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Its amazing how one can be a parent and not know their child's full name.

Me: What is child's full name?

Parent: Maggie Teo.

Me: I mean full name. Like Maggie Teo Li Ling or sumthing.

And the so-called parent is stumped. Is it so difficult to remember their chinese name? I understand that some people do not have chinese name but in the above mentioned, that girl obviously has one. (he had to call back up to ask what the name was). Aiyo.


It's appaling to know that a parent could not remember the child's birthdate (when i say child, im thinking of ages between 2-6, mind you). If you're eighty and you forget, I could still forgive you lar. But, if your child was born several years ago, i mean how could your ACTUALLY forget? Maybe childbirth was akin to defecating. Maybe that's why they forgot. Terrible.

Oh yeah, one more thing. When your child is sick, puhleese remember their birth certificate numbers. If not, bring that damn cert along! I had to deal with these so frequently that I'm quite frustrated.

Can't remember full name, can't remember birthday, can't remember b/c no. So, you tell me what I should do? Neneh betul. Lucky their essential parts are firmly attached, otherwise, only He knows. Pui!

On a happier note, I enjoyed working at the clinic (minus those muddle-headed parents). =)
And my, my these blardy doctors sure earn A LOT.

Maamamaa moo!! The E to the X to the A to the M to the S are finally over. -somersaults in joy-

And, the dreaded paper is not so dreadful after all. =D Yippee.

A huge load off my back (for now). I need to catch up on all those lost sleep. I can chill on the sofa for hours now without looking at the clock ever-so-frequently, just to make sure I don't over-rest. I can join the family again. I have been at home for the past week, but yet I'm not home. Bayang pun tak nampak. We're separated by that solid, wooden door.

You know, exams are very possessive. They detach you away from your families and friends. They have control over every inch of you and every minute you have, you'd be thinking about them. Damn stifling. It'd be scary if exams were human. -shudders-

Anyway, like I said, I can finally spend some quality time with the loved ones. I've realised that I've spent way too much time on other stuffs. Its time to give that attention back to those whom I hold dear. =)


6 weeks of clinical coming right up and let's cross the fingers, hoping it'll be an uneventful one. I'm not taking fail for an answer so you ( i-dont-know-who-you-are preceptor), better pass me. I'm not threatening, I'm just asking... Heh.


NUH, embrace me. HERE I COME!!

It is THE night before the dreaded paper.

I've done this before and I know I could do it. Yes, I can. Have faith, moo. Insyallah.

Wish me luck.

What does it feel to really, really like someone? Oh, I'm heterosexual btw. I shall not even try to use the word love because the notion of love itself is just far too complex. I can't fully fathom what like is, so how to understand what love is?

I've had tonnes (perhaps even zillions) of crushes. Oh well, blame it on my raging hormones. I'm a growing girl, hokay. =) I've never had the opportunity to really, truly like someone. So, i wonder. A lot. What it feels like when you've been bitten by the bug. Does it make you lose your inhibitions, or perhaps even your whole self? Because, I know some people do. And that's quite sad isn't it? But then again, i've seen people remain the way they are or even changed for the better. Hmm. Aiyah, must take into account individual differences i guess. But, but i'm still curious. Heh. If only like is tangible. Its easier to understand and measure what like is if it has physical dimensions. Then, maybe then, I could understand why people change because of it.


Hmm, if only i could understand why sepet eyes are so irresistable. Hah!


Every girl dreams of her knight in shining armour. Cheesy? Yeah, i know. Very. But it's true isn't it? At some point in time of their lives, girls do fantasize about these things. I know i do. Heh. But all that i remember of my knight is, he's taller (than me f'course) and has SEPET eyes. =D Ok lar, if you're a girl and you don't, then you're a freak. =P

I like those dreams (or any dreams actually). Because dreams are soo, perfect. The utimate utopia. =) A place where only happiness and sunshine reign. Some may disagree because nothing in this world is perfect and perfect is boring. What would happiness mean if there was no sadness to balance it? What would goodness means if there was no evil to balance it?

Oh well, i guess imperfection has ruled the world for too long. It would be great to have a change, even if its only for a day or perhaps just only in my dreams.


I don't really know where this entry is going. I'm just letting my fingers do all the work while brain gets its hour long rest.


I miss the old days. I memorized the conflict management notes like crazy but I've never applied it. What a dung.

I was supposed (yeah, supposed to) to be studying when suddenly, jil dropped the BOMB!

jil: MOO!!! u're in CCU!!!!

Oh my freaking goodness. Aaaaargh. I'm speechless. I'm shocked. I'll be spending six weeks of clinical in an intensive care unit! So much for saying they will not be sending students to ICU because they are a hindrance. Pui!

Oh my godddyyyness. Will I pass the prcp? Can i pass? And the saddest thing is I will not be spending those precious six weeks with my friend(s)-whom-i've-never-been-to-attachment-without. =( I don't care. At the very least, we must go break together hor... =(

Forget bout this for now, moo. Back to the books!!!!!!!

Hiatus? My *&(^^%%$#$%!

i'm freakinn stressed. i am (probably already have) expending almost all of my energy trying to study behavior modification.

somebody help me. =(

"If I am a teacher" (journal entry dated 18.01.2007)

If I am a teacher, my greatest wish would be all the children in my school would be good students. I also want them to be smart and have a good education. But when I grow up, I do not want to be a teacher. Instead, I want to be a principal. A principal will get good pay just because they sit in the office, answer calls and giving the speech. I mean, how hard could that be? Unlike a teacher, he/she will have to be quite strict because students are not quite obedient these days. Anyway, enough about me. If i am a teacher, I have a big responsibility and I do not want to ruin it. So, you can say if I want to be a teacher, I will choose to be a good one.

"Funny Rhymes" (journal entry dated 01.03.2007)

When the duck starts to quack,
I start to pack.
When the duck starts to attack,
I start to hide in my sack.
And when the duck starts to bite,
I start to fight.


Being a random person that I am, I decided to post some of the entries that were written my brother (yeah that cute-but-can-be-oh-so-annoying one). I thoroughly enjoyed reading his journal and it certainly made my night =) Although his grammar is.... hmmm.

Anway, tomorrow will be my last day in school. =( Not last day of the semester. Neither is it the last day of the year. It is the last day of the entire course!!! No more lectures in the LTs. No more lab lessons. No more assignments. Aaargh. This is so hard. So much harder than I thought. I'm going to miss every freaking soul I met in nyp.

But for now, its chiong-ing for the exams and the ever-so-scary pre-registration consolidation placement. =) oh, i'm on a hiatus till the exams are over.

I'm still praying that what starts well, ends well.