my pretty boys. xx

Today is bishounen day, because I feel like it.

Takeshi Kaneshiro; actor, model.

Gackt Camui; vocalist/musician, actor.

Ben Barnes; actor.

DO I SEE A TREND IN THE MEN I LIKE?

mmmmmmaybe. xx

(I’d marry any one of them anyday.)

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On another note, HAPPY MERDEKA to my fellow Malaysians! :) Independance dayyyyy.

Treasure hunters

Did our whole treasure hunt station today… Which was a tad haphazard because the initial game didn’t work out… and it STILL didn’t work out the way we wanted it to, haha. But that’s okay–I got to do what I enjoyed: BE THE NICE STATION MASTER *ahemahem*. :)))))

We got them to shave shaving cream off of balloons with eyebrow razors, hoping the balloons would pop (none of them did). If they couldn’t shave it clean enough, the first penalty would be that one of their group members gets the “joker face” drawn on him. The next penalty was that the hairiest guy would get his leg hair shaved–one strip of it.

Some of the groups came smelling like fishwater… :( Poor things!

I was nerdy and asked them first aid questions before giving them the appropriate clue and relic, if applicable. La la la~

Jo gave marks, and then made the last group (group 1) sing. Well, at least 1 guy sang. William, I believe.

Right. We finished up around 8-ish while they all left to hunt for the treasure. We spent over RM50 for our icebreakers and treasure hunt combined! So we each had to fork out about RM9 for the stuff we bought.

All in all, I hope they enjoyed some measure of the treasure hunt… Even though they had to go through so much crap at the other stations.

I really need to seriously study.

Soaked and Aching

So, the ME2/08 orientation has begun! The juniors came in on Monday, the 25th of August. The group planning sessions were on Tuesday, and the wet icebreakers were today. Jon, Wei Phin, Jo Ann, Benedict, Eunice, Joey, and myself ran station 4. On a scale of 10, the fun was maybe about 6 or 7. I mean, the game went well, and we had a winner each time, etc… But there weren’t any “highlight” moments, if you know what I mean. There was plenty of water, though. And fragmented serviettes, EWW.

Dry icebreakers were pretty fun to watch–at least the beginning that I stayed for. Hope the juniors enjoyed the evening!

Jo, Jon & I were supposed to go to Euphoria later for Vinod’s birthday thing, but we came out of the icebreakers feeling tired, hungry… and not up for it. Bleeeaaah. I now face my AIR topic. Thankfully, it’s not that hard–the information we have to condense is already quite condensed.

OH, and I taught the first first aid class today… It was a little nerve-wracking having to talk to about 20 people alone, and I don’t think I did a very good job, especially when it came to the wound-bandaging demo. x__x; At least Esther will be around tomorrow! A quick review of the previous day would suffice and work well to kick off the session.

Treasure hunt is Friday evening… And that session’s gonna be pretty messy. Brrr.

As for foundation 2, I only have one thing to say: SUCK.

:( I only have ONE favourite lecturer at present. ONE. And he isn’t even a science-y lecturer.

Nothing’s gone into my head. I feel like no matter how much I read/study/slave over my books, I don’t know anything of substance. It leaks out of my head. I really, really miss foundation 1. /hugs Netter’s

My studying plan is semi-successful… Jia you!

JON AND JO ANN. I’M GONNA GET THAT ONE WEEK OF FREE DINNER K. :DDD (Jon, you know why.)

Awesomeee. All out of rant. Back to dermatophytes now.

Dangerous fall

I had a dream when I took a nap today.

It might have something to do with the fact that I have been watching Japanese love stories and reading romance manga, but here goes.

SO, there was a guy in my dream (who looked like a mix between Ben Barnes and Michael) who was courting me in the most gentlemanly manner, but I knew that his heart wasn’t true–all he wanted to do was make me fall in love with him, and when I did, he would leave me in the most horrible way possible–die and let me listen to him dying. For what, I don’t know. But he wanted to hurt me and disillusion me from the whole notion of romance and falling in love–and I knew this.

………

IT WAS SCARY, K.

The problem is that I did fall in love with this unknown man, and I was “happy” even though I knew he was going to do a horrible thing to me. When I finally yielded to his attentions, we went out for a romantic dinner…. and did the whole rich, perfect couple thing. He was intimidating, but dangerously good-looking. And I was hopelessly attracted to him. I hung on to every word he said and did everything he asked me to. However, whenever he held me in his arms, I couldn’t help but notice that he didn’t have a scent, a perfume. You know how guys usually smell really good or not so good? This man didn’t have a scent at all, and I found it strange even in my dream.

He finally sent me home with bouquets of red, red roses, and proceeded with the rest of his plan. He said goodbye, tenderly kissed me, and left. Jo was my roommate in the dream. My dream ended when he had just called me and begun talking to me about how he was going to die.

…….TOTALLY not a lazy Sunday afternoon nap-dream. I woke up feeling disorientated and scared. Cold inside. It doesn’t make sense when I try to piece the dream together now, but it felt so real when I was in it. Parts of the dream are still very vivid in my memory.

Falling in love with dangerous, attractive men. Mmmm.

Late afterthoughts

“Immature” is a harsh word. I take it back.

Different people think differently.

You know who you are–I’m sorry! I didn’t mean anyone specifically, okay?

I’ve always felt this way about orientations I’ve gone through. Please don’t take it personally, because I don’t mean to offend. It’s my opinion, my stand–and to pretend otherwise wouldn’t be true to who I am.

Disappointed with Medical Uni.

Beware the ranty post.

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So, there are a couple of different aspects of medical uni life that have been on my mind for a while–and they’re not happy thoughts.

One of these aspects is the quality of education that I am receiving. Some would say that it is unfair for me to compare the professors I encountered during my time in Canada with the professors I encounter in my medical course back here in Malaysia, but seeing that the medical course is supposed to be preparing me to enter an ancient, revered profession, I see no reason as to why the teaching standards should be below par.

While doing the first-year of my bachelor’s in Canada, I met and attended class with lecturers and professors that were, simply put, inspiring. They loved what they did, and infused their passion into what they taught, driving the class along with that honesty and zeal with which they imparted their knowledge. They encouraged. They were prepared. They were knowledgeable and showed it. They treated us like adults, capable of understanding and capturing the purpose behind all that they said and did. In turn, I loved what I did. I couldn’t wait to attend classes, lab sessions, discussion groups… everything. I felt like I could stay in university for the rest of my life, learning and learning and learning. It was great!

I’m a person who can take a lot of crap. Bad movies, bad songs, bad plays, bad singing even… Heck, I’ll sit through it and give the involved party the benefit of the doubt until they’re done. But I’ve discovered that bad lecturers hit the limit on how much I can take. I’m not interested in sitting in a lecture hall if all you’re going to do is stumble through your badly-prepared (or well-prepared) powerpoint notes, punctuating your speech with “uhhhs” and “errrs” while simply reading off the slides. Neither am I interested in being there if you do not motivate me or offer something beneficial and worth my time–I can achieve much more spending that hour in the library, studying on my own.

I pay to be guided and instructed in what I must know, understand, and do so that I may best serve the sick and ill in the future. I DON’T pay for inefficient lecturing, late “advance copies” of lecture notes, vague/confusing “problem-based” learning sessions, and bad jokes. Neither do I pay to be treated like a child, as if I am not a functioning adult who can plan her own time and run her own life. I am frustrated with the general apathy and lack of professionalism which certain lecturers seem to display towards the task of educating a batch of medical hopefuls.

Another aspect?

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Crying Out Love, in the Center of the World

Just watched the J-movie Crying Out Love, in the Center of the World, starring Takao Osawa, Kou Shibasaki, Masami Nagasawa, Mirai Moriyama, Tsutomo Yamazaki, and Kondo Yoshisawa. Love stories like this put me in an oddly sentimental mood for a while. This one is a touching and realistically grounded story of an innocent, teenage love that finds its resolution in a future different from the one it had originally planned. The gentleness with which the story was delivered was very appropriate. Though slow-moving at times, the characters’ deliberation with their every move kept me waiting patiently for the story to progress.

The tragic tale comes full circle with the conclusion of the movie–Sakutaro, the male lead, finally gets over the passing of his hatsukoi (“first love”), Aki Hirose, and spreads her ashes to the winds of Australia, over Uluru, a sacred place she named in photos.

It wasn’t painfully romantic–it was just right. The cast delivered the right measure of emotion for each scene, each maturation, and each twist. The younger Sakutaro was a delight to watch; his schoolboy awkwardness around the elegant, witty Aki often made me break into a smile.

Made me wish just a little that I was back in middle school–back amongst the furtive passing of confession notes under the table, and the giggling of female classmates as they realized who liked whom (and proceeded to loudly declare it to the rest of the class).

I’ll be looking for more Japanese romance movies; they have a gravity English movies don’t seem to match up to–at least for me. :) Do I recommend this movie to you? Yes, if you are a hopelessly sentimental romantic like yours truly. Drop me a comment and I’ll pass you the movie (playable on your computer only).

Bliss

I had tremendous amounts of fun. :) Thanks everyone!

Pictures on my facebook account. Birthday dinner pix not uploaded because I look fugly in them. :P

LOVE YOU ALL.

Now it’s time to study CPR and microbiology and immunology and pathology.

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With regards to singing and medical studies…

And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.

– Colossians 3:17

[ h a t a c h i ] : the perfect score

hatachi: The majority age in Japan

Perfect: Being complete of its kind and without defect or blemish

Score: A set of twenty

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I’m twenty! <3 Thank you to absolutely EVERYBODY who wished me a happy birthday. It’s been wonderful, and you are all truly blessings into my life. 

I haven’t had much sleep, and neither have two dear friends, hehe. <3 But I’m having a LOT of fun, and I have to thank them for it. I haven’t stopped smiling since Peel the Squoctopus popped into my life last night, hehehe. 

Went to Euphoria last night, and LOVED it. Smoke-free, great music, and hearing the deejay say “Happy birthday Jade” was priceless (thanks Zaeem and Jon). Dancing on the platform (for a while with Yaw Shing and Zaeem), and being with friends ushering in another year of my life. Unforgettable. xoxo

Tonight, it’s a dinner with the ones I love. Then family timee!!! And the prayers and blessings.

Dear God, THANK YOU so much for all the people you’ve placed in my life. I love them all, and I wouldn’t be who I am today without them there.

Wishlist : hatachi desu. <3

:))))) To lend assistance to all you poor souls out there scratching your heads as to what to get me for my BIRTHDAY, here is a wishlist!

Yes, I’m serious. Instead of having people ask me “What do you want for your birthday?” and me usually replying “Nothing, really. It’s okaaaaay. :)”, you can refer to this list. There’s no risk of your gift being something I won’t use, then.

• Netter’s Atlas of Human Anatomy (yes, really. MEDICAL TEXTBOOKS!!)
• Kumar, Cotran & Robbins’ Basic Pathology (Mama patho)
• imprint BCI-21/24 black ink printer cartridges (for Canon Pixma iP1500)
• The Body Shop’s SATSUMA body products range
• Doodolls mini-Cupido plushie
• Vivienne Westwood silver orb locket / pendant
• Perlini’s Silver Expressive Hearts bracelet
• bling-y silver charms
• Live by J.Lo eau de parfum
• fruity or flowery aromatherapy bath products
• white or black iPod nano music player (or any 2gb+ mp3 player)
• Gackt “Diabolos” album
• Nintendo Wii
• non-musky incense sticks (I have burners, thanks)
• bunny / mushroom / squid / octopus / dustbunny plushies

Have fun shopping, if you found this list helpful. <3

Updated 03/08/08