this odd thing keeps happening to me where i dream that i still have some form of assessment and I start stressing out about having too much fun and not doing my work....

in my dream last night, I still had not finished my micro assignment yet and it was apparently due tomorrow and then i started freaking out in my dream because of my going out to parties in the last few days... i woke up panicked and it took about a few seconds to realise i have nothing due... the same thing happened last semester where i dreamt I still had one more exam left... apparently my psyche doesn't seem to like freedom and enjoys the stress that comes with uni?

today marked the second day of the downpour of birthdays that are about to rain down upon me... in the next week alone I have six. which leaves me one day to recuperate... I guess everyone wants to celebrate their 21st, which is a good thing as our next milestone IS 30. by that time, our BIGGEST celebration ie. the big white day with the big white dress will have already come and gone by for most of us!! =O just to put things in perspective...

Happy 21st birthday Colleen, Kim, Minhza and Vi. x

note to self. caffeine is a diuretic...

epic fail.

because i didnt want to waste any study time BUT had to take a shower, i decided to hunt down some blu-tack to stick down notes against the shower door which happens to be see through...
ultimately, this was a fail on three levels because i did not anticipate but soon realised:
A. i cant read properly without my glasses... which i don't wear whilst showering... and squinting was not an option soooo,
B. i decided to stand closer to the notes, but then was standing outside the optimal range of shower spray... too cold soooo,
C. turned up the heat of the water and as a result, the glass was soon all foggy... way to foggy to see anything much less read...

fail times three.

but at least i smell nice and fresh now?

my fingers are currently bearing the brunt of my seemingly intensive major cram sessions. hang in there middle finger, the pen needs to lean on you just a little longer...

fishies

i have never been up before 8 on a saturday before but here i am typing away at 7.55. mum got up to feed all our fishes this morning and they were all dead... not just one but all five... they definitely were well alive and swimming around yesterday...
my parents are not the biggest fans of pets so when they offered to buy me some goldfishes after getting into macrob, i was overjoyed... i handpicked the 4 myself and over the years watched them grow... considering 3 fishies died, at least one of the current five was from all the way back then... and i know it's nothing compared to the attachment you feel to say, a dog or a cat but they were still pets nonetheless... it's probably ridiculous but I remember crying when the first one died... it was a googly eyed fish and got picked on by all the other fish... i couldn't bring myself to look at its body so let mum handled it...
it means nothing now but John and i were about to buy my parents a new fish tank this Christmas... a few years back my sister and brother were playing in the lounge when they hit the clock and it fell onto the fish tank, cracking it... my dad patched it up with silicon... so after 5 years or so, it was definitely time to upgrade... the what-if's have surfaced and i find myself pondering what if i bought that fish tank sooner? what if we were able to realise what had happened sooner? i find regret slowly washing over for buying them in the first place... partially for selfish reasons being my incompetency of dealing with death, even with something as small as goldfishes... but also because they may have been better off...
there's a reason my parents are against getting pets and i think they were right. I should have listened. but along with everything else i've rambled on about, it's too late...

does not like trains...

alas, i have come to realize the sydenham line is an odd place to be... today i had the misfortune of picking a seat opposite to a lady who would NOT sit with her legs closed... in fact take the opposite of that... i dont even think guys sit like that! =.= and all the while i had to make sure i didn't randomly zone out like i normally do and then be 'caught' looking when actually i wouldn't be looking! so instead i had to pretend i was sleeeping the whole train ride home just to avoid any mishaps ie. keep my eyes closed... good idea considering she was still there on the train when i got off the train and still non-lady like... ergs... =.=

am feeling wide awake... and kinda ok ish... almost parallels that of the calm before the storm...

exams, why do you haunt me so?

it appears even in my sleep i cannot escape the wrath of exams... hot weather + CONSTANT studying all day made me sleepy... took a little nap, dreamt of something along the lines of failing exams, literally sat up straight away and am now wide awake... seems to have done the trick though because this is the first time i've taken a nap that did not exceed half an hour... back to studying i go...

to the lady who shoved her ass into me on the train, as if it wasn't bad enough the first time around, you had to go and do it again as you were getting off. considering the fact i was sitting down as well...

for someone who supposedly finish her report last night (morning) it sure didnt seem that way considering i just made a mad dash around uni looking for printing before dashing off to hand it in JUST before the deadline... last minute changes and referencing sure took longer than what i pictured in my mind... having said that, it is done. cant figure out what i should do now...
inny minny mi-ny eep, should i study or should i sleep?

sleep deprived ramblings

it is almost 3 in the morning... i have finally just finished my report worth 50% of a subject... all i can think about is the quote 'nothing good happens after 2 am, when it's 2 am, go to sleep' but luckily for me i switched my phone on silent tonight.
my exams are now fast approaching but i still cant seem to get myself to that 100% concentration i need... my motivation is lacking... i keep telling myself IF i want to get into honours, must do well... IF (and this one really is the big IF) i want to try for medicine, must do well... but still i struggle to focus... motivation, where for art thou?

in light of yesterdays stress/rage, i forgot to blog about friday's events.

HAPPY 21ST SURPRISE TO MINHHHHHH =)
(sorry you will always be minh to me... BUT i did almost type tash once or twice recently)
It was a gorgeous sunny day (like you minh, sunny and happy! lol) where the biomed gang gathered to surprise minh (btw. big thanks to christine for the organizing! it was top notch!) and indeed she was super duper surprised! i hope we didnt give you a fright though?? O.o But just to quickly go through the perks of the picnic:

1. Khammy climbed up a tree that was at least 2 metres from the ground...
2. rubiks cube challenge: all hail the supreme 'rubikscuber' Ms Vivian Liang
3. violent hugging from minh...
4. extremely decadent but very yummy at first birthday cupcake...
5. the delicious picnic food, loved the tiny sandwiches and potato salad (kudos to christine, mama christine and lucy)
6. being able to hang out with everyone during exam period...

Again, hope you had a very very happy early birthday minhh! <3

and now on to the second highlight of the day... presenting the legendary Ms BRITNEY SPEARS

I must say I went into this concert expecting nothing, maybe even disappointment but came out pleasantly surprised... she was absolutely amazing! the whole show was amazing! the dancing, the stage, lights, circus acts... LOVED LOVE IT! AND she even sang ONE song! the ballad 'everytime', but it was very well done! (to all you other complainers; i dont get how you would NOT know that she lipsyncs for her songs, sheesh!?) but it didnt matter! spectacular... i have been wowed by britney once again...

Anyway i have a date now with microbiology. joy.

yet another vent

it absolutely astounds me how thick-minded some people are... i have come to notice that quite frequently when tutoring some of my students, parents/ family friends will stand around harping about god knows what. and when i say harping, i mean talking very very loud as ALL asians do. =.= honestly, i find it rude and it absolutely affects the concentration of not only me but also the student. and IF i did say something along the lines of 'please shut up' im sure i'd come across as the rude one. so instead i just sit there silently seething and sending telepathic shut-ups. bloody oath.

relationships are one pleasure and a thousand sufferings. or so it seems that way during the downward spirals. I keep waiting for the upwards to come but it never seems to. I keep holding my breath waiting for it yet it amounts to nothing.

maybe it is just me. but my mind keeps pondering and i cant seem to find the wrong in what i think and say.. or are we just stubborn people who hold steadfastly onto our own perceptions. they say there's two sides to every story yet we only see one.

i feel so stuck. so stupid. i see myself as a naive school girl who knows absolutely nothing about that l word. The notion of even believing i did for one second is ridiculous. i only wish I saw that earlier.

please dont comment. i just needed to clear my mind before i hit the books again... studying should keep my mind occupied.. just keep studying...

the sunset currently fills the whole room. but at this point I really don't see the light.

ragee rageeee... stupid quiz. blast it. multiple choice. 12 questions. 11 of which the correct answer was A. lazy much?

the product of a good two hours worth of studying

make that four hours as it took the minds of both khammy and maggie to put this together... im telling myself it's worth it as I was supposed to have done 2 lectures in this time according to my schedule...

low and behold, get ready for a good dose of pokemon



togepi aka togeminh



grimer aka slimon



slowpoke aka slowpetrus

and when in the vicinity of one another, these 3 amalgamate to form: DUGTRIO



dugtrio aka minh, simon and petrus




chansey aka christine



pikachu aka pikhamchu



venosaur aka venpatosaur




persian aka jeff



primeape aka primelan



viximon aka viviamon



viviamon version 2.0 aka veevee




hitmonlee aka hailee lee



goldeen aka colleen



nidoking aka nidokim



psyduck aka psyjoon



-throws pokeball- " i choose you thomasthetankenginamon!" - haha lets pretend its a pokemon...

you know you're stressed when you have...

... multiple pimples.

pimple number three: please go away =/

good riddance to pimples number one and two. you won't be missed.

Time and time again I continue to stare in awe and admiration at the things I see every time I find myself in a hospital.
Just a few observations from today:
- I saw a number of kids who were in wheelchairs, kids with their arms in slings and others with eye patches over one eye, but you’d never know it if it weren’t for these tell tale signs. Their laughter and their smiles light up their whole faces.
- I saw a woman well into her 60s at least, fully decked out in scrubs…
- two sweet elderly women devoting their time to raise funds for the sick children
- Devoted parents who stick by their kids with words of encouragement and braving smiles on their faces whilst trying to reassure/calm their kids.

kudos to all of you!

a little note to idiot number one and idiot number two

This is a story (or rather a rant) about something that has occurred countless number of times before. Ever heard of the old adage: you learn from your mistakes? Apparently I don't. After months of silence, he strikes again unexpectedly...

Idiot number one: stop calling me at 4am in the morning (give or take 1 or 2 hours in other versions of this story.. the record stands at 5:40am ish)
On an additional note, I do not understand the way your mind works... why would you call someone at 4am just to tell them that you're gonna call them back in half an hour's time at 4.30am?!?!!?

Idiot number two: stop picking up...

shame...

I have to say I feel like a noob… there was a massive moth in the classroom today… and im ashamed to say none of the GIRLS were screaming… nor were the boys but that wasn’t a surprise… =.= so I armed them with newspapers to shoo it out of the classroom. Perhaps I should hire them as my moth body guards… oh great now they’re making fun of me… they’re throwing their rubbers (with yes on one side and no on the other side) asking questions ‘is maggie scared of butterflies?, is maggie scared of spiders…’ and despite most of the yeses being correct, I shall deny it. What are the chances of a butterfly or spider appearing in the classroom anyway?