small compared to the immense wonder of the universe. in the end, it'll shrink the situation to minute proportions that aren't worth worrying about. most of us

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-16848007116247617722009-06-09T08:12:00.003+08:002009-06-09T08:21:40.683+08:00

the words "baptize" and "baptism" are directly transferred greek words because there is no english equivalent to either of them. just like there are no words for me to describe how i feel now that my parents have no objection to me being water baptized this sunday. hallelujah! =)

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i donated blood today. yay. why is my blog becoming more and more like a glorified twitter page? oh noes.

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look, if you've left malaysia for greener pastures, good on you. you've done what people have been doing since the beginning of time. i salute your courage to uproot your family and try your luck somewhere else. i hope you're having a better time wherever you are.if you've decided to stay in malaysia because you love your parents or nasi lemak too much, good on you too. sure, this is a very much

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-78664576719343289722009-06-01T21:53:00.003+08:002009-06-01T22:04:19.788+08:00

i took a look at the unpublished entries i wrote, all 120 of them. most were axed because the ideas that led to their existence died out after a couple of sentences, others were deemed too stupid to ever see the light of day.a minority of posts, however, were saved as drafts because i felt they revealed a little more than they should about my then state of mind. they were cryptic, occasionally

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there are times, during praise and worship, that i feel disconnected from the songs i sing. the songs are usually old favourites that i know by heart, which means that i often find myself singing the words in a reflex-like manner - not giving them a second thought at all. last week, i caught myself in one of those times, jolted by the realisation that i didn't mean a single word i was singing. "

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my sister left to study law in the uk when i was 10. during the two years she was there, she'd write home and include a separate letter just for me, the little sister who tried hard to emulate her older sibling. in her letters, she'd often detail music trends in england, telling me the latest gossip about celebrities and how ridiculously cheap (just 99p!) singles tapes are over there. true to

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it's the morning after my beloved club threw the european championship away and here i am, waiting for clinics to start in about 30mins. it's a saddddd saddddd day. sigh.which is why i'm gonna blog about a couple of guys from california who have been making me laugh for a good number of years. if you're an internet pop culture junkie like i am, you'd have probably heard of them - wongfu

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if i can be thankful for just one thing my parents have given me, it would be the love of reading. i am ever grateful for the world of literature they have opened up to me from a young age. i believe my dreams are richer because of the imagination i've grown used to from reading about the faraway tree, narnia, the indian in the cupboard, the giant peach. there is nothing i love more than feeling

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i was initially going to blog about this and this, but i realised that i did not have sufficient background knowledge about law, ethics and the Bible to do the topic any justice. the only thing i can say is that i was filled with rage when i read about the case. as a christian and a student of medicine, i felt conflicted about the situation. but there was no mistaking the anger i felt towards the

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i am suffering a backlash for choosing football over friends.oh noes.

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we have finally come to the end of american idol season 8.although kris allen was a misjudgment on my part, considering i never anticipated him to make it to this season's finale, i hit the bullseye again with my choices for best performances by the two finalists. what did adam choose as his encore performance? "mad world" (with some smoke machines and a trench coat thrown in for drama...as if he

lishunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00034853929199391646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652908.post-87341642663400893762009-05-18T18:43:00.004+08:002009-05-18T19:33:43.335+08:00

HAH!

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there have been several memorable patients during my first year of clinical school. there's the humorous elderly malay gentleman who is a treasure chest of cardiovascular signs. there's also the young police officer who became paralysed waist down after an unfortunate accident on his 23rd birthday. but none delivered a more shocking revelation than this one bangladeshi man i met during my

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it was with a heavy heart that i replaced danny gokey's picture on the right with an edited one that has a big red cross over his face (NOOOOOOOOooooo...!!!). sigh. my ideal american idol season 8 finale didn't materialise, but i guess next week won't be completely devoid of drama because...it's gonna be a battle of two contestants with radically different backgrounds who, if the gossip blogs are

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40 years ago, my parents were newlyweds faced with the daunting task of keeping up teaching appointments in two different districts tens of kilometres apart while helping to support a family. they had one car, they taught in different sessions and they had to find some way to make it all work out. it was as difficult to manage as it was.then, may 13 happened. suddenly, there were helicopters

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the one thing i can't relinquish? control over my future.i can't stand the thought of not knowing where i'll be 10 years from now. i can't bear the notion of surrendering it all to God. i want to point my life in the exact direction i want to go and have things be smooth-sailing the whole way. of course, the fact that i don't know which direction i want to go complicates things. messes my mind up

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during the pandemonium that was the perak state assembly meeting and its associated events in kl, i found out that one of my secondary school mates was among those arrested (and released, thank God). that, coupled with the involvement of some other friends in politics and human rights activism, made me realise that every cliched mention of "we are the leaders of the future" in the numerous essays

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whenever anyone criticizes the state of politics in malaysia, i usually say, "well, we're still miles better than taiwan."i guess i can't really say that anymore.

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"as i introduced them, the past came back to meand i couldn't help but think of the way things used to besometimes i thank God for unanswered prayersremember when you're talkin' to the man upstairsthat just because He doesn't answer doesn't mean He don't caresome of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers"- from "unanswered prayers" by garth brooksthing is, i know that God's will is perfect

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i watched "x-men origins: wolverine" today. i didn't do any homework beforehand (about the characters duh), i haven't watched the other x-men movies, and i didn't watch it with people who have done both so that i can have a running commentary during the film. in fact, i watched it alone, with the sole objective to drool over ryan reynolds. he's one of those atypical objects of swooning that i

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"didn't have a camera by my side this timehoping i would see the world with both my eyesmaybe i will tell you all about it when i'm in the mood to lose my waybut let me sayyou should have seen that sunrise with your own eyesit brought me back to lifeyou'll be with me next time i go outsideno more 3X5guess you had to be thereguess you had to be with me"- from "3X5" by john mayerli ao, a famous

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secret giggles at the back row about nick carter and howie d.the smile on your face as you cut into the big green cake.a look of contentment during an afternoon siesta.lying in silence while our favourite song played in the darkness.the wind in my hair when i took my hands off the brakes and fell free.how your eyes never met mine even as we danced for exactly 9 seconds.an awkward moment when your

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