tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83398941513897128002024-02-07T11:35:13.175+08:00about:blankaFLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408466647672816435noreply@blogger.comBlogger646125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339894151389712800.post-48818152424010921462012-05-11T01:41:00.002+08:002012-05-11T01:41:42.733+08:00I've been in Singapore close to, 7 years? 6 and a half. The house I live in is no longer anything special, it's just home. Home the way you can close your eyes and in your mind envision the layout of the entire place.<br />
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For just one second, though, I walked out of the shower and caught a whiff of something. It immediately brought me back to how I used to feel about Mama's place. The excitement and foreignness of staying here in Singapore when we used to visit as children. That thrill of turning past the guard house, arriving at the condo lobby and rushing up the stairs. And at night, when we cousins stayed up so late to play games, never wanting the night to end because we hated to part when it was time to go back to Malaysia.<br />
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So cool how that one whiff could remind me of all this. Such a shame so much of childhood gets forgotten. I always talk about how I don't remember anything from my school days, or even JC days. But that's not true, I remember all the fun I had with my sisters and cousins.aFLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408466647672816435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339894151389712800.post-70282432446085934982012-01-07T01:24:00.001+08:002012-01-07T01:24:10.057+08:00Who can say if I've been<br />
Changed for the better?<br />
I do believe I have been<br />
Changed for the better<br />
<br />
Because I knew you<br />
Because I knew you<br />
Because I knew you<br />
I have been changed for goodaFLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408466647672816435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339894151389712800.post-58652881160729880482012-01-03T20:23:00.001+08:002012-01-03T20:23:18.128+08:00I got glaucoma, but I think God gave me pseudo double eyelids to cheer me up and make up for it. Teehee.aFLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408466647672816435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339894151389712800.post-35664989998380169812012-01-03T19:53:00.002+08:002012-01-03T19:54:19.118+08:00<div style="text-align: center;">
R.I.P.</div>
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<i><b>Shadow</b></i> </div>
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<i>30th October 1999 - 2nd January 2012</i></div>
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<i><b>Hayley </b></i></div>
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<i>26th February 2008 - 2nd January 2012</i><br />
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Unfortunately, it is not a date I could ever forget.</div>
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Love you always, Hayley Bales. Miss you already.<br />
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I really regret all the times I wanted to show you love, but I held myself back. I should have heck cared the allergies, your smelly pee fur and just hugged you whenever I wanted to and let you slobber all over me whenever you wanted to. I really really regret not loving you the way I should have.<br />
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And I hate not being back home, going through all the hard parts, suffering together with my family. I feel unworthy, sitting here in a cocoon, emotionally numb and distant when I want so badly to cry over and miss my dogs the way I should.<br />
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I sincerely hope that all dogs go to heaven. So I can someday meet Shadow and Hayley again.aFLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408466647672816435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339894151389712800.post-89639584922530622522012-01-02T10:59:00.000+08:002012-01-02T12:47:38.390+08:00Dad texted me this morning, 'Happy Birthday Ale! So sad, Shadow passed away today.'<br />
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The worst part is that I am too far away to feel it, too far away to grieve and mourn the passing of the most faithful and loyal dog that ever lived. I just feel really bad for the last time we yelled at him, 'Who?? Who??' for doing his business too close to the house. And for kicking him out for smelling the garbage.<br />
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I also feel the guilt of neglect for bringing Hayley home, which caused him to become a recluse because he hated Hayley, hated being disturbed by her puppy ways. His death came too suddenly, the way they always warn against in books and movies: Show love before it's too late. Because now it's too late to make it up to Shadow.<br />
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And yet there was humour. Talking to Adelia, she said, 'I don't know if something happened to him before he died, because there was puke beside him. Or maybe the other dogs saw his body and puked.' And when I asked if the people at home cried, she said, 'A bit lah. But then we had to dig a huge hole. So a bit tired lah.'<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>The only photo I have left of baby Shadow.</i></span></div>
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Mom cried as I spoke to her. I can't, because the situation is too distant from me right now. But I can feel it on the peripheries of my emotions, to never be greeted by his small black figure again, never to see, touch or smell him and his sad little droopy face again, the pain of his memory fading away, that all that's left of him are the few scattered photographs. Coming back to KL and realizing he is gone. Shadow's really just a shadow now.aFLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408466647672816435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339894151389712800.post-53701195882222762142012-01-01T17:31:00.002+08:002012-01-01T17:34:45.222+08:00<i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">I could live life
alone <br />
And never feel the longings of my heart <br />
The healing warmth of someone's arms <br />
And I could live without dreams <br />
And never know the thrill of what could be <br />
With every star so far and out of reach <br />
I could live with many things <br />
And I could carry, but...I couldn't face my life
tomorrow
<br />
Without Your hope in my heart I know </span></i><br />
<br />
<i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">I
can't live a
day without You <br />
Lord, there's no night and there's now morning <br />
Without Your loving arms to hold me <br />
You're the heartbeat of all I do <br />
I can't live a day without you </span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">I
could travel
the world <br />
See all the wonders beautiful to me <br />
They'd only make me think of You <br />
And I could have all life offers <br />
Riches that were far beyond compare <br />
To grant my wish without a care <br />
Oh, I could do anything <br />
And I could carry on, oh yes <br />
But if you weren't in at all... </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
Jesus, I live because You live <br />
You're like the air I breathe <br />
Oh Jesus, oh, I have because You give <br />
You're everything to me Oh...</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">-----</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">I think this is probably one of my favourite songs. I feel like it speaks to me and addresses all my fears. It reminds me that there is only one important thing to live for.</span>aFLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408466647672816435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339894151389712800.post-27592353430959727322011-12-29T11:20:00.003+08:002011-12-29T11:23:37.890+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;"> Turning 24 in a few days!</span></i></div>
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Last night, I had my fake birthday celebration with the high school friends. The food at Opus was great, though dinner was punctuated with random cries of '24, Ale, 24! So old!'. I threatened to kill anybody who sang '24th' during the birthday song. Once upon a time, we might have all headed out after dinner for drinks or dancing, but as befitting the approach of the mid twenties, we ended at 10pm. A bunch of us went to Coffee Bean, not even to drink coffee, but to have hot chocolate and peach tea because we worried we wouldn't be able to sleep.<br />
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I hesitate to state that life is stable, since we all know that change is the only constant in life. I think many people strive and work hard in life towards this vague goal of achieving happiness and a level of financial, social or marital stability in life. My beliefs have taught me that there's no such thing, so I dare not claim this stage in my life as a milestone of finally having achieved security. But I will say that I've matured in some ways. It probably crept up on me. I still feel and react the same way to most things as I did, say 6 years ago? But it's the little things that make the difference, a little less anxiety, a little less insecurity, a little less worry. <br />
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If I did make birthday wishes, they would probably be along the lines of getting more serious about God, getting more comfortable in my own skin, loving more, bitching less, and just learning to let things go when there's no purpose holding on to them.<br />
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May 2012 be another level up in the game of life.aFLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408466647672816435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339894151389712800.post-56543640890981058322011-12-28T00:45:00.003+08:002012-01-01T17:34:19.221+08:00<div style="font-family: inherit;">
<i><span style="font-size: small;">I meet with You and my soul sings out<br />
As your word throws doubt far away</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
I sing to You and my heart cries</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
Holy!</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
Hallelujah</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
Father, You're near!</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><br />
My hope is in You, Lord</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
All the day long</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
I won't be shaken by drought or storm</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
A peace that passes understanding is my song</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
And I sing</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
My hope is in You, Lord</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><br />
I wait for You and my soul finds rest</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
In my selfishness, You show me grace</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
I worship You and my heart cries Glory</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
Hallelujah</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
Father You're here!</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><br />
My hope is in You, Lord</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
All the day long</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
I won't be shaken by drought or storm</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
A peace that passes understanding is my song<br />
And I sing</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
My hope is in You, Lord</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><br />
I will wait on You</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
You are my refuge</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
I will wait on You</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
You are my refuge</span></i>
</div>aFLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408466647672816435noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339894151389712800.post-19586041877651718732011-12-15T09:00:00.003+08:002011-12-15T09:00:59.969+08:00A morning dose of an Ellen video is a great way to start the day. Either that or Sara Bareilles, who's stuck in my head after last night at Song Box. Starting to appreciate the Groupon thing.<br />
<br />
After singing so much last night, my voice is stuck in the high register. It actually hurts to sing in low pitch, and it even hurts to talk. I had to speak in falsetto to give my vocal cords a break.<br />
<br />
Very excited because my new spectacles arrived super early. :) Which I suspect is another ruse on the marketing part, undersell and overdeliver, hmph.aFLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408466647672816435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339894151389712800.post-33278354681148617452011-12-13T10:35:00.002+08:002011-12-13T11:15:20.013+08:00Had a lovely time with my besties last night at Coffee Bean. We've decided to go big celebrating my turning 24 soon. We're going to up the birthday scale every year as our income should also increase (fingers crossed).<br />
<br />
So for 24 it will be a huge Tai Tai Day, in preparation for our wealthy lives in the future. Everybody should optimistically project what they want to receive, right?<br />
<br />
For 25, maybe a full spa day. 26, maybe a break to recover from our monetary losses for a year. 27, run a marathon or climb a mountain. And for the big 3-0, LAS VEGAS!<br />
<br />
Getting older will never get old when you've awesome friends.aFLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408466647672816435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339894151389712800.post-69192570254214847072011-12-12T14:10:00.001+08:002011-12-12T14:12:17.363+08:00Everything terrifies me.<br />
Everything - new, that invites judgment and scrutiny, pressure and responsibility, with potential for humiliation - terrifies me.<br />
<br />aFLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408466647672816435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339894151389712800.post-45380229478055240792011-12-11T00:09:00.001+08:002011-12-11T00:09:34.919+08:00<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28622809@N04/6454204467/" title="badebro i uroligt vejr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7158/6454204467_c2a58b60eb.jpg" alt="badebro i uroligt vejr by søren hansen" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28622809@N04/6454204467/">badebro i uroligt vejr</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28622809@N04/">søren hansen</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>It just struck me that this might be a lifelong battle. I'm already freaking out about why I don't feel any side effects with the eye drops this time. Debating if I should put in an extra drop or just wait and see. Every time I see the Dr for a follow up is going to be an ordeal all over again. <br /><br />If I didn't have God I don't know what I would do.</p>aFLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408466647672816435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339894151389712800.post-38297528508597327662011-12-10T16:49:00.001+08:002011-12-10T17:16:06.290+08:00The Things We Take For GrantedSometimes I think about which is worse, losing your hearing or your sight, and sight usually trumps hearing. Ask anyone and they can all probably imagine how horrible it would be not to be able to see anything again. Even I used to think I was already pretty sympathetic to the plight of the blind. But no one really <i>knows</i> knows until they've experienced it. <br />
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No, I haven't lost my sight, unless you count severe myopia. But my recent scare with glaucoma has made me appreciate what I still have. All I did today was a simple pupil dilatation to run some eye tests. Everything became incredibly bright and as hard as I tried, I could not focus my eyes on anything close to me. I took out my phone to text but found that I could only make out the words based on their vague shapes. For once in my life, I was happy about the size 28 font I cannot change on my Nokia. <br />
<br />
It was a 2 hour wait to see the ophthalmologist so halfway through, I thought, 'Oh right, I can catch up on my reading!' before I remembered it was impossible to read. And when the receptionist called my name to fill up more documents, I walked up with my pen ready only to realize I couldn't even see the form clearly. After that I went to the washroom. I was going to check my reflection in the mirror as always when to my dismay, I was unable to make out my own face sharply.<br />
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Even with the glaucoma, on a scale of 1-10 of medical tragedies, it's maybe a 2? Yet you suddenly realize how much you stand to lose and just how much you already have. Being able to see this screen is already such a blessing. Every day is something to be thankful for and another experience to learn from.<br />
<br />
My final personal struggle is not being able to wear contact lenses or do Lasik surgery ever. It is the vainest and most superficial worry of all but I've been wearing lenses for almost 10 years. I've no idea how to look good in glasses. Somehow or other, I will suck it up and make it work.aFLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408466647672816435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339894151389712800.post-25752472190033870282011-12-10T02:47:00.001+08:002011-12-10T02:48:13.282+08:00Don't know how a mere 2 weeks managed to entrench itself so deeply in my heart. Good thing I'm seasoned at goodbyes.aFLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408466647672816435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339894151389712800.post-57912152649774901112011-12-09T11:00:00.001+08:002011-12-09T11:04:50.518+08:00<div style="font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px; padding: 0pt;">
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunshine-d/6455261297/" title="79/365 Into the void - Explored"><img alt="79/365 Into the void - Explored by Sunshine-D" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7016/6455261297_9c50226e5e.jpg" /></a><br />
<span style="margin: 0pt;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunshine-d/6455261297/">79/365 Into the void - Explored</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunshine-d/">Sunshine-D</a> on Flickr.</span></div>
If anyone was paying attention, I only tend to blog during the holidays. Main reasons: I have more free time, there is actually something out of routine to say, I have nobody else to talk to since I'm always home alone.<br />
<br />
I've Googled a list of movies released in 2011 and I'm going to finally watch all the shows I didn't have the time to. <br />
<br />
Right now I'm watching <i>Something Borrowed</i> which is starting off with the theme of being 30 and still single. Even as a teenager, I grew up reading so much fiction that I thought I knew all the ways life could turn out. I got myself jaded before I even started out in life. It's bittersweet to know that when it's your turn to experience something, it still feels like you're the first person it has ever happened to. The first success, first failure, first date, first love, first heartbreak, the onset of loneliness, the search for purpose. Which just makes it all the more comforting to know that all around the world, people are also going through the same thing. Enough for so many movies to be made about the same old subjects again and again and again.<br />
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My biggest fear in letting go has always been a lack of trust/faith. Every time I end something with someone, there is an inherent fear that I will not find someone better, that I will not find someone to make me forget the previous person. When I hear about God's plans being higher than my own, a part of me childishly imagines that God will send me someone unexpected, that I won't like, or will have absolutely no attraction to and I'll end up longing for someone else. Which is incredibly stupid. So many of my fears are incredibly stupid, but they are real, and I've always been glad I'm able to be honest with myself. Otherwise I may have never gotten down to addressing all my issues. <br />
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I'm terribly grateful for God's constant protection, even when I wasn't aware I needed it. And so grateful for my incredibly blessed life, surrounded by so many wonderful people.aFLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408466647672816435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339894151389712800.post-83252072978560176272011-12-08T22:32:00.001+08:002011-12-08T23:29:40.697+08:00The Dog Walker ChroniclesI think I've discovered the secret to making dog walking fun for the whole family.<br />
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Before we start, I must explain that dog walking is regarded as a major chore by everyone at home. This is because of all three dogs, only one is pleasant to walk: Shadow the Cocker Spaniel. Walking blind and osteoporotic Macy means walking one foot step every minute and trying to keep Macy from falling into holes. Malaysia is full of holes: drainholes, potholes, A-holes. Technically, you can walk Hayley and Shadow together because they run at about the same speed but it also means a Roger/Pongo and Anita/Perdy moment, wrapped up like twine.<br />
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I'm therefore the only person who feels obliged to walk them. Maybe because I'm not back as often and most likely because I have a guilt complex. And a heart (hohoho). <br />
<br />
So first, I start with getting everybody excited. I pump them up by yelling at them really close, like in their faces, 'We can DO THIS! We can WALK THESE DOGS!' while hopping around them in circles with little boxer moves. Then I turn it into a game, playing scissors paper stone or something, with forfeits like 'Loser has to walk Macy!' This works quite well because my family is very competitive. And because they love games. If this still fails to draw any participants, I make bargains like offering to do chores they hate (Mom hates throwing the trash) or helping with paperwork (Dad hates typing).<br />
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The high of the success doesn't last very long. The night usually ends with Hayley flopping into a pile of water (sometimes urine) in exhaustion, completely ignoring my cries of 'You are such a disgusting dog! You are sooo disgusting!' And then I get a nice rash all over.<br />
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But it is very worth it. Because I love my dogs. And because I sometimes feel the disapproving glare of Cesar Millan.<br />
<br />aFLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408466647672816435noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339894151389712800.post-3167858429102717262011-12-08T22:04:00.001+08:002011-12-08T22:06:44.028+08:00I accidentally let Hayley out last night and decided to turn it into a walk despite the stitch in my toe. Today she spent hours barking and jumping up on the window panes.<br />
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I think I've created a monster. A pretty monster. With golden fur. :)aFLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408466647672816435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339894151389712800.post-15206012716324192582011-12-08T13:03:00.001+08:002011-12-08T13:09:05.505+08:00I'm writing this down as a reminder to myself.<br />
Whatever the outcome, this incident is a timely wake up call.<br />
I don't really care what ignites the flame so long as it keeps burning for the right reason.<br />
I am reminding myself to do it for myself and not for anybody else.<br />
Most importantly, to have no fear because God makes all things perfect in His time.<br />
I'm not losing anything in the long run, I'm gaining everything.<br />
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So Thank You, Lord.aFLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408466647672816435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339894151389712800.post-91091511746188695692011-12-03T10:22:00.001+08:002011-12-03T10:22:26.410+08:00<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brookeshaden/6412222445/" title="the pain of saying goodbye"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7142/6412222445_b10aeec0fc.jpg" alt="the pain of saying goodbye by brookeshaden" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brookeshaden/6412222445/">the pain of saying goodbye</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brookeshaden/">brookeshaden</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>There are times I wish I could go back to never having known pain.<br /><br />Today I am glad for it because it taught me to feel.</p>aFLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408466647672816435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339894151389712800.post-30830787658113741962011-11-28T21:33:00.001+08:002011-11-28T21:33:22.542+08:00I think I'm slowly allowing myself to feel happy. Cautiously happy.aFLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408466647672816435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339894151389712800.post-88984847025042297552011-11-07T04:47:00.003+08:002011-11-07T04:58:27.675+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i> <span style="font-size: x-small;">Belated birthday dinner for Shang & Stef at The Hills.</span></i></div>
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To quote Lips, 'Another awesome girlie night out'!<br />
Despite the huge hassle of traveling back to KL for just a couple of nights, it always ends up worth it.<br />
As usual, I ask myself why I bother lugging all my readings and laptop 400km back and forth.aFLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408466647672816435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339894151389712800.post-16942783754882919652011-10-23T01:29:00.002+08:002011-10-23T01:29:50.399+08:00I have really got to stop gossiping, for real this time. Before all my betrayals catch up to me and my world crashes down.aFLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408466647672816435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339894151389712800.post-89650511128651111072011-10-21T23:08:00.000+08:002011-10-21T23:08:07.599+08:00One day, I want to look back and remember all the wonderful people who helped me scrape through dental school. Who stayed back to do my work for me, who went out of their way to help me rush things and find patients. Who truly personified the saying 'Many hands make light work'. <br />
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For now, I shall persevere through this phase where I feel like a workaholic husband neglecting his wife who is on the verge of divorcing him. That's me, married to dental school, about to be disowned by my family.aFLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408466647672816435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339894151389712800.post-29708534777817185002011-10-21T00:16:00.000+08:002011-10-21T00:16:37.419+08:00Clinics have been going so much more smoothly than I expected. Uh-oh, now I've jinxed it.<br />
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Anyhoo, suddenly everyone I've spoken to seems to share the same sentiments, that we would like to have one more year of school. It's only now, in the 2nd last term that we've started getting into the groove of things, that we can finally diagnose and treatment plan. Just when it's all starting to make sense and become enjoyable, to quote BW, 'Now bye-bye, no more fun for you.'<br />
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If only there weren't requirements, then we wouldn't have spent all of our time chasing cases instead of properly learning. Though I'm sure every system has its faults, we might turn out worse without requirements. It would be great to see more complex cases and have more experience before going out to work, where it all becomes routine.<br />
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Hello, Halloween!<br />
The last time I did anything for it was Phyllis' party where I went as Sherlock Holmes in a trench coat that reached my feet. We used grapes as 'eyeballs' in our haunted house and spaghetti as brains, because I read that in a Baby-sitter's Club book.<br />
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Can't wait to check out the costume scene for the first time ever. <br />
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