<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877</id><updated>2011-08-18T23:17:15.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dose of Crap</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-113004151665949507</id><published>2005-10-23T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T12:36:42.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly me...</title><content type='html'>Realised how stoopid I was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) One of the spammers has a blogger account...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Searching "spam" under blogger does give u some ways to prevent them (*prays it works)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for the uninitiated, check out &lt;a href="http://help.blogger.com/bin/answer.py?answer=1203&amp;topic=23"&gt;http://help.blogger.com/bin/answer.py?answer=1203&amp;amp;topic=23&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-113004151665949507?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/113004151665949507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=113004151665949507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/113004151665949507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/113004151665949507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2005/10/silly-me.html' title='Silly me...'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-113004104414063741</id><published>2005-10-23T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T12:17:24.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day anonymous posting died</title><content type='html'>Due to incessant spamming by anonymous ad posters, short of writing to the good people of Blogger and Google.com (heh we're all lazy pppl), anonymous commenting will be disabled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you (spamming bitches! Get a life! Go ruin your own life or blog or something! Idiots...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-113004104414063741?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/113004104414063741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=113004104414063741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/113004104414063741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/113004104414063741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-anonymous-posting-died.html' title='The day anonymous posting died'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-112999971863773256</id><published>2005-10-23T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T00:48:38.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Chocolate Buffet</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, STOP BLOODY SPAMMING ADS ON MY BLOG U FREAKIN IDIOTS. I'm pretty confident and comfortable of my manhood and juz because prozac causes erectile dysfunction doesn't gif u the right to leave dumb ass ads for which u sorry asses need urselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the uber expensive chocolate buffet @ Fullerton hotel today. Mixed reviews I guess, especially since I got full &lt;strong&gt;within 10 mins of arrival&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;choco-phobic after the next hr&lt;/strong&gt;. In fact most of us were feeling a tad nauseated from all that choc after a while. Word of advice, SHARE the food. Didn't helped that I ate 2 whole slices of cakes myself, tempted by the exuberant layer of tantalising choclate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the stuff there was nice, but after a while, U really want the free flow of tea (u dun need any sugar in it after eating all the chocolate) to wash down the dark gold. And do yourself a favour, go for the lighter tea instead of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight there was of course the chocolate fountain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2372/594/320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fantastic fondue sia!!! BUT, by the time we adventured to that section, I was past the orgasm from chocolate high and already down the road of choco-phobia. Still the marshmellows were fantastic (springy and chewy!) and so were the strawberries (HUGE!) and the giant sized Pocky sticks (as seen in the pix).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After we peng4-ed from all the choc, we discovered yet another section... the hot choc!!! And they had such interesting names and descriptions (including the % of cacoa i think). On display was also this choc dragon (purely for display of course...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2372/594/320/DSC00047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;U can see the extremely nice waitress in charge of that area... and the whole array of chocs available in the plates... YUMMY! She'll den proceed to simmer the chocs with milk in the pot of her and concot a fabulous choc drink! (although some of our choices turned out not to be that fantastic drinks...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Muz commend the HR for that cafe. The waitresses were all sights for sore eyes... unlike some of the ppl who were there. It's extremely fun to people watch at such posh places ya! Spotted ugly boyfrens, this gal with nice back view but obviously wearing a maximiser, a bride with !!!! unbeliveable waist (IT'S A WONDER SHE CAN BREATHE IN THAT CORSET!).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unfortunately for such a high price, the meal wasn't that fantastic although the company and ambience etc made up for it i guess. Doubt I'd be going back, but for those who want to try something new, it ain't such a bad place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Airlad, he was there in a way to promote the career of a financial planner (talk sponsored by Prudential), but well since it costs like hundreds juz to hear him talk, I decided to go and turn a deaf ear to the earlier talks by the Prudential ppl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Incidently, the Pru ppl had planned a Q&amp;A session featuring 3 of their staff to field the questions (which were thought of by their own staff... like huh?). Anyway juz by their looks, I was quite won over... until they open their mouths...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad english, poor diction (one had some lisp problem or something), answers that didn't really make sense or weren't relevant to the questions (despite being and obviously staged Q&amp;amp;A session...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wonder how they were chosen...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-112999971863773256?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/112999971863773256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=112999971863773256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/112999971863773256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/112999971863773256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2005/10/le-chocolate-buffet.html' title='Le Chocolate Buffet'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-112982004358459798</id><published>2005-10-20T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T22:54:03.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que Sera Sera... The loser song</title><content type='html'>Went to a rather inspirational talk by Adam Khoo today. That's when he said with ridicule, that whoever wrote this song must be a loser... It's a loser song! How true, especially after that talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I was just a little boy(gal), I asked my mother what would I be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will I be handsome(pretty), will I be rich&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's wat she said to me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Here comes the nonsensical/loser part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Que Sera Sera, Whatever will be, will be..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoting a study done in Yale University, the graduating batch of 1952 was polled to find out how many of the students actually had clear goals at that point in time. Shockingly only &lt;strong&gt;3%&lt;/strong&gt; of the students at that time had specific goals. The other 97% just had the "Whatever will be will be" attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following up on the batch some 20-30 years later, the 2 groups of students were again compared. Again! Shocking results. The combined income of this 3% was at least &lt;strong&gt;3 times more&lt;/strong&gt;  than the &lt;strong&gt;combined income&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;all 97% of the remaining students&lt;/strong&gt;. Can u juz fanthom how much more successful this 3% were!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice analogy he put to us too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(With reference as to whether u'd want to take control of ur life, or work/slog for others...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagine u were in a bus on a freeway going at 300 km/hr. Would you rather be the poor bus driver controlling and managing the bus?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OR......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you rather be the helpless passenger and leave your LIFE in the hands of another bus driver (ie OTHERS)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I'm definitely going for the next one if he ever gave a free seminar again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-112982004358459798?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/112982004358459798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=112982004358459798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/112982004358459798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/112982004358459798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2005/10/que-sera-sera-loser-song.html' title='Que Sera Sera... The loser song'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-112895482378203949</id><published>2005-10-10T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T22:33:43.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr Quack</title><content type='html'>Makes me wonder why some ppl can become qualified doctors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRUE LIFE STORY (from my Aunt in Canada...):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt was sick over a few days and decided to try another GP apart from her usual one (for reasons i dun know, but for readers, pls dun doctor hope hor... makes it difficult for the docs to monitor ur progress, and may be dangerous to you if our history is incomplete.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this GP decided to give my aunt a 5 day course of antibiotics (?!?! in Canada?!?! I thought they were bloody stingy with antibiotics). This guy sure had some business plan coz my aunt was given&lt;strong&gt; 5 tabs of cefixime&lt;/strong&gt; to be taken once a day. (For med ppl, it's an oral 3rd generation cephalosporin...) &lt;strong&gt;WHO THE HELL GIVES IT AS FIRST LINE ABX IN SUCH MINOR PRESENTATIONS? WORSE AS A GP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's freakin expensive like Canadian $25+  (compared to what she'd get with her usual doc... ~$10 which would still have been equally effective), plus it whacks so hard and broad... and get this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS FUCKER TOLD MY AUNT SHE DIDN'T NEED TO FINISH HER ANTIBIOTICS!&lt;/strong&gt; For non med ppl, this promotes the growth of resistant bacteria... Can't figure out the implication? Scenario: U catch a bloody pneumonia from someone and fall so bloody ill u get warded in the intensive care unit, only to be told sorry, no antibiotics can kill the bug u haf... and u're kinda left to die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den my aunt being a pre-diabetic (impared glucose tolerance), and typical Chinese, asked if she needed to avoid certain foods HAVING GIVEN A HISTORY OF &lt;strong&gt;abnormal glucose tests&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCKING DOCTOR TOLD HER SINCE SHE'S OVER 60 YRS OLD, SHE WON'T GET DIABETES!!!! WHAT THE FUCK!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's these quacko doctors that give docs everywhere a &lt;strong&gt;bad name&lt;/strong&gt;, drive up the bloody &lt;strong&gt;litigation and hence insurance fees&lt;/strong&gt; (imagine if my aunt dev diabetes and decided to sue that quack) etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If u happen to be so fortunate as to have glanced past my blog, please do everyone a favour and kill yourself now. The world would be a very much better place without you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-112895482378203949?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/112895482378203949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=112895482378203949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/112895482378203949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/112895482378203949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2005/10/dr-quack.html' title='Dr Quack'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-112818242966038236</id><published>2005-10-01T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T00:00:33.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Name Game</title><content type='html'>Something is totally screwing up my blogger coz I'm like typing in the middle of nowhere while the text box above is juz a calm sea of white...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway during the paeds posting, realised another essential role parents play in the upbringing of the child. The naming process. I know my name killed quite a few milion braincells of my parents coz they spent quite a while, esp since needed to follow family naming rules of my clan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which also explains why my name has three ways of pronouncing it, depending on whether u are from my family, or a Chinese elite (in which case u truly know what the meaning is behind my name), or lastly, in some screwed up way which the majority calls me by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is, I'm rather glad my parents were sensible enuff to leave me "Chinese" instead of giving me some half-F English name, esp since I wasn't like baptised or something. Den again if, u give ur &lt;strong&gt;daughter an english/christian name like SAGGY&lt;/strong&gt;, I really gotta hand it to u. (As well as those my frens met in HK, including &lt;strong&gt;Wallpaper&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;photato&lt;/strong&gt;, as in like potato except u pronounce fotato?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(See KKWCH ward 56 picture along the corridor, between beds 30 and 31... if i remembered correctly...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Happy Children's Day to all poor kids with lousy names.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-112818242966038236?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/112818242966038236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=112818242966038236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/112818242966038236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/112818242966038236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2005/10/name-game.html' title='The Name Game'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-112758116445221688</id><published>2005-09-25T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T00:59:24.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more paeds!</title><content type='html'>Finally realised I'm definitely not cut out for paeds. Well not that I was anyway, especially since like &lt;strong&gt;more than half a dozen tutors in NUH paeds are President Scholars...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway sometime during this wk, one of the patients I saw was this 6 yr kid that had some extent of developmental delay (or in layman/unpolitical terms,&lt;strong&gt; retarded&lt;/strong&gt;). This kid beats all others I've met so far in terms of &lt;strong&gt;annoyance&lt;/strong&gt;. Man. No words can describe the amt of loath I haf for the kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess some ppl may (like my mother) invoke the "but you are a doctor!" phrase and question my basic virtue of sympathy (which by the way is juz a poor excuse for attempting to emphatise).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That kid is mentally handicapped! How can u expect him to be nice and obedient?" Well that thought did cross my mind, but mind u he isn't that mentally impaired. Maybe it's kinda due to an unconscious mental remodelling that I've experienced in that I dun really &lt;strong&gt;feel&lt;/strong&gt; (at least according to my mum) for patients, especially those who are impaired in various manners...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is, weren't we taught &lt;em&gt;not to treat them as handicapped individuals&lt;/em&gt; but as &lt;strong&gt;normal individuals? &lt;/strong&gt;Isn't according them special privileges and attitudes, beyond those which enable them to cope and function as "normal" as society deems, a form of pity (or sympathy... same difference)? Pity, as I recall, is not exactly a particularly enabling attitude to the handicapped (or for the obessive freaks, impaired).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anway, seems none of my frens have the same loathe for the kid as I did. (well maybe it stems more from the fact that he totally drained the battery from my toy, abusing my sketchboard, snatching my toys and books from me) Which reminds me... Eh CG mates, how come u all not bringing toys ah? Everytime we clerk I end up entertaining and playing with the kids. Which also accounts for my &lt;strong&gt;extremely high "Oops-I-made-the-kid-cry"&lt;/strong&gt; count (currently stands at 3!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess bottomline is, dun think I'll make a gd paeds doc. Gotta say sorry to my "idol", the reason why I entered med sch, Prof Quek. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-112758116445221688?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/112758116445221688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=112758116445221688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/112758116445221688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/112758116445221688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-more-paeds.html' title='No more paeds!'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-112722971635531423</id><published>2005-09-20T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T23:21:56.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRIDE!!!</title><content type='html'>Watched yet another ep of pride! Damn bloody nice show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Makes me wanna quit medicine to play professional ice hockey!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW don't u guys realise Chika (the least airtime out of the trio of actresses) seems to be &lt;strong&gt;Megumi&lt;/strong&gt;? Well at least I saw the name &lt;strong&gt;Megumi&lt;/strong&gt; under the starting/ending credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the uninitiated, Megumi is this Jap "actress" who has a certain resemblence to a chio (eh dun angry hor! At least i complement u k!) fren of mine at certain angles. Can surf the net for her pix if u are &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; interested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-112722971635531423?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/112722971635531423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=112722971635531423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/112722971635531423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/112722971635531423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2005/09/pride.html' title='PRIDE!!!'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-112720416026417348</id><published>2005-09-20T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T16:16:00.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Are u sure it's the last time?"</title><content type='html'>Started off with this TV programme last wk, was the TVB serial on nurses in HK. One of the female leads came down wif autoimmune renal failure (GSclerosis?) which had a pretty bad diagnosis (according to the show).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came this bunch of &lt;strong&gt;medical students&lt;/strong&gt; lead by a doctor who came to clerk the nurse. Kinda left a bitter touch coz they were juz shooting questions while the poor nurse was nearly in tears, &lt;em&gt;feeling hapless like some zoo exhibit while naughty little kids prodded them with wooden sticks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================&lt;br /&gt;Fast-forward to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One px's mother was like "Oh no not again, she was already seen by a lot of students today!" To which we could only apologise profusely and leave asap (although the mum was quite nice abt it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den came another poor 15 yr old boy, whom like 3-4 grps had juz come by. We talked to him and examined him. And unfortunately, we missed some signs (sigh... felt so lousy abt it) and went back to the poor kid to check for LNs and swollen tonsils. Thankfully he was kind enuff to let us do it. (Tried to make it up by offering to get him some Macs or juices from downstairs but he refused.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the bitterness in me last wk utterly vanished during the incidents above. Although (thankfully) this px didn't have poor prognosis, I probably never thought once abt how tough it muz be letting these endless stream of students examine them like that. On the contary, I was more preoccupied in trying to get the px to agree to let us clerk and do physicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess have to go reflect a bit on this. (Or at least find a better answer to the title question instead of giving a few seconds of deadly silence... I can't lie lar!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-112720416026417348?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/112720416026417348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=112720416026417348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/112720416026417348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/112720416026417348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2005/09/are-u-sure-its-last-time.html' title='&quot;Are u sure it&apos;s the last time?&quot;'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-112697642929189195</id><published>2005-09-18T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T01:00:29.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow.Wolf.Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2372/594/1600/DSC00006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2372/594/320/DSC00006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;雪狼湖, for the uninitiated, was the first full-length Chinese (or rather Cantonese) play made for the masses. This time round, the Mandarin version has landed in Singapore (thankfully) coz I can't understand Cantonese despite it really being a nice language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda left the show wif mixed feelings though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First on foremost, muz really applaud the leads and supportings, really made the show rather enjoy, only part lamentable was Chen Song Ling's Mandarin, though I give her props for the effort... Would have liked Kit Chan as 玉凤 and Evonne as Snow though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, ugh the music was juz too loud! Esp the parts where Evonne was screaming for help and screeching macham kenna rape like that... Totally too loud. Jacky's singing was kinda overpowering too, esp in comparison wif Evonne's floaty voice (which was kinda nice for her char).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't like the event location either. Couldn't even see the actors faces! Then again it's kinda expected given it's SIS and not esplanade. (Mind you, I was sitting in the middle area liaoz...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I never knew Indoor Stadium's chairs could be SOOOOO UNCOMFORTABLE! God! It's like sitting on some uneven rock! And leg space was kinda non-existent too. Grrrr totally killed my attention span.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of advice to FEMALE frens going tml... Pls hor, rush to the toilet asap during the intermission (the part after Evonne is at the boat terminal...) The queue lasted well beyond the intermission and some poor souls missed the jail scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, nice show! Managed to get some (extremely far and blur) pictures. All the lights u see from the audience are also from ppl eagerly snapping away on their handphones... so not only me flaunt rule k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2372/594/320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2372/594/320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-112697642929189195?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/112697642929189195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=112697642929189195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/112697642929189195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/112697642929189195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2005/09/snowwolflake.html' title='Snow.Wolf.Lake'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-112196189112506103</id><published>2005-07-22T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T00:04:59.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superstar!</title><content type='html'>WHOO-HOO!! Kelly is in!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now muz go mug derm and STDs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-112196189112506103?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/112196189112506103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=112196189112506103' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/112196189112506103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/112196189112506103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2005/07/superstar.html' title='Superstar!'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-112125328043547328</id><published>2005-07-13T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T19:14:40.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uber delayed post...</title><content type='html'>Ugh been bogged down by some annoying projects and deadlines which YES!!! I've finally managed to clear... at least for the moment. Finally knows what's it like to have that axe hover juz barely millimeters from my neck. And not juz regarding trivial "school homework".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den again, the prospects of having a barely done paper hanging over me for the next half yr likely, is not really gonna be fun. Plus the ppl at MRO &lt;strong&gt;actually &lt;/strong&gt;called me up to check wat I was doing being holed up in the god-forsaken pits of h3!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derm posting kinda bit of shock from the slacker days in ID. (but even then, had to deal wif deadlines like the dumb ethics report.) M5 life seems to be going downhill from here. Praying that no more nonsense like seminars and that doing an weird posting at this time (like 34 wks to MBBS) is an okay move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esp since I'd probably won't be reading much up on #$% at all even if i do that elective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always believed donations given without allure of cash and prizes were truer to the heart. Well eat your hearts out ppl who believed every single cent of what they donated to NKF could &lt;strong&gt;win them that dream car or apartment&lt;/strong&gt; and STILL AT THE SAME TIME &lt;strong&gt;BE DONATED IN FULL SUM TO THE NEEDY PPL REQUIRING DIALYSIS&lt;/strong&gt; or at least building up the foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Not, building a &lt;strong&gt;building&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;for the foundation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Esp wif those hotly contended bathroom deco and accessories which would probably be much more suited in some exotic island resort belonging to the UAE. &lt;strong&gt;Definitely not &lt;/strong&gt;to build, &lt;strong&gt;with the aid of public funds&lt;/strong&gt;, a spanking nice toilet used &lt;strong&gt;only by the upper echelons&lt;/strong&gt; of the oh-so-righteous-we-need-funds-to sustain-ourselves-for-X-years-foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoting a man who was interviewed on channel 8, 6:30pm news, (badly, coz i really only haf ultra-short term memory) "We should continue to support the NKF. This matter is only a problem with the management..." or something to that extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My my. No wonder our dear Mr Durai is earning ONLY 1.8 million in 3 years, &lt;u&gt;which by the way, some say is &lt;strong&gt;peanuts since there's like millions he put in reserves.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Wonder how many peanuts we could buy with that kind of cash... Millions maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, &lt;strong&gt;WHY ARE U EVEN DONATING CASH TO AN ORGANISATION THAT ISN'T TRANSPARENT IN HOW THE FUNDS ARE BEING UTILISED?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW THE HELL DO U KNOW WHAT WE ARE DONATING, IN FULL SUM! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IS ACTUALLY GOING TO ALL THE PEOPLE WHO REALLY NEEDS THEM???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, dear sir who I gif a benefit of a doubt of being once again misquoted by media, please think before u implore the public to support the foundation. Think of the sole breadwinner of 4 with an income of $1000 donating $50 (&lt;strong&gt;which I shall re-emphasize again, is probably peanuts to some&lt;/strong&gt;）to a foundation where an unknown propotion is used to fund business class flights, maintain the private-but-hey-we-use-them-for-official-events-like-once-in-a-while pricy cars of the elite and to install gold plated.&lt;strong&gt; oh wait chrome&lt;/strong&gt; taps costing (again) "&lt;strong&gt;peanuts&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please reconsider your &lt;a href="mailto:!#@*&amp;%"&gt;!#$%^*(@&lt;/a&gt; statement before u mislead the mislead (like my Aunt, who's probably jabbing at the hottest voodoo doll of the moment... ). Approach other non-profit organisations such as club rainbow or singapore cancer society instead of NKF children's fund or cancer fund, at least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... And to the mysterious board of NKF and TT Do-ya-right (queue-in Stone Cold Steven Austin theme song...) U S*X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-112125328043547328?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/112125328043547328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=112125328043547328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/112125328043547328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/112125328043547328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2005/07/uber-delayed-post.html' title='Uber delayed post...'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-112013980797742491</id><published>2005-06-30T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T00:10:42.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Superstar post!</title><content type='html'>WHOO-HOO!!! A &lt;strong&gt;MUCH MUCH BETTER NITE&lt;/strong&gt; when u compared it to the extremely dismal performance put up by the males last night. (Although still not fantastic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking from the bottom of my heart, nothing against girls, but REALLY, if I were one of the audiences, I'd really thrown my light&lt;strike&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saber&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;stick at some judges... especially the one called 叶佩芬. &lt;strong&gt;She totally adds no value to the judging panel&lt;/strong&gt;. Gosh she's an &lt;strong&gt;expert &lt;/strong&gt;on 服装? Did u see her hedious hair on last week's male round? &lt;u&gt;Even my grandma has a better style than her. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from not very consistent judging (YET again, in my opnion), "I say this because"&lt;sup&gt;TM&lt;/sup&gt; another poor gal failed (worst so far I think... 24 marks); I did rather like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;strong&gt;Candyce&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;nice voice, sweet and 乖 looks&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;strong&gt;Lijun&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(for the impossibly difficult song choice... wah lau all those olympic octave jumps! Didn't think it was a good song choice though)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. and errr &lt;strong&gt;F6&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;coz she sounds as sexy as the original singer Landy although rather vert challanged vs the other 5 contestants&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;u&gt;EDIT:&lt;/u&gt; Yes I remember now, she's call&lt;strong&gt; CHANEL&lt;/strong&gt;, as opposed to grasshopper's CHANAL. &lt;em&gt;And did u guys see her intro? &lt;strong&gt;SHE WAS DRIVING A MERC... COUPE CABRIOLET SOME MORE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also liked the song choice of F2 even though I didn't really like the way she did that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously speaking, why even bother putting in the duet section. &lt;strong&gt;For god's sake, stop killing our ears by going off key and still trying to pia that agonizing (dis)harmony!&lt;/strong&gt; My god, pls! If there isn't time to concentrate on both the individual (which everyone watching would agree is considerably more impt to the judges) and the (stupifyingly gross) duet section, juz scrap the latter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come after midnite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================&lt;br /&gt;(Midnite section)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayzz. Gal exits weren't surprising. Male exit was &lt;strong&gt;DEFINITELY&lt;/strong&gt; shocking. Though the standard was poor (as Airlad concurred), I certainly thought M4 (William) was one of the better ones, and the fact that he scored the highest. (Far higher than M3-I-scored-24.5 marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way better than the super gek sey M6 (as Airlad again rightfully pointed out... YUX) and the 乳臭未干的 M3. Obviously Raymond wasn't fantastic either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herein lies the irony of scoring the highest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ppl dun vote for u since they think u're safe&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder wat are the implications of this in our daily lives...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-112013980797742491?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/112013980797742491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=112013980797742491' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/112013980797742491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/112013980797742491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2005/06/another-superstar-post.html' title='Another Superstar post!'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-112005398264933074</id><published>2005-06-29T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T22:06:22.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flabbergasted</title><content type='html'>1. Tonight's Superstar was rather boring... ended up playing my PDA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2372/594/1600/KIF_0325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2372/594/320/KIF_0325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, personally felt the judging a bit haywire today... Marks ranged from &lt;strong&gt;GASP* FAILURE! &lt;/strong&gt;(24.5 marks... poor &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ginna guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; juz fell flat. Kudos for maintaning straight face! Esp since only 18 yrs old) to &lt;strong&gt;ASTRONOMICAL 37!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Succesive 8s! OMG! &lt;strong&gt;Especially coming from Weisong 老师&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt some okay singers were given low marks, while other not so spectacular singers were given (unreasonably) high marks. Overall thought, this wk was a far poorer crowd compared to last wks guys. But oh well wat the heck, this is better for Weilian!!! WHOO-HOO! Considering today's dismal performance, maybe Weilian might stand a chance like Spinkie said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW Ruoxi, there's a superstar forum over at channel U, and the webbie oso has all the biodata u wanted ahahaha. Oso belief, no shame in voting for him, I did too haha! (so did my mum, but those were... *ugh sy*****y votes...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Juz checked my tracker the other day. Apparently tons (well not really, but approx 100) ppl popped by my site coz they yahoo-ed (thank god google didn't make so many mistakes) &lt;strong&gt;traffic police&lt;/strong&gt;... that's such an ego boost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ooooh by the way wanna thank ppl who leave comments, even though a tad slow. Goes to show u guys can actually be bothered to hit the button and leave a reply to my nonsensical posts (eg compared to SPG), even though u all so busy!! Thanks!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Dumb guy travelling at 60km/hr... On the right lane of a 90km/hr highway &lt;strong&gt;at peak evening hour&lt;/strong&gt; causing this whole backlog of cars behind. (ie mini-jam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;IDIOT WHAT WERE U THINKING! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE LANE ON UR LEFT WAS EMPTY STUPID! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;AT LEAST HAF THE COURTESY AND DECENCY TO MOVE THERE IF U WERE GONNA HOG A LANE U PIG!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pix to be uploaded once my fren sends me the photo he took on his handphone... for once I caught a bad driver... was hoping to catch him wif handphone)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-112005398264933074?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/112005398264933074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=112005398264933074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/112005398264933074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/112005398264933074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2005/06/flabbergasted.html' title='Flabbergasted'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-111996702196633680</id><published>2005-06-28T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T21:57:02.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Start! (At least trying...)</title><content type='html'>Shall learn to add pix... hope they dun spoil the formatting of this template. Technology is just so frustrating at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Had various arguements with parents over my lai chuang habit, and so this is what they bought me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2372/594/1600/KIF_0324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2372/594/320/KIF_0324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing comes wif a very uncool "ringtone" of happy chirping birds wif some insanely perky tune which blares into ur ear to &lt;strong&gt;GEDDUP!!!&lt;/strong&gt; It also does a (not so) sexy female "Good Morning" when u turn off the alarm... This is gonna be my saving grace from being late everyday since my mum quit that job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Shall try to be insanely hardworking (hehehe I'm not gonna tell u how... CLOSET MUGGER muahahahahaha) and be damn enthu abt SIPs! Esp internal medicine... esp after today's talk wif the Dean. But of course first, &lt;strong&gt;finish the damn ethics and surg proj!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Shall try to blog more intelligent stuff (seeing how ppl like SPG writes), add more content like pix and audio (time to steal scripts hee!) and to revamp my template. This however does not mean u'll see any artistic (read nude) pix of me anytime soon... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ppl shy mar! Uh! &lt;/strong&gt;(gives sexy groan...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;B4 u start dissing me abt the whole SPG affair, pls note I'm rather open to her views and frankly, this is juz some media bullshit. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Man, SPH is getting so desperate, their content's changing even b4 their size is adopting to the tabloid format...&lt;/u&gt; Today muz really be giving their two cents worth of fight&lt;/strong&gt;... So ironic considering u dun pay a single cent for today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come as I try to finish the above...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-111996702196633680?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/111996702196633680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=111996702196633680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111996702196633680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111996702196633680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-start-at-least-trying.html' title='A New Start! (At least trying...)'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-111954371935947013</id><published>2005-06-24T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T00:21:59.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superstar Results!</title><content type='html'>If Yao has clairvoyance, I've got it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I predicted all the ppl who'd get kicked out! Man am I psychic or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On hindsight, kinda feel sorry for those gals and dudes that got kicked out, esp after seeing them all in tears. Esp the gals. Wrong song choices (F6) and goodness-knows what (F3, come to think of it, why the hell did she get kicked out?) Sugianto was kinda given, and M4 Darryl... kinda wasted lar (think he has the charm... looks kinda like Andy Hui, much better than Energy...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm prob gonna get kicked in the arse for saying this but, felt M4 shld haf been given the chance to proceed. Weilian has a fantastic voice I'd definitely agree. Heck I wish they'd gif him a record deal ala 欧得洋. Realistically speaking, I dun think people will eventually vote for him as a superstar (I know I would coz I always vote based on voice alone), and sooner or later, the sympathy votes would juz dry up, and in retrospect, kinda have robbed another aspiring singer the chance to proceed. (Den again, M4's singing wasn't that fantastic, won't know if he would haf lasted, but one wk could haf made a difference.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls for Weilian's sake, &lt;strong&gt;DUN VOTE FOR HIM OUT OF SYMPATHY&lt;/strong&gt;. I personally feel this to be extremely offensive. It's in fact sacriligeous and insults the very sanctity of his existence. Support him if u think he's a superstar to u. But I beg of you, don't vote him becoz u &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;pity him&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because, if you do so, I pity u.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-111954371935947013?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/111954371935947013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=111954371935947013' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111954371935947013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111954371935947013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2005/06/superstar-results.html' title='Superstar Results!'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-111953461478346512</id><published>2005-06-23T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T21:50:14.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superstar!</title><content type='html'>Man I juz lurve this show! What wif amazing aunties dancing to Jolin's 爱情三十六计 and "watch-me-put-on-make-up and TADA I'm Jeannette Aw look-a-like!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway something really shocking happened today on the show... Li Weisong 老师 gave &lt;strong&gt;more than 5.5 marks, TWICE!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;And he actually gave &lt;strong&gt;7.0 marks!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; (ppl I haf short term memory so pls correct me if he gave higher scores...) Quick go buy 4-D and Toto! God! With his strict judging and technical remarks that make even a person like me (who can thankfully still understand that crap) shiver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! Super shocked at his results for F2 (not that she's bad, but felt F1's voice was more solid... and way better than F3... F3 sounded as if she was screeching for most parts of the song...). Anyway wat's wif the odd song choices?!?! F4's 奔  was such a mistake! So sad, I really liked her rendition of 超快感 （kinda reminds me of XiaoHui's one in M1 which was very nice too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And truthfully speaking, the gals competition was far more exciting compared to yesterday's guys one. Quite disappointed with Weilian F5 (or the VH/VI/VD whichever political (un)correct term u wish to use...) was expecting a much more moving performance, though it was nevertheless still marvelous. Think he set the bar too high for himself from the first few performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until 11:30pm tonite...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-111953461478346512?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/111953461478346512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=111953461478346512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111953461478346512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111953461478346512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2005/06/superstar.html' title='Superstar!'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-111814939464486952</id><published>2005-06-07T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T21:26:40.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live it! Love it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;(Added this section after hearing latest news...)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My gd fren has been grounded. At home. Becoz of his as-of-yet unknown medical problem. He was only allowed a single fone call yesterday which he did to call butterfly saying he was gonna be cut off from the world and that his mum would prob be giving excuses. No calls, no fone, no internet. He's retaliating by refusing to do the chores.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;More to come when we visit him on Thurs on the pretext of delivering Ba-Chang (meat dumplings) to him...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;(actual text...)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh... super tired from hols... already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HK was super fun! This time it was purely a 买东西吃东西 trip! And &lt;strong&gt;nearly&lt;/strong&gt; (haha I managed to curb myself) overspent, despite bringing like 2k HKD. MAN and found out my friend's father was awesome! His presence was kinda like Darth Vader's... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;scary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And he treated us to dinner at &lt;u&gt;Jockey Club!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Was shocked to find out at that time that u needed to be a member to even step in. And u needed to &lt;strong&gt;wait like 5-10 yrs +&lt;/strong&gt; to become a ordinary member. And &lt;strong&gt;ordinary&lt;/strong&gt; members could only get into the club on &lt;strong&gt;weekdays&lt;/strong&gt;... Den today another HK fren told me his prof treated dinner him and another fren to dinner there... and the bill was like 1.5k HKD... Wonder how much my fren's dad spent on us... So paiseh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to all my choir frens, haha I decided not to disturb u guys lar. Plus my frens were kinda like getting me off the line liaoz ahaha! Quick when are u guys meeting? Ur 老婆饼 expires this Saturday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-111814939464486952?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/111814939464486952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=111814939464486952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111814939464486952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111814939464486952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2005/06/live-it-love-it.html' title='Live it! Love it!'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-111776614735709101</id><published>2005-06-03T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T10:35:47.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrill of adventure (well not really lar)</title><content type='html'>Writing this post from Changi airport haha! So exciting!!! Everyone else is being serious and completing their immigration forms... Duh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping!!! Eating!!! WHOO-HOOO!!! Can't wait!!! HK here we come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zhongz&lt;/strong&gt; (from &lt;u&gt;free internet area&lt;/u&gt;... cheapo as usual. Too bad everyone i tried calling at the free  fone terminal refused to answer...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: Have fun in SGH M3s (the 4 under PC) Lolz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-111776614735709101?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/111776614735709101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=111776614735709101' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111776614735709101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111776614735709101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2005/06/thrill-of-adventure-well-not-really.html' title='Thrill of adventure (well not really lar)'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-111763673454862031</id><published>2005-06-01T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T22:38:54.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Posting Report</title><content type='html'>Paiseh vinny, caused quite a bit of stir when I kinda helped u broadcast ur decision. Well for everyone's benefit, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;IT'S FOR A MEDICAL REASON&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;as verified by the Big Kahuna himself&lt;/em&gt;). And it's still in &lt;strong&gt;pending status&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;kinda like the histo of patients whom we've op-ed like eons ago... FOREVER pending sia... wonder if time slows down in patho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if watever medical decision he makes comes thru, he'll be 6 mths apart from us (dunno how that will work out... so out of phase wif everyone else) but otherwise he'll be joining us all when M5 starts again. &lt;strong&gt;So there, u can stop calling/sms-ing him liao&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regressing back, getting a weird feeling now my electives are essentially over (I still haf my ethics and project to do...). I guess I one of those silly pampered kids from sheltered families who flee into the safe arms of routine when faced wif winds of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But truly learnt quite a lot from this posting. &lt;strong&gt;Esp the pt that a surgeon's life is &lt;u&gt;NOT FUN AT ALL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I still admire how PChow can do ops &lt;strong&gt;all the way to 10pm&lt;/strong&gt; on a NORMAL OP DAY. This along wif other qualities I've seen thruout this posting ensures that I'll refer all my future patients to him for an assortment of surgical conditions. (&lt;em&gt;Yes Bang, he's good as a doc even though he may be damn niao at u all)&lt;/em&gt; BTW think &lt;u&gt;Chung is also a very good doc to patients.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Contrast this to another consultant, who sent a patient home coz he'll not be free to do the op and &lt;strong&gt;may&lt;/strong&gt; be unwilling to pass on the case... The patient has CA, which although would probably not progress to an inoperable state in a span of a few weeks, but could get complications which might be tricky to handle. But oh well, that consultant is Zai so...&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway feeling a bit (okay maybe more than that) sad that postings are ending. Really had quite a lot of fun during the postings, esp wif all the juniors. Man I muz be masochistic, what wif all the poking... literally (&lt;u&gt;YES DARYL...U&lt;/u&gt;) and otherwise (&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;pls do not ever call me Boss or Peachy Pink etc&lt;/u&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;). It's certainly made 2/12 of surg much more bearable than it would otherwise have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herez special thanks to the guys (M3s) who've been sharing the EXTREME patient loads (&lt;strong&gt;YES NO MORE WARD ROUNDS... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gl to the poor ones taking over whichever Power Cases I used to take&lt;/em&gt;) and STRESS in clinics. Dun worry, wif Desmond there, ur defence is still appreciable lol! Hope u guys continue to haf fun and get teaching ++, sans cold jokes and suaning from me. Cya guys around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-111763673454862031?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/111763673454862031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=111763673454862031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111763673454862031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111763673454862031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2005/06/end-of-posting-report.html' title='End of Posting Report'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-111733637162236581</id><published>2005-05-29T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T22:44:40.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dazed...</title><content type='html'>Yup that's how I'm feeling after doing &lt;u&gt;only 2&lt;/u&gt; of the suggested personality tests...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms Ahm Chio!!! I also changed!!! ahahahahaha &lt;/strong&gt;(siao liao...) . Used to be a &lt;u&gt;ESTJ&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm a ESTP... following Ms Ahm Chio's format...&lt;br /&gt;Extroverted Sensing Thinking Perceiving&lt;br /&gt;Strength of the preferences (%) 56 12 25 56&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.9types.com/newtest/homepage.actual.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Enneagrams&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/a&gt;one quite jiat lat sia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9&lt;br /&gt;Score 0 2 -2 7 -1 0 1 4 -11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can clearly see... I'm &lt;strong&gt;NOT a peacemaker&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-111733637162236581?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/111733637162236581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=111733637162236581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111733637162236581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111733637162236581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2005/05/dazed.html' title='Dazed...'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-111722248645869925</id><published>2005-05-28T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T11:13:28.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For better or worse, wish you all the best...</title><content type='html'>There have been so many crazy incidents that occured since I last blog... Like patients thanking our consultants and insisting us students &lt;strong&gt;join in the photo&lt;/strong&gt;, or a &lt;strong&gt;patient thanking &lt;u&gt;ME&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for being caring and friendly with her during her hospital stay etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den there was, yet again, &lt;strong&gt;friends who left our their pals&lt;/strong&gt; from their daily routine. I know she's rather disappointed and frankly we're all quite surprised she got this sort of treatment. But oh well, since I'm not the invovled doubt I can comment on this either. Politics in our career can really be quite horrendous. (Yes dentistry frens, we're juz as bad...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not surprisingly, the current group of M3s haf been taking turns to MIA (minus Daryl who's down wif Wisdom probs... QUOTE "&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wif great wisdom comes great pain&lt;/u&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;" No wonder Kai can't stand him at times. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the above digression. What spurred me to blog this entry was the rather shocking news that one of my good pals is going on (well applying for) an indeterminate period of leave of absence from studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know u've prob thought this out really clearly etc... But I juz wanna remind u, restarting may not be easy, and &lt;strong&gt;working with totally new people&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEFINITELY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; not something to play with. I haf no doubt u'd probably gain wisdom in other aspects during this period, and may very well rekindle ur interest in Medicine. But &lt;u&gt;pls think this over carefully.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, juz wish that you could share your thoughts and views abt this matter, esp since we've all been such gd frens for so long. At least we could den gif you our blessings whole-heartedly and not with such doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever decision you make, we'll always support you. Coz we're ur frens, and we care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-111722248645869925?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/111722248645869925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=111722248645869925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111722248645869925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111722248645869925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2005/05/for-better-or-worse-wish-you-all-best.html' title='For better or worse, wish you all the best...'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-111624164644199340</id><published>2005-05-16T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T12:12:45.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A REALLY Painful Monday</title><content type='html'>It juz crept up on me and *WHAM*! Sucky Monday... worse than Friday the 13th (last Fri for the uninitiated.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was quite weird wif the new bunch of M3s. As usual there was the uber on guy in the team, juz that instead of 2, there's only one right now. And WD really supposed to be uber crappy one ah? He seemed so subdued today... Only CL appeared to be hyper (abt being slack lolz!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway felt really awkward and uncomfortable this morning in the clinic wif PC. Gazillions of moments of unnatural silence, punctuated wif uncontrollable bouts of coughs from PC (He's sick sia...) Den the 5 guys (+1 PC) juz looked at each other at times at a loss of what to do. It's at these times I really need a Jinyao or like Alex/SA/KD/TY to diffuse the tension. MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things got worse in the afternoon... Had to start collecting data from patients. FUCKING 1st patient took me like a whole HOUR! C'mon, couldn't the patient's files be more intuitive and like more reader frenly?!?!?! Argh... In the end only managed to do 4 patients... And these included 2 patients whom I realised &lt;strong&gt;did not fit the criteria for my study&lt;/strong&gt;!!! &lt;u&gt;Why the *$&amp;&amp;amp; were they in the list in the first place???&lt;/u&gt; Now my study seems so a tad insignificant wif my small sample size... Sighz. THIS SUX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening time... On junior decides to clerk every single &lt;a href="mailto:*!@#ing"&gt;*!@#ing&lt;/a&gt; patient... K maybe I'm a bit too frustrated wif the entire day's events... But hell why bother clerking patients in for lap chole or hernia repair... like they come in a gaggle load (can't remember SA/KD/A/TY being THAT on... but then again, I may be wrong! lolz!) and are usually symptomatic when they are in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright side, gonna arrange outings wif frens since truckloads of them juz headed back to (not-so) Sunny Singapore this wk, as well as the long awaited RotS(SW III). &lt;strong&gt;PLUS&lt;/strong&gt; I've got a date hee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-111624164644199340?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/111624164644199340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=111624164644199340' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111624164644199340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111624164644199340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2005/05/really-painful-monday.html' title='A REALLY Painful Monday'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-111599775618354326</id><published>2005-05-13T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T23:25:34.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm (going to be) so Ronery... so ronery! Sobz!</title><content type='html'>Sighz today's the last day of my juniors' surg posting wif Preetha... i.e. I'm gonna be all alone again... Well not quite. Found out on Tues 4 more juniors joining directly under PChow. YES!!! More relaxing liaoz! Plus one of them supposed to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;uber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (yes SA and Alex... *&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;uber*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) joker, and another's actually my senior from JC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, somehow the current 3 musketeers convinced me to stay wif them for rounds &lt;strong&gt;PAST&lt;/strong&gt; dinner (I went w/o dinner coz my maid cooked my share liaoz, but in the end hungry beyond the limit; so as of this current moment... still no dinner). Smart TY decided to go home in the early afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den again it was kinda my choice. First op TY missed was a &lt;strong&gt;TREASURE&lt;/strong&gt; and I really mean it. It was kinda like a &lt;strong&gt;3-in-1&lt;/strong&gt; op. Poor lady had liver abscess secondary to appendicitis. Started developing a tad of cholangitis oso. So she had an e-op to drain the abscess, remove her infected appendix (totally &lt;strong&gt;PUS&lt;/strong&gt;sy at the base) as well as remove the rather distended GB (and yet again, they accidently made a hole in it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm currently convinced the % of ops where the GB is &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; injured at all is somewhere around less than 50%... And this is in the liver team... Lolz! (den again I haf to say they're still absolutely fantastic surgeons!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the latter doesn't apply to one of them unfortunately and &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; of us (students) agree (vehemently) Wa lao, we stay back so late still suan us, tell us go get a life... &lt;a href="mailto:*#@!$&amp;^%"&gt;*#@!$&amp;amp;^%&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;EDIT: When we were operating at ard 6 pm and complaining to ourselves how late it was, our Reg's M2s called to tell him they were staying and waiting for him to gif them a tutorial. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHOCKER #2: When we returned to MSL at 10pm, there were STILL!!! M2s hanging ard practising clinical skills!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz that I really shld haf left after dinner coz there was nothing much left to do. Kinda stayed back juz to see a BGIT wif retroperitoneal mass... (turned out to be intraperitoneal sia! Plus the docs think it's a GIST... yet another one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally wanna wish TY KD Alex and SA a gd posting after this... really fun *working* wif u guys ahahaha! Hope got more chances to hang out in the future... AND PLS!!! BE MY students when I doing HOship!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-111599775618354326?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/111599775618354326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=111599775618354326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111599775618354326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111599775618354326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-going-to-be-so-ronery-so-ronery.html' title='I&apos;m (going to be) so Ronery... so ronery! Sobz!'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-111582011752739095</id><published>2005-05-11T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T22:01:57.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoopid Amazing Race!!!</title><content type='html'>UGH!!! My fav team in AM7 didn't win! ARGH! And it was such a close race!!! If only U&amp;J didn't get on the plane! Man they were bloody lucky! (Den again Rob and Amber were pretty lucky throughout their race).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly, their actions weren't that fantastic (rolling down the windows to ask would haf been fine). &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; you've gotta admit, this &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; a race yar! Tell me one competition where contestants stop to kinda look out for another team...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And u've gotta recognise, they're prolly the most deserving of winning the race in terms of their spirit and competitiveness, juz like Colin and Chrisite (they had badass attitude too and everyone blames the programming), prob wrought from their survivor experience. (but ya, think U&amp;C prolly need that cash more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's ward rounds were a total shit. I felt uber extra (man shld haf convinced TY not to tag along) and was ticked off for not being able to find the IMR for this MOS during ward round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well i did make an effort and even asked, but i juz didn't know where it was... and stupidly went back empty handed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day was better afterwards, had frenly chat wif Andre (new German gal), went for relaxing clinics. Conference was a dud, kept nodding in and out of sleep (ugh whiplash injury) and PC made me prepare to present, and told me not to bother introducing the patient during the conference itself. &lt;strong&gt;LIKE DUH?!&lt;/strong&gt; Juz dun tell me to go lar! Den at least I can go for DLim's thyroid tutorial (even though it's prolly beyond me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my patients took a turn for the worse today... PC was stumped... Made me feel rather useless as a doc coz like there was nothing we could do for the patient... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;crosses fingers and pray that he'll pull thru...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-111582011752739095?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/111582011752739095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=111582011752739095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111582011752739095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111582011752739095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2005/05/stoopid-amazing-race.html' title='Stoopid Amazing Race!!!'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-111547599558463108</id><published>2005-05-07T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T22:26:35.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sianz</title><content type='html'>Never knew my uncle could be such a screwball haha! Maybe he overly stressed at work or sumthing lar, but &lt;strong&gt;he mixed up the dates for our families Mother's Day dinner!&lt;/strong&gt; Imagine that and all the calls he had to make to inform everyone abt the screwup hahaha! Lucky the restaurant called up to confirm our booking... o/w everyone would be standing outside JUMBO looking really dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolz somemore he came late to weekly family dinner at grandmas, everyone was joking that my uncle was too embarressed to come hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sadz that 3 of my frens left for Japan... well more like envious than sad lar lolz. I really wanna visit my Jap frens!!! (&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hihi Yuichiro, Toshi, Sakoto-Chan and Yui&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Though most prob u guys won'treally be reading this haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now only looking forward to diving trip wif frens as well as trip to HK wif med ppl to meet up wif &lt;strong&gt;Purdy!&lt;/strong&gt; Can't wait! All the tim sum and shopping... and more shopping muahahahahahaha!!! Oh well and my "boyfren" pang seh-ed us again (&lt;em&gt;haha Bangz, finally JJ's turn to fly our kite&lt;/em&gt;), not going wif us to HK... and to think Bangz hoping he loses his deposit as retribution lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way Mr "舍么叫创意？" (as evidenced by ur really creative name... sorry couldn't help taking a dig at u again lol!) can send me ur ring tone not? I wanna put on my blog to show others juz how irritating that ringtone is! And can dun put my real name in ur links please? Use my 笔名 "prozac", otherwise harder to gossip abt others ahahahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-111547599558463108?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/111547599558463108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=111547599558463108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111547599558463108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111547599558463108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2005/05/sianz.html' title='Sianz'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-111538034288214359</id><published>2005-05-06T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T19:52:22.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sianz... gonna be alone again</title><content type='html'>Ugh today's the last day my bunch of &lt;strong&gt;uber&lt;/strong&gt; on M4 frens will be wif me in dreary ol' SGH. Next week my juniors aka T5MS will also be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Shudders at thought of no one to ji siao and annoy and gossip and clerk Medicine cases while doing a surgery posting* &lt;/em&gt;Worse, will be stuck doing sai gang wif PChow and unknown number of M3s (ugh... think of all the Xray conferences, OT sessions and WARD ROUNDS...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since I've got no gossip currently, and I've got at least 2 new visitors coming to my blog sooner or later (yes Alex and SA, I mean u), shall discuss more abt my juniors... Yeah u know all that crap abt not tokking behind ppl's backs lolz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the uber on and kinda long-winded history guy I tokked abt (he's MUCH BETTER NOW), well apparently SA's also uber on... and rather like a mosquito... MAN THESE GUYS ARE BLOODTHIRSTY!!! So to all current HOs out there who are in desperate need of medical students to take bloods, look for him (currently SGH GS T5) lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise u can always dial 1800-KUNDA for a really trustworthy and dependable guy. (Seriously, this guy is a ladies' man!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm expecting at least one post by one of the crappy 3 musketeers plus the only sober one (who today proved to be quite powerful at suanning too lolz!) And PLS!!!! GET RID OF THAT MYOJO MEE RINGTONE and STOP SAYING 一针见血!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-111538034288214359?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/111538034288214359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=111538034288214359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111538034288214359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111538034288214359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2005/05/sianz-gonna-be-alone-again.html' title='Sianz... gonna be alone again'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-111423167140714191</id><published>2005-04-23T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T12:47:51.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backlog of rantings</title><content type='html'>Firstly, egged (more like shoved) to do a fren quiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/yourquiz.php?quizname=050423003845-757333"&gt;http://www.quizyourfriends.com/yourquiz.php?quizname=050423003845-757333&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past 2 weeks have been a real crazy affair... SO HECTIC!!! God, my tutor's clinic is a nightmare (except for really studious ppl and those who can multitask well...) Have to listen to patient and tutor, as well as read the next patient's file to present to him in between patients... Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well things have gotten better, guess I'm getting used to it... Also got 4 M3s tagging along in the same team. Man, 2 of them really crappy but haha adds fun to the entire posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz quite taken aback by one of them... too ON for my liking. Quite shocked yesterday when he went up to a patient to ask if he could clerk him... When the patient was in the middle of a conversation with like 8 relatives who had juz stepped in and stood all around him. The other 3 juniors were also rather shocked considering he kinda like chased the other family members away but walking into the middle of the crowd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, but I admire his enthusiasm (all his history taken is FAR FAR FAR MORE DETAILED THAN MX's... Man my legs are killing me...) and his depth and breadth of knowledge... something I have yet to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime struggling to mug both medicine and surgery (plus minus paeds) in between my project... Hopefully I finish soon. Ciaoz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-111423167140714191?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/111423167140714191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=111423167140714191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111423167140714191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111423167140714191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2005/04/backlog-of-rantings.html' title='Backlog of rantings'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-111227484508560397</id><published>2005-03-31T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T21:14:05.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying traffic and traffic police...</title><content type='html'>My blood boils everytime I think of annoying road hoggers... All those irritating folks driving on the extreme right lane and yet travelling far slower than those in the 3rd lane even! For heaven's sake! That lane is not for u to cruise leisurely but for overtaking (and speeding lolz!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aim to start a whole list of these irritating ppl's license plates for fellow gekked out drivers. If ur plate appears in the list... Well F*%# YOU!!! U guys are the inconsiderate bastards that cause major traffic jams along the highways! U bloody faggots shld have the decency to go back to the centre lane at let others overtake u friggin slow coaches!!! Idiots!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad drivers aside, my mum, aunts and grandma had a &lt;strong&gt;bad encounter with a police officer &lt;/strong&gt;just this monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After prayers, they were leaving the temple and had to cross Waterloo St (I think). Anyway the traffic was quite heavy and there were these &lt;strong&gt;3 policemen&lt;/strong&gt; waving the traffic to keep moving. I do suppose their initial duties were to deter motorists from parking there. Being civic minded (&lt;em&gt;read dull and obedient&lt;/em&gt;) citizens of Singapore, my mum approached one of them and asked &lt;strong&gt;NICELY &lt;/strong&gt;if they would be helping them stop the traffic to cross the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrifying reply she got instead was, "&lt;strong&gt;Don't take me for granted! I can charge you for JAYWALKING!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This when my troupe of family members consisted of my seventy-year old grandma. Nice going there &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spf.gov.sg/"&gt;Mr. "a force for the nation"&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Guess &lt;strong&gt;total defence&lt;/strong&gt; isn't really big in the police force after all!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-111227484508560397?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/111227484508560397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=111227484508560397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111227484508560397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111227484508560397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2005/03/annoying-traffic-and-traffic-police.html' title='Annoying traffic and traffic police...'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-111167917256502187</id><published>2005-03-24T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T23:46:12.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Do List 24/3</title><content type='html'>1) Watch "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Eye 10&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" and scare the shit out of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Watch dumbass &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kungfu movie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Stephen Fung (Gay Alert!!! Daniel Wu and him again!!! Lolz!) starring &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; simply becoz &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (YAY!!!) are in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Blog more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Do a flow chart describing the last post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Finally ask my fren abt something which has been bothering me for nearly a whole year simply coz i didn't haf the guts to (unlike my fren Solaris... read recent posts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Everything else I want...&lt;br /&gt;... that is after the hellish wkend =/&lt;br /&gt;5 more days to Pots&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-111167917256502187?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/111167917256502187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=111167917256502187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111167917256502187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111167917256502187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2005/03/to-do-list-243.html' title='To Do List 24/3'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-111141780836691089</id><published>2005-03-21T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T23:10:08.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty : Miscommunication revisited</title><content type='html'>B4 I start, wanna thank Sunflower for emailing moi! Hee! Today I rediscovered juz how magnanimous and level-headed one of my frens actually was. This (again...) involves car-rides... (Man, I hate going thru these old stuff!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my cousin had been having probs staying in his hall and owning his car. Initially, he was quite open to giving lifts. But den the following happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) ppl started knocking on his door ever so often for lifts (tend to be juz when he's abt to sleep)&lt;br /&gt;2) ppl started asking him to ferry items from A to B&lt;br /&gt;3) ppl took him for granted (&lt;em&gt;kinda coz we were all thought that to be taken advantage of was kinda like a blessing since we are fortunate enuff to be the target... which we realise is quite dumb now we look back&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on till he got so tired he actually offered his keys to his fren (initially he insisted that he be on the car but eventually, he got so tired there were a few times he juz wanted to gif the keys...) So in response to that I gave him 2 examples, one of myself, and one of my close fren. I guess it was the way I phrased my answers that led to the current event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this fren of mine (person A) kinda drives on and off. When he drives, he usually gives another fren (person B) a lift from a train station near sch. Prob is that another fren (person C) also goes to sch and stops at the same train station. A does not gif or offer a lift to C. One day, C discovers this one day and was a bit annoyed. Henceforth A offered C a lift now and then, but after a while did not do so again. C was a bit annoyed but never expected a lift again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the crucial point which I guess I failed to emphasise to my cousin. &lt;strong&gt;A is NOT WRONG&lt;/strong&gt; (I personally would haf done the same, as some of my frens can vouch hee!). This is because u cannot expect a person to continuously volunteer their services to u! (I strongly believe the number of such altrustic ppl range below the .001 percentile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally believe that A shld never be expected to offer, but rather conversely if C wanted a ride, he shld ask for one. If C (or my other frens for that matter) wanted a ride from A (or me) but was too thin-skinned to ask for one, but yet expected me to give them one, den "to hell with them" I say! Pls note guys that if C felt that A was being unfrenly or unpleasant, then C shld really look in the mirror and think thru his/her axns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(NOTE: This is my perspective of things, it does not in anyway represent wat C was feeling or his axns in anyway, particularly the above paragraph.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, somehow what I told my cousin ended back wif A. Broken telephone msgs as usual, the following were wat he received: &lt;strong&gt;He was unfrenly and only gave lifts to B and not any other frens. &lt;/strong&gt;Let me say this once again&lt;strong&gt; THAT IS NOT TRUE.&lt;/strong&gt; He does gif the ocassional lift when ppl &lt;strong&gt;ocassionally ask &lt;/strong&gt;for it. (As to why he gives lifts to B... hahahaha! Let's juz say A is male and B is female!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Further development of this 1 hr l8r after this mess started)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to clarify wif my cousin, which further perpetuated this nonsensical round-abt miscommunication thingy. Turns out my fren's sis (who spoke to my cousin) thought I was really angry and scolded my cousin and hence told my fren to tell me not to and that it wasn't my cousin's fault... when in the first place I didn't. Well goes to show how crazy this broken telephone thingy is. Anyway this post is getting too long, shall evaluate my fren's actions in this episode tomolo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-111141780836691089?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/111141780836691089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=111141780836691089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111141780836691089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111141780836691089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2005/03/guilty-miscommunication-revisited.html' title='Guilty : Miscommunication revisited'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-111122930129289767</id><published>2005-03-19T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T18:48:21.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh... Irritated again.</title><content type='html'>One of my frens was not happy that I didn't help zap a set of notes a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me reiterate my stand on sharing of info:&lt;br /&gt;1) I will &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS &lt;/strong&gt;ask ppl if they want a set of notes if &lt;strong&gt;I myself find it useful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I will &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;ask ppl if they want a set of notes (or wateva) if I dun find it useful or if I didn't bother touching it (coz that means it probably isn't that impt anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;However&lt;/strong&gt;, if u do know I have that set of notes and ask me for it, I will &lt;strong&gt;always &lt;/strong&gt;gladly lend it to you (or even give it coz i dun use it anyway...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not becoz I'm selfish as some Mach ppl will prob think (like since I'm not using it, I'm not gonna let others use it), it's coz I haf tons of MCQs/chapters from various textbks/notes rotting in my shelf and have never left those areas since I brought them home. Since I dun wish others to kill more trees and waste more money printing nonsense, I do not volunteer these materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regarding that day's incidents:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I only zapped the set of notes THAT VERY MORNING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I only found it useful after using it later that morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) When some of u called me to zap the notes, I agreed, but at the same time I had also sent smses to the rest of my clinical grp and was waiting for their replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the above mentioned fren was later annoyed coz when he returned, the notes were not sent for photocopying, it was because some idiot frens of mine refused to reply smses (actually she usually misses calls and return them ages later lolz! as usual! Ditto for the rest of my grp).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So quit being a jerk and being irritated at me coz if u dun think for our grp members, well juz remeber &lt;strong&gt;I DO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me also remind u:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) U never told us of good cases in the last posting when u went clerking despite given ample opportunity and time. &lt;strong&gt;Saying u forgot abt it and was sorry a few days later when we realised what happen is not sufficient coz u did it again later.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;sorry to my other frens: felt really annoyed and was quite left out since the rest of u guys were clerking together so went I went clerking I didn't share the good cases too... but it was only for that day ^.^)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Despite me being nice and offering a good case (which in turn led to my demise coz the patient went home before u came and i had to wait for u, forcing me to juz rely on case notes and fabrication...) u did it yet again for the remaining posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uber long post, finally got all that crap off my chest...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-111122930129289767?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/111122930129289767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=111122930129289767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111122930129289767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111122930129289767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2005/03/ugh-irritated-again.html' title='Ugh... Irritated again.'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-111081573637265989</id><published>2005-03-14T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T23:55:36.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Life; Drowning from Revision</title><content type='html'>Man... juz realized the insanity I'm experiencing. Wif only like 2 measly weeks left, I still can't find the burning desire (what $*!&amp;%# desire??) to further peruse by Patho books wif feverent zeal... i.e. mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway wif all my frens going on this holiday and that, plus the fact that my closest "frens" are now called "Exams" and "Tests". Man! Ain't that fun! What's more u get pot (shots), take cool photos and go thru slide(show)s... Judging from how bad that joke was, you'd prob know how irked out I am from this whole silly exercise to demonstrate the grasp of (not so) fundamental principles of Pathology (no, not the one where my gay bud Steven excels in...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway cold joke of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一只北极熊，满身都长着雪白的一层毛。&lt;br /&gt;有一天，这毛茸茸的北极熊无聊中从他身上拔了一根毛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他拔了一根，又再拔了一根。&lt;br /&gt;一根，两根，三根的。。。他不停的拔。&lt;br /&gt;到了最后，一身洁白的毛都给拔光了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这时，他忽然说：“ Brrrr~~~ 好冷啊！”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-111081573637265989?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/111081573637265989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=111081573637265989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111081573637265989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111081573637265989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2005/03/boring-life-drowning-from-revision.html' title='Boring Life; Drowning from Revision'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-111011848088558896</id><published>2005-03-06T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T22:14:40.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love over the net?</title><content type='html'>Over the past week, one of my online frens tipped into depression after he was -kinda- rejected by another one of my online frens. Initially I believed his story 100% but then I realised that everyone (esp myself) tends to over dramatise whatever's happening in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my fren has to date lost 6 kg over a course of 5 days. (His initial claim was 5 kg in 3 days... which all medical frens would prob think highly unlikely given we usu loose water first, and it would mean my fren was severely dehydrated.) He's given up the online game where both of them met and played ever so often. He's determined to loose weight and study hard to prove to my other fren that she should not have looked down upon him. He's even cut his hair coz the gal commented his long hair made him look ah beng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad twist to this is that, my female fren is actually a masquerader... She's far older than what she claims to be (well at least she's truly a female, not like 99% of female characters in online games...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not to say my guy fren is totally truthful in every aspect... In fact, this whole incident makes me wonder, juz how much can u trust these -so-called- frens u make online. Juz how much of wat we -see- is who they really are. Den again, well sometimes, real life frens can turn out juz as shity yar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-111011848088558896?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/111011848088558896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=111011848088558896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111011848088558896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/111011848088558896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2005/03/love-over-net.html' title='Love over the net?'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-110930880886948298</id><published>2005-02-25T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T13:20:08.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revival... until the next mugging session</title><content type='html'>Whew... My ortho posting is finally over. Now there's only Patho exam that's left between me and my holidays... which haf kinda been screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well kind of my own undoing i guess. Supposed to haf gone for overseas elective to Sri Lanka initially, den a couple of hiccups here and there including a change to India, B4 I eventually settled for a LOCAL elective (ugh...). But well it's supposed to be advice from someone I should have utter faith in, and since I've been instructed to make the decision once and for all and not think about it, thou shalt not whine thus farther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway CNY this year has kinda been bumpy, so many things happening. Some gd, some not so gd. One not so good fact: I've gained an incredible 5kg from CNY goodies... ugh! Even my dentistry fren whom I've not met said I've gotten prosperous (if only she meant it in the monetary sense lolz). Time to find my swimming/jogging/gym kakis to celebrate the wonders of an atheletic life... Man the pain to restart gym all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news: Ha! Dun need a root canal for now! Whoopee!. To the frens I pang seh-ed at the last moment today--- Paiseh ya, but well Team America (or whateva) wasn't really my cup of tea (even though I really like watching shows where u leave ur brain at home right after these annoying tests.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-110930880886948298?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/110930880886948298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=110930880886948298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/110930880886948298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/110930880886948298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2005/02/revival-until-next-mugging-session.html' title='Revival... until the next mugging session'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-110363249327376818</id><published>2004-12-21T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T20:34:53.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme annoyance</title><content type='html'>My browser's default language is in Chinese and after repeated tries still refuses to show stuff in English. (edit: currently while writing this, I've managed to find the annoying option that disables this nonsense. Whoopee!!!) Imagine opening yahoo, msn, and &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVEN BLOGSPOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and everything (that is humanly possible) appears in Chinese... traditional to make matters worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second annoying thing. Feeling bored in the holidays. Eagerly anticipating things to occur. Unfortunately, I woke up late this morning, hence missing my karaoke session. Den I totally forgot abt my Christmas shopping and ended up playing nonsense games at my fren's house. Sigh... Will hafta go buy my slippers and tees in a jiffy after badminton tomolo. Decided to update myself by reading everyone's blogs... Darn missed out on yesterday nite's outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to continue yesterday nite's events... Stoopid Alexander. BTW both Chingz and I haf decided JJ absolutely reminds us of Alexander... obviously Steven objected so we began the obligatory "small" jokes abt his size. More nonsense continues regarding the annoying Alexander and equally annoying gay partner(s) of his *shiver*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for Terry anyway in the end. He decide to save the nite by recommending and &lt;strong&gt;treating&lt;/strong&gt; (hee! Thx dude!) us to tau huey (it's beancurd rite? sorry for bad translation skills...) Anyway think the store is Rochor *something-i-forgot* Beancurd Stall... like that really helps lolz! But hey that stuff is real good!!! Like what Terry said, "The beancurd's so soft it slips down your throat without u realising it!"™&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter nonsense from duh ppl...&lt;br /&gt;(Chingz) "Har, den like that might as well not eat rite? Like not eating anything..."&lt;br /&gt;(JJ) "Hey, try blindfolding urself, see whether u realise if u eating not..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway tried out Gord's link to some supposed wmv file (dang i gaf myself away... lolx). To ppl who are now going over to his blog, dun bother. The link is down. Uber annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-110363249327376818?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/110363249327376818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=110363249327376818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/110363249327376818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/110363249327376818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2004/12/extreme-annoyance.html' title='Extreme annoyance'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-110356318224461074</id><published>2004-12-21T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T01:19:42.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's (re)Alive!!!!</title><content type='html'>After the month long (and some more) hiatus, I've decided to (re)stoke the embers of this pet project of mine. First some fun stuff overheard these past mths... (since it's been really long, I can't really remember the exact words unfortunately)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MX(a gal) to JJ(a boy) "JJ, I got ur baby!!!..."&lt;br /&gt;- heard in KKWCH Macs after the neonate test (which explains everything... well maybe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YC(guy) to MX(gal) "It's okay if u stroke my thigh, juz dun grab the wrong gear stick..."&lt;br /&gt;- while MX was driving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up wif an old schoolmate recently and had quite a nice long chat. As usual, I was made to realise how naive and innocent I really am despite me always semi-bragging abt being so Mach. Gosh the horror stories abt backstabbing frens and etc... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked whether my frens were like that, I instinctively said no. But den immediately, a pall of doubt came down over my thoughts as I worriedly scan thru the past mths incidents... And it was like GOSH!!! Some of them were acting a bit stranger then B4!!! I was like "GOD am I being played like a pawn?" He went on telling how his other frens were even more streetwise and knew of even more "fake and political" frens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew my own conclusion later: the more paranoid one is, the more one would think such things were occuring wif great frequencies... Well in a way it's also blissful ignorance to be naive towards such complex matters. But there is truth to wat my fren said. Even within my grp of frens, some ppl are much more charismatic and sociable (political and manipulative to others), some are more withdrawn and private (secretive, untrusting and juz biding time to my fren) and the list goes on. I'm thankful that we are FRENS and even if we were being made use of, at least it'd be juz some inconvenience on our part and not real harm. Unfortunately no one can see into the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I can thankfully say, I've got a bunch of frens juz as innocent and naive as I am (yes guys u know who u are lolz).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway made an awfully terrible mistake by agreeing to watch Alexander today wif my gay bud JJ (ahahahahaha!). It's BORING wif a capital B. Some scenes were horribly drag-gy (sorry for the pun, but ewww all those gay scenes were like so extra. Really, was Alexander gay?) The battle scenes weren't that great either. But overall it felt like Colin Farrell was this CRAZED king going ard from conquest to conquest... in terms of kingdoms and yes... new guys (and later A, read SINGLE girl). Well out of the four of us only JJ liked it... must haf been the gay scenes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW to cg mates: do we two really act that gay? Lolz!!! (Personally, think YC is more physical and can be really much more gay than we act ahahahaha...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K dat shall be all for now... shall continue once i pick up the pieces of brain blasted off all ard from my horrendous O&amp;G posting. And let me reiterate how grossly muggerish my cg is and how stressful being so slack in this cg can be sighz.... Well as testament to this, my cg has been nicknamed "Gold Medal" cg by my sister CG... ironically Gold Medalist specifically refers to JL from that cg lolz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, to all frens whose blog urls i haven't linked to and dun violently object to that, juz drop a note wif ur name (or nick if privacy wanted) as well as ur url thx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nitez!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-110356318224461074?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/110356318224461074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=110356318224461074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/110356318224461074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/110356318224461074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-realive.html' title='It&apos;s (re)Alive!!!!'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-110147994068022441</id><published>2004-11-26T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T22:39:00.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Forgotten</title><content type='html'>Juz a few months ago, I went Tokyo on a "exchange" program... thing was I told myself I'd contact my newfound Jap frens on a regular basis. Unfortunately, that was what I told myself to do wif regards to my "Aussie" frens (hi Jas, hi Lydia hee!) as well as a dear ol' frens in the US and Canada (hi Bear, Ruoxi, Fabian, Ken C, XH and Dawn).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway one of my closer Jap frens Yuichiro went on holiday wif his GF and we met up while he was in transit back to Jap. Hence wif much prodding from them as well as all the med ppl who haf been egging me to continue writing, I've decided to restart my blogging days. Not that I mind, juz that O&amp;G is extremely busy and stressful posting, not made any betta by the presence of extremely motivated and hardworking frens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first thing my fren's GF Sakoto asks me is why am I always online. Now this would haf been a normal question posed to anyone. But unfortunately, I get the feeling from the later parts of the conversation, that my Jap frens think I've been spending time doing what my fren JJ does at home to increase his size...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Well at least that's what one of his frens claimed such activities can aid in... Also note I'm not explicitly trying to imply that he is small, and neither does he do such things in front of the computer... He has real life experiences to back him up muahahahahahahahahaha!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway when I later clarified I spent my time playing computer games (yes pls believe me, I'm such an innocent boy after all) she den labelled me a "cyber boy"... which unfortunately, I believe is sorta a derogratory term... sobz. In fact that term came up so many times, eg when I took out my pda, when i discussed playing games and being online etc... Sighz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also evidently, my MSN nick seems to appear as Chinese to my Jap frens...  AGAIN UNFORTUNATELY, judging from wat my two frens told me, the Chinese characters were sorta scandelous, to the extent that my Jap frens would discuss "Hey what is Zhongxi doing/feeling today online..." Sobz. So &lt;em&gt;Shi1 Tai4...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-110147994068022441?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/110147994068022441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=110147994068022441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/110147994068022441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/110147994068022441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2004/11/forgotten.html' title='The Forgotten'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-109922002576627970</id><published>2004-10-31T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T18:53:45.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving</title><content type='html'>As we all (may) know by now, a certain fren of a fren met wif a tragic car accident abroad. It was alleged that he had fallen asleep on the wheel as did his passengers... Unfortunately, such is the heavy price that a person must pay, that sometimes I really think maybe we shouldn't drive at all. My condolences to his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many claim driving is a privilege, yet few see the heavy responsibilities of those behind the wheels. In a way, the lives of not only the driver and the passengers, but other motorists and pedestrains are in the hands of the brain behind the steering wheel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sidetrack) Hence, guys, pls stop complaining abt me not driving when I say I feel sleepy and tired in the morning. I dun think it's kewl to see anyone of us in the mortuary the next day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, want to do a certain injusticed fren (Person A) some justice. Person A is a fortunate person to own a car. Unfortunately, (s)he's been tasked to gif his/her frens a lift everyday. Thing is these "frens" dun tok to him/her at all during the day. It's like they dun recognise him/her at all once they step out of his/her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the entire weekend, they dun bother abt my fren... till suddenly on Sunday nite, *beep beep* (s)he get's a sms from these "frens" asking for a ride to school. So when (s)he gets frustated in the end and rejects them saying (s)he can't gif them a lift, they refuse to acknowledge his/her presence at all in their group. In fact things haf worsened and it's quite amazing how these guys can be so petty and single-minded, not sparing a thought for my fren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing to learn from him/her is: (s)he knows these "frens" aren't worth his/her trouble to get annoyed over. Also wanna say sorry for revealing this coz I think I was supposed to keep this a secret... hee! Hope I dun coz my fren more trouble than this is worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to all the frens who are priveliged enuff to get driven by frens, do spare a thought for these guys sometimes and quit being anal u idiots (in reference to that bunch of arse-faced "frens")!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-109922002576627970?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/109922002576627970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=109922002576627970' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109922002576627970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109922002576627970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2004/10/driving.html' title='Driving'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-109915410475796367</id><published>2004-10-31T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T00:35:04.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunburnt</title><content type='html'>I had this overwhelming feeling of slackness today... this deja vu of last week's holidaying. Wierd considering the backlog of notes to read thru, not to mention the chapters of reading i hafta prepare for next week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym session was a torturous 2 hr session today, followed by a 2 hr "babe watch session". Clarification, babe watch for Mr-I-Haf-Perfect-Vision JJ and the poor shortsighted me... Even his cousin could do some feature recognition... All I could tell was, "Hey that's a two piece..." To which JJ said, "That's a fat ass...". Anyway the 2 hr pool session resulted in a marvelous coat of lobster red skin appearing on my arms and face, giving me stinging pains as i'm typing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay shall stop here coz think the past few posts all equally shallow one... Tomorrow's discussion shall be serious and be on a familiar topic (at least to some of the ppl i often complain to...) &lt;strong&gt;DRIVING&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-109915410475796367?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/109915410475796367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=109915410475796367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109915410475796367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109915410475796367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2004/10/sunburnt.html' title='Sunburnt'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-109903006447171406</id><published>2004-10-29T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T14:07:44.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyance ++</title><content type='html'>Haiz, once again, my cgs haf demonstrated yet another trait that never fails to bewilder me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YET AGAIN, we haf decided (in school) to go out to eat out (at Suntec), only to end up eating at the &lt;strong&gt;foodcourt&lt;/strong&gt; (which btw is much more exp than eating at NUH Kopitiam and staff canteen, and needless say Science Canteen...) Doesn't really make sense to me... esp since someone later commented " &lt;em&gt;Oh we decided to eat at the food court coz not enuff cash... &lt;/em&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;So why go out to eat in the first place?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, a few of the ppl wanted to go Orchard to watch a show, but another grp said "y not go Suntec eat first and coz there got more choices... " (See above to appreciate the absurdness at this sentence...) Den later when we ended up wandering ard looking thru shops, one of the them (Person A, see below) said... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Y did u guys choose to come here (Suntec) in the first place"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when someone else commented it was boring and there was nothing to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also the reply to a fren who wanted to watch a show (which was only shown in Cineleisure) and was quite disappointed coz no one wanted to go all the way there to catch that show anymore (inertia from boredom at Suntec).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess wat, Person A was one of the few who suggested going Suntec...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-109903006447171406?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/109903006447171406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=109903006447171406' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109903006447171406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109903006447171406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2004/10/annoyance.html' title='Annoyance ++'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-109889161409515981</id><published>2004-10-27T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T13:53:31.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cysticerus Cellulosa</title><content type='html'>If u are wondering what the heck that title is... So was I 3 hours ago, coz that's when the new Channel U show &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Heal, and be healed"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; started. And realised gosh, that's something I learnt in Microbio in M2... For those interested click here: &lt;a href="http://www.emedicine.com/med/topic494.htm"&gt;Cysticerus Cellulosa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW for all future doctors who think office politics are non existent in our medical world, juz watch this show... Summary of today's ep:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor A is supposed to be on call but last minute, decides to go clubbing (doesn't this SOOOOO remind u guys of someone? Haha!!) and to meet gal(s). Hence asks doctor B to take over for night duty. On night duty, doctor B sees a patient wif exotic signs and symptoms and SURPRISE!!! manages to correlate it to &lt;em&gt;Cysticerus Cellulosa &lt;/em&gt;infection. (*Sidenote: this guys muz haf been on Dean's List one...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway doctor B (stupidly) phones doctor A (who is jio-ing these 2 gals) and tells him abt the findings. Doctor A shrewdly asks doctor B if he had contacted their consultant surgeon, to which doctor B replies "&lt;em&gt;No, coz it's late and he's prob sleeping&lt;/em&gt;"... So doctor A decides no to jio these 2 gals and rushes back to the &lt;strong&gt;Med library &lt;/strong&gt;（or something like that) to check up everything abt &lt;em&gt;Cysticerus Cellulosa&lt;/em&gt; as well as the patient's history...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEN doctor A calls the senior surgeon up and presents "his" findings. Hence he is selected to assist the surgeon in the op to remove the worms... while doctor B is left rotting and feeling extremely betrayed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Frens, pls dun be an ass and do what doctor A did by 1) asking a fren to take a call at the last minute to go clubbing and 2) snatch and steal ur fren's cases juz so that ur status in front of ur consultant is elevated and u can get traineeship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) And frens, dun be so stoopid and naive to think others won't do it to u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-109889161409515981?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/109889161409515981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=109889161409515981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109889161409515981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109889161409515981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2004/10/cysticerus-cellulosa.html' title='Cysticerus Cellulosa'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-109880032764951048</id><published>2004-10-26T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T22:18:47.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Gym Day</title><content type='html'>My fren tells me going to the gym is gay... Comments anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had our episiotomy workshop... which sucked. K I know the poor MO/HO was post call, BUT SHEESH FOR GAWD'S SAKE pls &lt;strong&gt;teach us something&lt;/strong&gt;. She literally threw us aside to fiddle around wif the models, trying to do epi repairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like thank god I knew a bit of stitches (yeah a stitch in time, saves nine or rather mine ahahahaha.... duh) otherwise I'd be struggling like Dua Ki. U've gotta admit he was quite good considering he didn't know what the hell he was supposed to do and yet managed to complete it. If I so much as cause a fucking whopping haematoma or rectal tear, I'll ask the patient to sue that arse-faced tutor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway looking forward (yeah rite!) to tomolo's &lt;strong&gt;PELVIC TRAINER&lt;/strong&gt; workshop... Sounds so *ahem* ya? Can juz imagine the tutor going &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Okay class! And one and two and &lt;strong&gt;THRUST &lt;/strong&gt;and four and..."&lt;/u&gt; ???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, gym is sooooo NOT gay. (den again, JJ... ahahahahaha!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-109880032764951048?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/109880032764951048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=109880032764951048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109880032764951048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109880032764951048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2004/10/another-gym-day.html' title='Another Gym Day'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-109871855693364804</id><published>2004-10-25T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T23:35:56.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Irritated Moi</title><content type='html'>Haizz... My O&amp;G posting juz started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more do I need to elaborate on... Haizz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the &lt;strong&gt;INERTIA&lt;/strong&gt; when it comes to studying liaoz from all the partying last week... As of today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total hours spent thinking of fun times last week: 24 hrs&lt;br /&gt;Total hours spent studying: &lt;1 hrs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I caught 任我遨游 juz in time thx to my 老大 hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-109871855693364804?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/109871855693364804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=109871855693364804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109871855693364804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109871855693364804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2004/10/irritated-moi.html' title='An Irritated Moi'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-109860581710765299</id><published>2004-10-24T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T23:30:02.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NUS Holiday Posting Feedback Form</title><content type='html'>Total number of days of holidays: 7&lt;br /&gt;Total number of days spent not doing anything: 2&lt;br /&gt;Total number of days where U got home after midnight: 4&lt;br /&gt;Total number of days where U woke up before 9am: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did u think this helped in your research: 6 (NA) (sorry, dumb joke...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Comments:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;MUST STOP GOING OUT WIF COUPLES&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Been going out wif the same bunch / couple grp the whole week, and feeling extremely lightbulb and lonely esp when the couples get mushy... Ugh *puke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;strong&gt;Must stop being on and organising outings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a royal pain in the arse and *sweat* major tendonitis and hoarseness risk factor from all the sms-ing and phoning... Plus the headache when ppl spring suprises on ya like "I'm eating vegetarian" on a nite out for BBQ (lolz juz joking Terror haha!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;strong&gt;Must thank frens who turned up for organised outings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembered how horrible the turnout for the pre-birthday chalet of mine was, which thanks to my choir frens, turned 180 degrees round and was a blast! Hence here's thanks to all who turned up for whatever stuff I tried to organise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Any suggestions:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;strong&gt;DUN GET DRUNK ANYMORE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duh?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;strong&gt;DUN EVA DRIVE TO CLUBBING ANYMORE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... words from someone who was utterly bored and couldn't get high on mambo nite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;How do you rate this posting?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy peasy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What is your expected grade?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. (No distinction coz i got drunk, took off my pants and washed them butt naked in the toilet...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-109860581710765299?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/109860581710765299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=109860581710765299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109860581710765299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109860581710765299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2004/10/nus-holiday-posting-feedback-form.html' title='NUS Holiday Posting Feedback Form'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-109842048372876655</id><published>2004-10-22T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T12:48:03.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage</title><content type='html'>Really, I think I shld stop this keyword discussions soon... getting tired of writing serious stuff all the time ahahaha... I need gossip soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya but anyway felt I really let down myself recently. Regarding lying, it really made me wonder, why was it so easy for me to speak the truth on my blog, yet had to act in real life? Maybe I just didn't have the courage to stand up for my own thoughts in reality (as opposed to the cyberworld)... Den again, it also takes quite a bit of effort to suppress yourself and try not to cause any grevious harm (physcial or war of words etc.) to anyone lolz. Haiz, realities of life where one always needs to package oneself in front of others (I feel so Machevellian) ... now I see the innocence in youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was more disappointed with how I handled myself yesterday. Most unfortunately, I got into ANOTHER ACCIDENT... Okay now escaping death's clutches and whatever, was juz a minor scratch on both cars... But towards the end of the day, I got calls from really annoyed parents of mine... I ended up feeling so sick of facing them and the ensuring word war that I actually contemplated staying over at JJ's house (again) juz to avoid them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to return home eventually, which was quite amazing of myself, and suprise suprise, no arguements whatsoever. Now I can only imagine how irresponsible my parents would think of me if I had decided to hide at my friend's place till they presumably cooled down. Even then, felt quite ashamed I actually even thought of such a childish maneouver... can't imagine wat JJ and the rest thought of me last nitez... Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway totally burnt out from all the playing during the past few days of holidays... Shall attempt to stone and collect dust for a day or two to recuperate... *reminds self to do things in moderation in the future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sidenote, hee my gd fren Lau Da has restarted his blogging, so the link to his blog is up again. (Den again, think I forgot to remove it when it was inactive...) And Fabian!!! What's happen to u? Wenay, how come his blog is gone? (BTW did u realise if u rearraged that nick, it also spells Wayne?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-109842048372876655?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/109842048372876655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=109842048372876655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109842048372876655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109842048372876655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2004/10/courage.html' title='Courage'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-109826487647814121</id><published>2004-10-20T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T17:34:36.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Another Serious Post</title><content type='html'>Lolz change channel from gossipy diary to CNN format liaoz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, been feeling a bit guilty sometimes for telling lies. It's not that I'm untruthful or like to hide things from others or juz plain evil (am I? Hehhehheh!). I do it more for the sake of convenience... But still no matter how small the lie is, I'm still sinning, as some of my frens would be inclined to say so... (Ack, plus last nitez drinking binge... haiz... I'm such a sinned person... Such an ass... Wait doesn't that make me an assasin?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz muz make an effort not to do so from now on I guess... Well no more saying "I got a stomach ache so I'm late" or "My mum wants me to sleep now" when I really mean "I was late coz played the comp" or "I'm tired and need to sleep liaoz...". Sometimes i really wonder y i juz can't tell the people the truth ya... (BTW JJ I really had stomach ache juz now so was late...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a post on one of my frens blog regarding juz how much a blogger can reveal on the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I take this blog to be an outlet for my feelings, a manner to express my thoughts and grieviances (as u'd haf noticed by now). And although I try my best not to reveal the identities of the people I write abt, those involved would implicitly know whom I am referring to. Also I do not attempt to censor, as much as possible, wat i write becoz i want this blog to truly reflect who I am and what I'm thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether for better or worse, all comments abt ppl, including those who are read my blog are my true opinions (READ opinions, coz it also means I'm looking from my perspective and becoz i dun haf all the facts i may be wrong.). And well I guess as long as I'm comfortable with this fact, I can air all the dirty laundry (to a certain extent) that I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again we come to the conclusion: &lt;strong&gt;as long as u are at peace wif whatever u do, that's fine&lt;/strong&gt; coz at the end of the day, &lt;u&gt;the only person who can judge u, is yourself.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-109826487647814121?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/109826487647814121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=109826487647814121' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109826487647814121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109826487647814121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2004/10/yet-another-serious-post.html' title='Yet Another Serious Post'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-109826395758400288</id><published>2004-10-20T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T17:19:17.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hedonistic Lifestyle...</title><content type='html'>This week, I'm experiencing the pleasures in life... to thefullest coz it's my holiday week!!! Whoopee!!! But well actually feeling a bit guilty for yesterday's event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I joined a troupe of med students to the Tiger Breweries (No they dun use any tiger parts in brewing the beer...), and suprise suprise, got drunk in the process... Ugh only drank like ard 6 glasses den got too high and subsequently (according to sober frens) pissed drunk (okay so i didn't juz drink tiger beer but some other stronger stuff haha). Sighz so shi1 tai4. Oh well but haf to admit was quite fun when i was rather disinhibited and watching other ppl equally or more disinhibited... Suspect the bartender(ess) muz haf been laffing their heads of at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting drunk was definitely &lt;strong&gt;NOT FUN &lt;/strong&gt;though. One, I shi1 tai4-ed... Two, got so drunk, I decided at the very precise moment, to stand in front of my puking fren... Ended up wif puke all over me.... sigh. Three, as i was in the toilet trying to clean up the mess, an equally high fren told me to take of my pants to wash it more thoroughly... which i did... Ultra shi1 tai4!!! Lucky no one else in the toilet (or so i think)... Four, I ended up not being able to go home (coz parents most likely would scold...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, really grateful for having a sober fren of mine who saved me from any further public embarressment (other then that which occured when he dragged me, in soaking wet pants from LT29 all the way to NUH taxi stand... &lt;strong&gt;GOD&lt;/strong&gt; ULTRA &lt;strong&gt;SHI1 TAI4!!!&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing i realised, really when i was drunk i could still see, hear, talk... But everything was like hazy... Plus the fact u'd keep denying ur drunk juz becoz u still haf ur five senses intact albeit moderately derranged... Also explains why drunk ppl deny they are drunk (juz like i did last nite, which i still think i wasn't ahaha). Now that I'm sober i can seriously say that is a really bad state to be in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayz enuff blogging, I need to sleep to recharge for clubbing later... Den tomolo got CG outing... I dunno if can survive liaoz... haiz... But hopefully will be as fun and crazy as my choir outing last weekend ahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-109826395758400288?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/109826395758400288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=109826395758400288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109826395758400288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109826395758400288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2004/10/hedonistic-lifestyle.html' title='A Hedonistic Lifestyle...'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-109810813563790900</id><published>2004-10-18T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T22:02:15.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I a Masochist?</title><content type='html'>Thought provoking title yeah? Haha, but it's not wat ur thinking. Today I am proud of myself for going to yet another gym session ahahahaha!!! And was a satisfying workout too mind you, feeling all the pains and aches as I (attempted to) pumped iron. Sighz juz hate the aftermath of it all, esp the following days where I'll most prob be ADL (for non-med inclined, activities of daily living) &lt;strong&gt;dependant&lt;/strong&gt; yet again. But well like this feeling coz it goes to show I put in some effort... Ain't that masochistic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the arena of relationship problems. Truth is a really wonderous thing, in that sometimes ppl juz choose to be ignorant or refuse to accept it, and yet are much better off that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that, for example, some women who discover that their husbands are cheating on them, may choose to ignore it as long as everything returns to normal? Some argue it is less disruptive to the immediate family members, especially children. But let's say a second example, some women would rather not be told by their husbands that they haf cheated on them. It's supposed to be more hurtful... but IMHO, it's juz inability to accept the truth. K suppose the scenario also varies greatly lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose truth hurts in various occasions, but remember, &lt;u&gt;to be able to tell the truth&lt;/u&gt; requires even greater courage and emotional trauma. So whether you choose to accept the truth, do spare a thought for the person revealing the truth. Yes, it may hurt, and quite often that person did something grevious to you. But after the initial shock and anger, do try to find within your magnanimous heart, the ability to forgive and understand that someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, think I sound pretty senile liaoz. But ya any comments on truths (or untruths), do leave a msg k? Ciaoz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-109810813563790900?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/109810813563790900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=109810813563790900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109810813563790900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109810813563790900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2004/10/am-i-masochist.html' title='Am I a Masochist?'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-109802040087892224</id><published>2004-10-17T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T21:40:00.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Incessant Rantings</title><content type='html'>My warmest thanks to all the people who left their thoughts on my earlier post, been quite insightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think the most thought provoking phrase muz be the word "kiddo". Lolz got a shock when i saw that, but den, HEY there are so much more things in life that require ur energy. (BTW, I'm not a kid, juz haf slow maturation... and mental , not in physical mind you hee!) Getting swallowed by such negative thoughts isn't doing justice to myself. Quite difficult for myself, being an only child and where frens are really the few pillars of support I have. Suppose I need to learn to let go of things pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well juz a comment, to all the passive ppl out there, really, sometimes do take some initiative. Being an active person everytime is really draining, and sometimes, U juz have to understand their frustations and the &lt;strong&gt;difficulty in being less mindful&lt;/strong&gt; of such situations. &lt;strong&gt;Do Not&lt;/strong&gt; wait till the wick is burnt before u add fuel... The lamp will never again be lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I too, should (REALLY) start moving along for myself (see earlier posts &lt;em&gt;I need prozac&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;to judge thyself&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway in response to the third comment, I do think as we enter this transition in our lives, invariably the harsh realities of life impact us in different ways. Some choose to remain steadfast in their beliefs (seen as stubborn by some), while others choose to be pragmatic (which to some is sorta betrayal?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's never a right or wrong path to choose, it's usually just a matter of perspective. What's most important is that we follow a road which is best suited to ourselves, one which we can at the end of the day, allow us to sleep in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you sleeping in peace today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-109802040087892224?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/109802040087892224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=109802040087892224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109802040087892224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109802040087892224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2004/10/more-incessant-rantings.html' title='More Incessant Rantings'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-109794739435721395</id><published>2004-10-17T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T01:23:14.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Serious Post</title><content type='html'>Kay need to QC posts today. Lately been kinda depressed abt the state of relationship wif frens... Den I chatted to one of my frens abroad, and found out her state was worse den mine. Sorta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, problem was, bcoz her gd fren and herself had started walking down different paths in life, there were times where she felt everyone had moved on and she was alone too... I tried justifying this as a necessity for her fren coz she had to socialise with her new colleagues too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den I noticed I had a similar problem too... well sorta hee. Haiz been feeling that some of my good frens are drifting away... realise dun really haf much in common to even tok abt properly. &lt;u&gt;Also I juz wanna ask u guys out there&lt;/u&gt; (i.e. pls leave comments ahaha), we all know most relationships haf a passive and active participant... What happens when the active partner gets burnt out and the passive player doesn't do anything? (or maybe can't sense it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fren put this perspective to me coz I had other grievienaces: There are varying degrees of frenship, and over time, one discovers juz how impt some are and how some mean more to u. In such instances, more energy shld be devoted to them as compared to others whom u might not feel so close wif .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my dilemma... If based on the 2nd arguement, I were to spend less time making contact wif this passive fren(s) of mine, wouldn't this bond weaken and even dissolve one day. One might say if in the first place u can get drained and actually think of juz spending less time on it, maybe in the first place, the bond wasn't as strong or wasn't meant to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this where I must move on instead of clinging to the past? Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-109794739435721395?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/109794739435721395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=109794739435721395' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109794739435721395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109794739435721395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2004/10/another-serious-post.html' title='Another Serious Post'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-109794500046354962</id><published>2004-10-17T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T00:43:20.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(Retail) Therapy</title><content type='html'>Today, my kite was flown... Was supposed to meet up wif my frens for lunch at PP, den proceed to Spinkiepinkie's place for a day of madness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I arrived at PP only to find out they were staying in college to watch our choir perform... which later progressed to one of them eating breakfast (at 4pm)... and further developed into lunch at VJ, leaving me stranded in PP without having lunch... Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz by the time they called to say they were going straight, I had started out on in-depth retail therapy, and was thoroughly enjoying it ahahaha... Sobz shall go back later today to pick up the remaining stuff I wanted to buy (need parental support ahahahaha)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW for those interested, U2 and G2000 having 20% off if u use ur NETS... OP also having clearance sale (at least at PP)... Hee bought T-shirts selling at $26 ea for $15 ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-109794500046354962?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/109794500046354962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=109794500046354962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109794500046354962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109794500046354962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2004/10/retail-therapy.html' title='(Retail) Therapy'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-109785430576609908</id><published>2004-10-15T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T23:31:45.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Side Note</title><content type='html'>Oh yar one more thing, can frens linking to this blog use the nick &lt;strong&gt;Prozac&lt;/strong&gt;? Sometimes might end up gossiping abt certain ppl we might know or might read this (such as the Gal wif Aa boobs... yar she's in medicine lol!)... Oso same reason y i refrain from using real names (even though everyone knows who i'm referring to ahahahahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear retribution lolz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-109785430576609908?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/109785430576609908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=109785430576609908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109785430576609908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109785430576609908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2004/10/side-note.html' title='Side Note'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-109785406663083249</id><published>2004-10-15T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T00:11:01.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy Day</title><content type='html'>Yay, posting is over, i.e. my holidays haf juz started whoopee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the wierd test today (coz the MCQs were juz huh? at least too me, coz Dua Ki next to me was like getting every single question correct...), everything went spiraling upwards, if there ever is such a term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd dinner was a fat enhancing session, wif me sitting next to gd pal tshakii and Tom. Haha everytime i sit wif JJ always end up over eating. We shared amongst the 2 of us, 1 seafood platter for 1, one fish and chips, 2 halfs of fish fillet from two of my other frens (we juz lurve gals hee!), one piece of swordfish collar and a grilled calamari side dish... How cool (and gastronomical is that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting things that happened 1), we spent the whole of our waiting time gossiping abt the visions of some guy. That poor gal on the receiving end ended up wif bad sore throat (no was not due to the guy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting things that happened 2), I managed to get the waitress to SABO the 3 birthday mouseketeers (Dua Ki, JJ and Tomas) to stand on their chairs and hold sparklers while we sang them birthday song. Birthday song was a bit lousy but juz the sight of the 3 of them acting dumb was a sight to behold (mental note to myself, never hold my own Bday celebration there any more, can feel the bad karma and retribution juz now ahahahahahaha!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway apologies to Tom for not really tokking wif ya even though was ur bday celebraion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar, and to make my day complete, JERRY ONG IS OUT OF SINGAPORE IDOL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that? (quote from the Aussie holiday bunch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-109785406663083249?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/109785406663083249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=109785406663083249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109785406663083249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109785406663083249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-day.html' title='A Happy Day'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-109774984085251284</id><published>2004-10-14T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T18:30:40.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A short dumb post...</title><content type='html'>Overhead from some bunch of frens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought her's were saggy?"&lt;br /&gt;"NO NO!!! They aren't saggy!!! They're juz ABDOMINAL!!!" (yes not a typo, it's abdominal as in abdomen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell are abdominal boobies??"&lt;br /&gt;"Means they dun start in the chest silly. Her boobs start in the abdomen lar!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ORHHHHHHH!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the (wise) words of another friend, the &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;nter&lt;strong&gt;c&lt;/strong&gt;ostal &lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;tatus (&lt;strong&gt;ICS&lt;/strong&gt;) is a As... oh wait that's A + sagging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final verdict, that girl has ICS Aa... Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-109774984085251284?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/109774984085251284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=109774984085251284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109774984085251284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109774984085251284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2004/10/short-dumb-post.html' title='A short dumb post...'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-109759672720402329</id><published>2004-10-12T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T23:58:47.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tao of Sharing</title><content type='html'>Didn't intend to write cheem stuff (in response to pinky hee), but yar something crappy happened to my frens and i recently which i think i shall document seriously (sorry readers, know this is meant to be easy reading, but hell...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say u are doing module A. Some of ur (so-called) frens had some past yr questions to them but yar, being nice frens they conveniently forgot to tell ya they had them... Until ur tutor mentions them to u and asks u to study them (mind u, having these past yr Q are supposed to be illegal)... and when all ur frens stare at him blankly, he looks back stunned and takes pity on u, so prints a copy of the questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND DEN&lt;/strong&gt; suddenly ur good ole fren there says oh yah, he got a copy of it from another fren but forgot abt it till then... How convenient...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay this happened to me, but since i'm a &lt;strong&gt;naive and sucker&lt;/strong&gt; for loyalty and frenship, i haf implicit trust in my fren that he &lt;strong&gt;truly forgot abt it and didn't mean to keep it from me and my other frens&lt;/strong&gt;. (no, truly NOT being sarcastic here. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario B, one of my frens asked this other fren (who has the questions) abt the TYS which he denies knowledge of... only to find out later that he was one of the 1st few to haf it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frens are such nice people to haf dounch ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-109759672720402329?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/109759672720402329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=109759672720402329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109759672720402329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109759672720402329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2004/10/tao-of-sharing.html' title='The Tao of Sharing'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-109748320466945627</id><published>2004-10-11T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T16:35:31.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orthopaedics, the Bane of My Life</title><content type='html'>Sighz, yet another boring day in Anaesthesia. Gawd why do i always tio the dumb ortho theatre man. Some more day surg.... Ultra suay man. Den tomolo exciting theatre (GS), but suay suay i hafta go down to KKWCH for paeds anaes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cases today only. One: tendon release, i.e. no anaesthetist (for the linguistically challenged, the &lt;strong&gt;correct&lt;/strong&gt; way to pronounce this is to say &lt;strong&gt;Anus &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; Testis&lt;/strong&gt; really fast... i.e. &lt;strong&gt;anustestis&lt;/strong&gt;. There ya go!!!) req to do LA... which in any case also not worth my time observing. Case 2: 3 hour op which thank god, at least gave me my &lt;strong&gt;FIRST&lt;/strong&gt; chance at intubation, which unfortunately wasn't successful. Stoopid tube refused to pass thru the cords...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to finish 4 more tubes (personally i want to do at least 3 succesful ones lar) in only Wednesday and Thurs when one day is ARGH &lt;strong&gt;ORTHO&lt;/strong&gt; theatre, and the other day is ARGH&lt;strong&gt; Day Surg&lt;/strong&gt; again???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-109748320466945627?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/109748320466945627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=109748320466945627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109748320466945627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109748320466945627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2004/10/orthopaedics-bane-of-my-life.html' title='Orthopaedics, the Bane of My Life'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-109742347905372343</id><published>2004-10-10T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T23:51:19.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Judge Thyself</title><content type='html'>So honoured to haf ppl responding hee! Thanks to both ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But having said all that, living here in Singapore which practices the *$&amp;#@ meritocracy, everything u do is judged and compared to some impractical benchmark set unrealistically higher than what is pragmatically needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least things are changing a tad, wat wif all the inane changes to the school ranking systems etc etc... A move away from all the scholarstic workouts to (sweat) real gymnastics and what ECA (sorry CCA, i live in the last century) not have u. But inherent to these school sorting etc, lies the fact we are still being judged and classed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more important, unfortunately i realised, is that &lt;strong&gt;I too&lt;/strong&gt; am judging others... Therefore in a sense, I am concerned about how others judge me too... Does this mean once i stop judging (ugh muz find a synonym for this word) others, I'll actually free myself from measuring my own achievements with theirs? (coz lai dat nothing to compare wif rite? ahahaha... oops sorry for the lapse in quality of language...duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh brain can't take more of this rhetoric... shall sleep 1st and continue this another day. Once again sorry for the long posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-109742347905372343?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/109742347905372343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=109742347905372343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109742347905372343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109742347905372343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2004/10/to-judge-thyself.html' title='To Judge Thyself'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-109741350858444397</id><published>2004-10-10T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T21:05:08.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in a Shadow</title><content type='html'>Living in the shadow / Of someone else's dream&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find a hand to hold but every touch felt cold to me&lt;br /&gt;Living in a nightmare / A never-ending sleep&lt;br /&gt;But now that I am wide awake / My chains are finally free&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel sorry for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was living in the shadow / Of someone else's dream&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find a hand to hold but every touch felt cold to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm living in a new day / I'm living it for me&lt;br /&gt;And now that I am wide awake / Then I can finally be&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel sorry for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in the shadow&lt;br /&gt;Living in a new day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Adapted from Ashlee Simpson's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shadow&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-109741350858444397?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/109741350858444397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=109741350858444397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109741350858444397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109741350858444397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2004/10/living-in-shadow.html' title='Living in a Shadow'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-109733123080081795</id><published>2004-10-09T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T22:38:11.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need Prozac!!!</title><content type='html'>Ugh juz had a conversation wif a fren of mine that made me ultra pek-chek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever felt u were being used, taken for granted as a commodity of little value by others? Have u ever felt unless u were of use to others, that u were a worthless and sorry excuse for a person? What if these people were the ones whom u called "friends", people whom u'd sacrifice everything (well, almost everything) for and whom u gave ur utmost trust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my fren and i were making comparisons of situations we both had been in and feeling really annoyed. Den i realised, that both of us, or rather I myself, lived my life thinking of others. (or something along that line.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we judge ourselves based on what others have achieved? Why do we seek the dreams of others, of those that have already been realised? Am I therefore, an empty shell eeking out an existence, seeking the approval of others? Is my life so unworthy that I need to pine for greener pastures - the lives of others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing's for certain: I'm thinking, therefore I am&lt;br /&gt;Now, to live my life for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Are u too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-109733123080081795?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/109733123080081795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=109733123080081795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109733123080081795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109733123080081795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-need-prozac.html' title='I Need Prozac!!!'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-109731754719980869</id><published>2004-10-09T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T18:25:47.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abt Life</title><content type='html'>I've been ploughing my way through the text (no it's not boring, it's juz my IQ has been blunted from playing online games for the past 3 hours...). What I'm writing is crap, what Wayne's writing is philo man! Woe to whomever engages in verbal sparing wif him. BTW is this like part of essay writings in Law? (Someone pls leave a comment on this thx!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think (or so i hope), therefore i am.&lt;br /&gt;Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-109731754719980869?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/109731754719980869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=109731754719980869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109731754719980869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109731754719980869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2004/10/abt-life.html' title='Abt Life'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-109731707301584509</id><published>2004-10-09T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T18:35:29.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much Ado About Nothing</title><content type='html'>The title says it all, I'm writing something about nothing, how bored can one get. Bad start to the day, coz I woke up rather late, but still in time for gym session. Den felt a bit sianz so decided to fly my fren's kite (Sorry Dua Ki hee!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Edit:&lt;br /&gt;Decided, as my fren has wisely commented, that I (prozac) am meant to be an anti-depressant, NOT a sedative. Hence shan't bore u wif nitty gritty details of my boring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW juz wanna clarify to those who suspect my blog title has to do wif Wayne's entry... I didn't say his blog was crap (since Gzai mentioned it). I juz felt, well, it was a great new hypnotic drug for clinical use in the future hee... good sedative sia! No lar, if u can be bothered to read it (which u really shld, but i can't) it's quite philo (quoting Gzai). So in the meanwhile, i'll try to... to (*yawn)... to read the rather... long post.... (*yawn) at hiszzzzzzzzzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-109731707301584509?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/109731707301584509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=109731707301584509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109731707301584509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109731707301584509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2004/10/much-ado-about-nothing.html' title='Much Ado About Nothing'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-109724923370372455</id><published>2004-10-08T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T23:27:13.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Christians Cause Deafness</title><content type='html'>Sorry for offending Christians out there... but GAWD!!! Why are they supporting someone who's killing my ears!!! For the upteenth time, the Guy-Who-Sings (or whatever sorry excuse that's suppose to be)-With-A-Constipated-Face is voted IN! Can u seriosly believe that??? Bet some CH ppl have started helping him out ugh... (Sorry Sau Yee, no offense here hee...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd!!! Someone pls gif him an enema or PEG him to death! (Alternatively I could get my fren Dua Ki, who's favourite activity includes PR-ing patients.) Anyway,  juz did a quick check on the net, seems that dozens of other bloggers and more agree wif me. (yar, juz type &lt;em&gt;Jerry Ong&lt;/em&gt; and search in google... man he really stinks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sighz, I'm not much better than him yar... I'm AT HOME on a Friday nite! How loserly is that? Hiazz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-109724923370372455?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/109724923370372455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=109724923370372455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109724923370372455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109724923370372455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2004/10/why-christians-cause-deafness.html' title='Why Christians Cause Deafness'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623877.post-109721681160789734</id><published>2004-10-08T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T23:35:21.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel the Inertia</title><content type='html'>Ugh... Finally decided to restart a blog again, esp since tons of ppl are (re)starting theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been quite a slack day again. Ops ended early the third day in the row, hence me actually starting this. Played SP for the past two days. And unfortunately yet again, kenna Ortho theatre... ultra-boring coz SIGH no intubations required. Well LMAs are okay, but are not really that exhilarting to insert. This plus the added fact, as many frens know by now, I caused bleeding when I inserted one the other day. (Thank god that guy didn't complain of anything post-op) Yar but anti-climax part: i juz cut the lip. Can't wait to try out an intubation, hopefully next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway was quite pissed off in the morning coz felt really pek chek watching TV yesterday. GAWD, OMAROSA IS A BITCH!!! (For the uninformed, she's this pig from the hit reality series "the Apprentice") Ugh! For those who want recaps, u can find it and others at &lt;a href="http://www.televisionwithoutpity.com"&gt;www.televisionwithoutpity.com&lt;/a&gt;. This together wif the excruciating pain i felt hearing JERRY ONG (a loser on Singapore Idol) juz spoiled my mood for studies, hence the SP therapy last nite. Lolz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muz haf affected my skills today, coz out of three canulations, i only managed one perfect one. The second one required topo-ing x4 and the last went in nicely, only to bend later when we tried to flush saline (which caused a bit of problems coz my MO had to reset it, and they were juz abt to start the Bier's block...). Anyway shall juz slack again today. Enjoy the two weeks while my frens be onz during this ultra-relax posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8623877-109721681160789734?l=injections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/feeds/109721681160789734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8623877&amp;postID=109721681160789734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109721681160789734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8623877/posts/default/109721681160789734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://injections.blogspot.com/2004/10/feel-inertia.html' title='Feel the Inertia'/><author><name>Prozac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
