because "hard lessons are always the best, even though they are often the worst mistakes", therefore "No longer will i drift through live feeling sorry for myself, because self pity is the seed of destruction."

its a timely wake up call

hopefully its not too late.

my mom bought egg tarts for tea break today. they sucked. ok to be fair, i judge every single egg tart i eat with those that i have tried in hongkong. and sadly, none in singapore really match up.

i love the food in hongkong. i still remember my last trip to hk. armed with the food guide in one hand, hk map in the other. and we went abt the whole of hk looking for those highly recomemded stalls with awesome food. the egg tarts were one of our many conquers! i still remember walking into dubious alleys, asking directions in our broken cantonese and climbing those never ending staircases that hk is famous for... and in the end, the food never disappoints.

yesterday, i drew blood from a patient during night call. discounting harvey the dummy and hendrick the boyfriend, it was the very first time i did it. andrew was surprised that my hands did not shake. i surprised myself too. 20 weeks into clinical postings, i know its a bit late for yesterday to be my first time. subconciously, i kept resisting the idea because i wasnt confident enough. i was afraid to hurt the patients, especially those old lady with paper thin skin and minute veins whose tendency to bruise is like sky high. but i'm glad i plucked up the courage yesterday. better late than never.

penang 2008

i cant wait to go on a holiday again. to step away from all the responsibilites, the assignments, the EOPTs. to finally take a break from the 730 - 5 lifestyle. to escape from the hospitals, the wards, the doctors, the never ending round list, the clerking, the case writeups and the home visits. and to throw myself into another culture, another way of life. i cant wait to get onto that plane bound for london. and to run towards that lone boy standing in the arrival hall a big bear hug. i cant wait.

london 2009 here i come.

i was transported to a lovely place today. there were cardboard rabbits in the grass.

thin crusted pizza with roasted duck and cucumber, and another with bacon, mushroom and garlic mascapone. crab linguine with creamy tomato sauce. apple crumble with pistachio and green almond gelato. very delightful.

semi heart to heart talks with the girls. semi because theres just too many stuff to talk about. we kept getting side-tracked. semi because we were relatively short of time. but its was still great catching up over lunch. medicine has stolen too much of our social life, it was fun to steal some back today in return. shiyun's 21st.

pressed for time, journey back was amazing race style. complete with shoutings and screams, getting lost in ulu land and a near road traffic accident. we reached ortho lecture safe and sound. the pedestrians were the idiotic ones, not us.

to party or not to party? would you come?

to the daft one (yes you):

Am I fat?

that is a very very very dangerous question.. its funny how three words can torment the boyfriends so much. because there is never really a correct answer to that question. unless you had some serious brain damage, wither that or you are looking for one, never and i mean never ever say yes to that question. that part is pretty straightforward. always bear in mind that when a girl asks that question, she is probably already feeling insecure about her body and is looking for some reassurance. so honesty is definitely not the best policy here. a white lie cant hurt.

no, i like you just the way you are. is just as bad as saying no unconvincingly complete with shifty eyes.

the former implies that you think she is fat but is just trying to be nice. but she wont be grateful for that nor appreciate you being the mr nice guy. the later is an immediate giveaway that you are lying. if you wanna lie, lie convincingly with a resounding NO.

NO, of course not!

that just sounds fake. and if looks could kill, you'll be dead the very moment that sentence comes out of your mouth.

walau, this is damn troublesome you think. so what answer should i give??

i have no idea myself too. haha! women are fickle creatures and they will never be happy with whatever answer you give. unless you really really mean your NO and substantiate it with an ice-cream, chocolates, apple crumble, or anything sinful and calorie laden but all women still love it all the same. thats why i stopped asking that question. because as much as i hate to admit it, i already know the answer to that question. plus i already have a boyfriend who readily offers his opinion without me asking.. he must have a death wish because his favourite line to me is your face is very round.

i hate his guts.
 

boomz for the company
shingz for the tummy

in abdominal distension, there are 6F's - fetus, fats, fluids, flatulence, faeces and filthy big tumour

in gallstones disease, there are 4F's - female, forty, fat and fertile

in life, there are 3F's - friends, food and fun

 

slow run + salad + banana milk shake = good stuff! healthy living here i come.
made a secret pact with myself to lose 2.5kg by the end of this year. slow and steady wins the race. now that the secret is out, i got to do it!

21st in about 1.5months time. i still dont know what to do. should i throw a party? but i dont think i have enough friends haha. and its too late to book any place now. simple dinner? but its 21st and i should do something memorable so that when i'm a grandma i can tell my grandkids i was quite a happening girl. haha. argh... any ideas??

surgery eopt. go away.
 

nope. we didnt win. but i dont think we lost either.

i miss playing netball. my stamina sucks now. slow slow SLOW jog yesterday around my neighbourhood was weirdly satisfying. i think i might be begining to like running again.  

drove to the airport during lunch to celebrate zit's birthday.
salad bar was cheap thrill
swensen's food no matter how high class still sucks
distended abdomens and post prandial saw us all dozing off at neurosurg lecture

i think its very sad when patients in terminal stage of cancer simply give up. they lose the will to live. they stop eating, moving, talking. they stop functioning and basically just lie there. this particular nursing home really enraged me when they said they do not provide TPN for terminal patients because according to their doctor, such patients do not feel hungry and hence no need to feed. ?!$"%&^*&@ wth is wrong with them? so their philosophy is to just starve them to death?
"so what will they write on the death certificate? cause of death - hunger ?" - words from a very wise man.  

 

i think its scary that i'm begining to crave for meat. i feel so carnivorous. that day at tony roma's, the boy was full before i was, which never ever happens. i am amazed at my own appetite sometimes.

on a sidenote, we won science! business next.

shucks! i missed the 8.22pm pledge taking. 

my sister has been the most uncooperative 'patient' so far. she complains loudly, squirms and giggles, and insults me continously. but she has no choice, cos eopt coming. haha!  

my dinner last night - colourful rabbit food! got tired of all the oily greasy takeaways so i decided to make this. took me less than 10 minutes

rewatching the sound of music. it used to be my fabourite film. me and my sister would play it in the afternoon and sing along to all the songs. my favourite scene is the part when the Maria first introduced music and singing to the children in the mountains and when the Captain first heard his children singing to the Baroness and he started singing along with them. my all time favourite classic, not a doubt!