<?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-3737519</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:33:36.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YP's Rantings</title><subtitle type='html'>"If you are going through hell, keep going"&lt;br&gt;
- Winston Churchill &lt;br&gt;
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>YeePei</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>299</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109418383458486169</id><published>2004-09-03T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T15:54:19.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Moved&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YP's Rantings has moved to its home at &lt;a href="http://www.yeepei.com"&gt;http://www.yeepei.com&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-109418383458486169?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109418383458486169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109418383458486169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109418383458486169' title='Moved'/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109402061354564341</id><published>2004-09-01T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T14:36:53.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bidding Farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Bidding Farewell&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my last post from the CAMMR lab, better known as the VMU lab or, among my batchmates, the fish tank. No more canggih workstation, no more "my own computer" in school, no more privileged guinea pig status. I'm really going to miss this. *sobz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, darling lab...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Respi was bad, to me at least. Nothing I expected appeared, so ya. sigh. I'm going to fail... die die die die die die die die&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-109402061354564341?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109402061354564341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109402061354564341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109402061354564341' title='Bidding Farewell'/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109395300432149215</id><published>2004-08-31T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T19:50:04.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love &amp; Fractured Ribs</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Love &amp; Fractured Ribs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;While studying for Respi this afternoon, we found this little piece of literary work at the end of the M1/99 past year Respi MCQs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let love slip through your hands is like having fractured ribs,&lt;br /&gt;It hurts with every breath you take.&lt;br /&gt;Damage done may not be visible, &lt;br /&gt;But an unrecognised hemothorax can kill within minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Treasure your loved one like your ribs.&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/3737519-109395300432149215?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109395300432149215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109395300432149215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109395300432149215' title='Love &amp; Fractured Ribs'/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109386537822419596</id><published>2004-08-30T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T19:33:44.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Never Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;You Never Know... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;who reads your blog&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If finding strange people reading your blog is freaky, then finding out that your lecturer reads your blog, and then telling you that he reads it may well top the list of freaky-things-that-can-happen-to-bloggers. Of course, Sheena feels that AAD people reading your blog and passing a message via its tagboard is more strange but each of us are entitled to our own views. Ok, ok, fine.. fine.. We know all along that because our blogs are online, everyone has access to it and definitly shouldn't be whining about this. I'm not whining ya, I'm just expressing my extreme surprise at this little bit of news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Waves* Hello, to whoever has been reading YP's Rantings, especially those who I know in person, yet do not know have been doing so. (Am I making sense?) Leave a comment lah, next time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, YP's Rantings is moving at last. To a place I have always wanted it to be, moving day is 3rd September 2004... Some know the significance of the date, some don't. It doesn't matter. What is so special about 3rd September 2004 is... *drum roll*... YP's Rantings will no longer be on blogspot. Yay!!! *excited*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-109386537822419596?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109386537822419596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109386537822419596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109386537822419596' title='You Never Know'/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109374995340098356</id><published>2004-08-29T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T19:39:02.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Sad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;It's Sad...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to be close, now we're not. We used to care, now we don't. We used to share, now we don't. We used to have fun, now we don't. We used to talk, now... it's awkward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither of us changed. Wonder what happened. Maybe I have always been making assumptions and we were never close. Maybe I was living in my own little world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not upset about what happened because I feel that I lost out, I'm upset because it does show about the friendship or the lack of it. Don't think it's the new relationships popping up, think it's the people. Are we still friends? Maybe we were never friends to begin with. I really shouldn't make assumptions about friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lesson Learnt-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To risk sounding absolutely perasan or bhb (depending on your familarity with various languages used), I want no SMSes or emails or phonecalls asking me about this post. Thank you. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update (310804)&lt;br /&gt;Talking to her really helped. She helped me see things from a different perspective. Thanks gal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-109374995340098356?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109374995340098356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109374995340098356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109374995340098356' title='It&apos;s Sad...'/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109349391360137928</id><published>2004-08-26T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T18:23:50.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Activity</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Lack of Activity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everytime I post something like this, I end up doing the opposite.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Respi in-course assessment, orientation and other stuff just around the corner, I don't think I'll be posting as often as before. Well, if you notice, postings since Sem 3 started have slowed down quite a bit. YP's Rantings is also moving to a new home, but you'll be updated on that later. Most people around me already know about the plan, but well, wait lah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-109349391360137928?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109349391360137928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109349391360137928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109349391360137928' title='Lack of Activity'/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109341737764101879</id><published>2004-08-25T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T15:02:57.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Workstation</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My Workstation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of my workstation in the fishtank. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/yeepei/VMU/VMU10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken just before I left last night, at around 10.00pm. The pile of stuff on the bottom left, that's the pile of notes and stuff I was bringing back. :) Quite neat right?? I'm a neat and tidy person! Muahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-109341737764101879?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109341737764101879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109341737764101879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109341737764101879' title='My Workstation'/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109334995353582957</id><published>2004-08-24T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T20:22:40.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If We Don't Get Any Weirder</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;If We Don't get Any Weirder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people fall sick and end up groaning about it, but we are weird people. One of my fellow M2/03-ian is down with tonsilitis (appropriate time eh? just when we're doing respi system). What joy medical students find in being sick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: my oral cavity to the pharynx is nearly closed off, there's only a little bit of space around the uvula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: wait, when i can i'll take a pic and send it to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YP: hahahaha ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: it's a wonder i can take anything at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YP: suffer a bit, swollow a ponstan or something.. get the pain off.. u can sleep better lor. better rest, faster recovery. YP's theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: the specialist inserted an endoscope down my nose, down my right (or was it left) nose, he could see severely swollen lymph nodes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: he couldnt go further&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: my other nostril he could get past the outer nares and go no further&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: severe septal deviation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: and he couldnt get past my tonsils&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: i could see the entire process&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YP: CHUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: it was cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note.. I hope he recovers soon. :) Friend, get well soon ya...&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/3737519-109334995353582957?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109334995353582957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109334995353582957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109334995353582957' title='If We Don&apos;t Get Any Weirder'/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109324621079038851</id><published>2004-08-23T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T15:31:42.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Encounters with Lecturers</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Encounters With Lecturers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to name 23rd Aug 2004 YP's "Encounters With Lecturers Day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While looking at chest x-rays during CSU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr A: Why do we want to place the film this way.. *look around, grab me by the shoulder, makes me stand in front of the light box*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr A: See? You want to look at your patient this way. You, where's your right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *puts up right hand*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr A: Left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me *wave wave with left hand*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Everyone else laughing their heads off at my dumb impression and the lesson continued)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr A: What are these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart M2/03ians: Spinal processes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr A: *grabs me by the shoulder, makes me stand in front again, this time back to the group*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr A: *point point point at my back..* This is where the spinal processes are if you look at a skeleton. *poke at my neck*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eekz! (Er, sensitive ler..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the afternoon, as I was happily walking back to CAMMR lab after filling up my bottle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *smiles* Good afternoon Dr D (I polite mah, and he's one of my fav lecturers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr D: What batch are you in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Er.. semester 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr D: Respi system in course assessment. When?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: 1st september..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the conversation continued with him telling me about his research project and 'bout getting people from my batch to help him and a special request for Sheena to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, considering I don't talk to lecturers most of the time, today was quite terrible dee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-109324621079038851?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109324621079038851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109324621079038851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109324621079038851' title='Encounters with Lecturers'/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109310769560483099</id><published>2004-08-22T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T09:21:35.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For a lack of a better topic...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;For a lack of a better topic...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt very guilty when I looked at my blog early in the morning and realised that I haven't been putting much effort into it since semester 3 started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking around me, everyone looks so different these days. The stress of being second year students and most of all, the stress of the coming EoS in early January is really getting to us. Apart from academic stuff, my batch also has to worry about the M2/04 orientation which is on the same week as Respi exam and some of us are also involved in the planning of various other activities. Academic workload is piling up, responsibilites seem to be increasing non stop. Maybe it's because the Bukit Jalil campus only has students from 5 semester and as sem 3s, we have to take on quite a bit. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to pass the event leaders the SM list for their events but when I tried to print it out, it tells me that my file's corrupted and I can't even open them. The written copies are all in the CAMMR lab. Oh no... Looks like I'll have to get the event leaders to push back their briefings by a day or two, this feels HORRIBLE since everyone's working on a tight schedule here. Oh no oh no oh no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I've been wanting to blog about my dogs... maybe I'll do that tomorrow... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phrase of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;With life comes shit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Caryn, after watching a delivery&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-109310769560483099?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109310769560483099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109310769560483099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109310769560483099' title='For a lack of a better topic...'/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109279859381015852</id><published>2004-08-18T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T11:09:53.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flirting with the Ice-Cream Vendor</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Flirting with the Ice-Cream Vendor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone of you ever flirted with the ice-cream vendor before? If you need some advice with regards to how to get the ice-cream vendor attracted to you, please approach my dear friend, Sheena. How do I know that the ice-cream vendor was attracted to her? Well, he did a nice impromptu street theatre thing for her. How sweeeet right? Aww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of the day (17th August 2004): Denial&lt;br /&gt;Phrase of the day (17th August 2004): Cari pasal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-109279859381015852?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109279859381015852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109279859381015852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109279859381015852' title='Flirting with the Ice-Cream Vendor'/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109254151266614790</id><published>2004-08-15T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T11:45:12.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And He Said He Wasn't Good...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;And He Said He Wasn't Good...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there was a debater who thinks he isn't good. Nevermind that someone once commented that his debating was very secondary school style, many of us think he's good and I mean, very good kinda good. One day, this debater went for an intervarsity friendly and in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V: Yee Pei, I suck lah.. I suck I suck I suck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YP: No, you don't, you'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V: S, S, I've got no confidence!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... it went on ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the debates started and after the first round,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Ehz, V was best speaker!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the second round,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R &amp; R: Guess what? V was best speaker again!!!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, ladies and gentlemen, he said he wasn't good! What's that lah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-109254151266614790?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109254151266614790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109254151266614790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109254151266614790' title='And He Said He Wasn&apos;t Good...'/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109254127977654025</id><published>2004-08-15T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T11:41:19.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Tired Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up bright and early in the morning on a SATURDAY, I think we must be mad. Where did we go? We went to this place in Serdang where there are horses and even a cemetery! We went there with one sole purpose, to look for people to get into good arguments with. Arguments about discrimination, privacy and I forgot what was it... Now, aren't we mad? Yeah, we are! *Crazy laughter* Sheena &amp; Elena, wonderful wonderful to be on the same team!!! *Happy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we argued and argued and got angry with people and got to know people and looked at people play soccer (someone was oggling, actually) and finally left the place and set off back to Vista and then to &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/adelinegong" target="_blank"&gt;Adeline&lt;/a&gt;'s birthday party. &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY, ADELINE!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Had loads of fun, became even more tired than we originally were and finally went back to our nice nice beds. Phew... tired Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-109254127977654025?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109254127977654025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109254127977654025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109254127977654025' title='Tired Saturday'/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109237592357513263</id><published>2004-08-13T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T13:45:23.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After A Week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;After A Week...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing this alternative learning aka Virtual Medical University (VMU) thing for almost a week now. How do I find it? Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's wonderful to be able to study at your own pace, waking up when you want to, going back to nap when you want to. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Can repeat and repeat and repeat the lecture, which means you can relisten to what your lecturers are saying instead of just ignoring what you can't have missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Animations are good. 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Nice aircon. :) This one just came in yesterday. Before this, we only had the centralised aircon and insufficient vents in the room which means, stuffy place. Now... life's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. iLectures take a much longer time. 'Cos of pt 2. It can be really tiring after a whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Worrying. We worry about not getting the same stuff our peers in the contemporary lectures get. Kiasu-ism lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My fingers hurt from copying notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Cut off from the rest of the world, our social life has gone crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. In relation to pt 8, I MISS MY FRIENDS!!! *sits and cry in a corner*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Mm.. discipline is very important. I really shouldn't be blogging now. :P&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/3737519-109237592357513263?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109237592357513263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109237592357513263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109237592357513263' title='After A Week...'/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109237540402062262</id><published>2004-08-13T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T13:46:46.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Responsible?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Who is Responsible?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught this bit of news in &lt;a href="http://www.medicine.com.my" target="_blank"&gt;MMR&lt;/a&gt; which made me decide to read it in Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;200 medical students left in the lurch&lt;br /&gt;OVER 200 students pursuing medical degrees overseas are now left in the lurch, as the universities they had enrolled in are not recognised by the Malaysian Government, Tamil Nesan reported. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoting MIC vice-president Datuk S. Veerasingam, the paper said students who returned to Malaysia with these unrecognised certificates face numerous problems when applying to practise medicine in the country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me blog about this is the term &lt;i&gt;"left in the lurch"&lt;/i&gt;. Who left them &lt;i&gt;in the lurch&lt;/i&gt;? Is it the MMC's fault that it does not recognise these degrees? Is it the government's fault? Is it the students' parents who are at fault, for sending their offsprings to unrecognised universities? No one left these students &lt;i&gt;in the lurch&lt;/i&gt; but &lt;b&gt;themselves&lt;/b&gt;. Simply this... If you are going to pursue a degree, a degree in anything, not just medicine, isn't it your reponsibility to find out whether the degree from that particular university is recognised by the relevant body? I will be a very upset citizen if I realise that my government and the authorities in my nation recognises degrees from any universities from any part of the world! To say that these students are &lt;i&gt;left in the lurch&lt;/i&gt; seems a little irresponsible, maybe I'm just being touchy here. Well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-109237540402062262?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109237540402062262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109237540402062262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109237540402062262' title='Who is Responsible?'/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109213235392276225</id><published>2004-08-10T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T18:05:53.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo Animals</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Zoo Animals&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;After 2 ilectures, I realised that I cannot concentrate anymore, that's why here I am, blogging.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're zoo animals, on display for any curious human beings to see. They can swarm into the room at anytime and stare over our shoulders. They can make comments and laugh if they like. Oh yes, of course they can, they are the big shots, they came with big shots, they are rich. If they are not big shots, then they'll have to look in through the glass panes, yes, just stare. Manners? Aw... who needs to be polite to silly sub-humans like us. We're dumb, we can't complain. Do we have feelings? The answer to this question is of no matter to anyone, we are, after all, zoo animals, who ever ever EVER bother about zoo animals' feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone's wondering what's happening, stop wondering. I'm just ranting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-109213235392276225?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109213235392276225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109213235392276225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109213235392276225' title='Zoo Animals'/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109205633078924635</id><published>2004-08-09T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T20:58:50.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day, Second Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;First Day, Second Year&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked at last August's entries, I remembered how excited I was to begin what I called a new phase in my life. A silly, naive 18 years old kid, I thought the world was like the fantasy dreamland I imagined it to be. Almost a year has come and gone, today marked the first day in sem 3, the past year have seen many changes in me and have made me realised that the fantasy dreamland only exist in, well, dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester is known for its crazy end-of-semester exam with record high failure rates. Yes, the fact that you can fail and face the terrible fate of retaining looms in the future, it's scary. I'm scared. Stressed? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem 3 started with CSU bright and early in the morning, I wasn't awake. :P Got Dr K, he was alright and well, I was horrible, again. Sigh. The worse feeling I ever get is the lack of confidence and I've been getting that a lot in CSU these days, not good, not good at all. Argh. Next up was a whole chunk of briefings for the VMU thing and a nice discovery that I'll be a happy kid as long I am a good girl and keep my journal (written version). Hid in the CAMMR lab for the rest of the day, being a hardworking kid. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day was overall a good day, if only IE will stop showing error messages.&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/3737519-109205633078924635?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109205633078924635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109205633078924635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109205633078924635' title='First Day, Second Year'/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109197482214578091</id><published>2004-08-08T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T22:24:54.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even When You Don't Meet Everyday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Even When You Don't Meet Everyday...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up to Ling and Millie on Thursday and went back to &lt;a href="http://www.acjc.edu.sg" target="_blank"&gt;ACJC&lt;/a&gt;. Ling and I were interested in visiting our old teachers while Millie, well, let's just say that the yong tau foo was more attractive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/yeepei/lingandmillie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millie with her bowl of yong tau foo and Ling. Please note Millie's nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/yeepei/ling1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ling and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange that although it's been almost a year since we last met, we can still talk like we did long time ago. :) I'm glad that this is the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/yeepei/lingandmillie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 of us at Coffee Club Express, attempting to fit ourselves in the same picture. Er... was trying to take the photo overselves with Millie's camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, ACJC. No change at all, I think. I was commenting that the students look the same. Well, we don't know any of them anymore but the way they dress and carry themselves, no difference from 2 years ago when we were students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/yeepei/acjc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/yeepei/acjc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The foyer and the carpark. :) No change, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-109197482214578091?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109197482214578091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109197482214578091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109197482214578091' title='Even When You Don&apos;t Meet Everyday...'/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109188570432822890</id><published>2004-08-07T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T21:35:04.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Looking Back...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Sem 3 starts in 2 days' time, I think now's the perfect time to look back at Sem 2 and think things through. A lot happened in the past few months, the most significant of which is that he left. I'll always remember the day, the phonecall and finding my home the way it was when I got back. I am not the type who will cry when I talk about it but in the comfort of my own room, cuddled up under my comforter, I think of him and sometimes cry myself to sleep. Well, life goes on... I wonder where he is now, how he is now. &lt;i&gt;Papa, I miss you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the way, I moved to another apartment, reasons? Close friends have heard me rant on and on about it. That particular incident have taught me a lot and let's all hope that nothing similar ever happens again. Living with people can be difficult but it all boils down to how patient we can be, how tolerant we can be and most of all, how much each party is willing to compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few months have also made me realise that no matter how close you think you are to a person, the friendship isn't for certain. No matter how close you think your group of friends are, it takes a lot of effort to maintain the closeness. Recently, a friend asked me to rate, on a scale of 1 to 10, friendship between a certain group of people. On average, I gave 3. I told her that in Sem 1, I would have said 7 or even higher but now... I guess it can't be helped, people get attached, they move on. It's not easy to juggle friendship and boy girl relationship. Hmm... It takes 2 hands to clap, maybe I should put in more effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot more happened during the past few months, if they were significant, I would have blogged about them. Otherwise, I find these 3 the most important ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's on to Sem 3. The much dreaded and much feared Sem 3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-109188570432822890?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109188570432822890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109188570432822890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109188570432822890' title='Looking Back...'/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109186580671208012</id><published>2004-08-07T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T21:07:53.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Genius</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I'm A Genius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did an IQ test online and muahahaha, got a score of 150. Go try it out &lt;a href="http://www.iqtest.com" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/yeepei/IQ.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I know that like any other online test, this isn't accurate, I'm happy. Eh, it's not often that I get to feel smart k.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-109186580671208012?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109186580671208012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109186580671208012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109186580671208012' title='I&apos;m A Genius'/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109184549038544971</id><published>2004-08-07T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T10:24:50.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And You Thought Things Couldn't Get Any Weirder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;And You Thought Things Couldn't Get Any Weirder...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found &lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2004/8/7/latest/18338Towelfoun&amp;sec=latest" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; on The Star Online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When she died in June 2002, a day after her 60th birthday, Valle donated her body to the Northeastern Ohio Universities College of Medicine. During dissection, a faculty member discovered a green surgical cloth the size of a large hand towel behind her left lung. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERM... Uhh... Ehhh... I can't think of a better way to carry a towel around though. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-109184549038544971?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109184549038544971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109184549038544971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109184549038544971' title='And You Thought Things Couldn&apos;t Get Any Weirder...'/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109176937485521215</id><published>2004-08-06T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T13:16:14.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;A Little Announcement&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi guys, this is for the M203 people reading my blog. Please visit the &lt;a href="http://m203.blogspot.com"&gt;batch blog&lt;/a&gt; because there's an notice there for all M203-ians about first day of school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-109176937485521215?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109176937485521215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109176937485521215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109176937485521215' title='Announcement'/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109162726522359937</id><published>2004-08-04T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T21:51:32.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear Hear</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hear Hear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading Adeline's blog where she mentioned about an article in MMA news, I picked up the periodical and started flipping. (Ok, it's not something I normally read, quite simply because it seems to be covered with advertisements) What I found interesting was not the same article Adeline wrote about but another article entitled "Stop Pandering to our Voyeuristic Shame".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't noticed, our local media have recently taken special care in giving us detailed descriptions with regards to various current issues. This is a good thing, because well, we read the news to find out what's happening. But this is no longer a good thing when they tell us details such as how many semen samples were found in a murdered victim, or how the victim was sodomized. Sometimes, I find these articles bordering on being pornographic, truly shameful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are naturally curious and sex, is, in almost every society, something that attracts people and brings about attention. But hey, that does that mean that national newspapers have to end up acting like tabloids just to increase readership. The media has the right and the duty to bring to us latest information, well and good, but what about the right of the victim, or the victim's family? Someone once told me this, which I entirely agree, "A right ceases to be a right when it infringes on another person's rights."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end off, I'll say that I'm not taking a high and mighty stand here. There are times when I find them interesting but thinking back, I can only be ashamed of myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-109162726522359937?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109162726522359937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109162726522359937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109162726522359937' title='Hear Hear'/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109145441043415644</id><published>2004-08-02T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T21:46:50.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Profound Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Profound Question&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, a forum of which I'm a member has a thread on "What makes your life worth living?" where there is a long list of question, the first being the same as the topic of the thread. ie. What makes your life worth living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally, I wanted to post about family, friends, goals, ambitions, all which makes me feel like my life is worth living but as I was thinking about this question on a 5 hours bus ride, something struck me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;It doesn't matter whether your life is worth living, what matters is why you stay alive. Mankind stay alive because we are alive.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying alive is a lot less fuss than dying, because well, if you choose to die, you have to muster the courage to choose a path you don't know about. Is death painful? Is there anything after your heart stops beating? Is it an eternal sleep? Does our soul leave the body? Do we really go to heaven or hell? No one likes the unknown, especially when it's as mysterious as death. Of course, if you choose to die, you have to worry about your friends and your family's reaction. These are people we love, the last thing we want for them is sadness and suffering. Thirdly, there are also things we can't bear to leave behind. Our friends, families and of course, in this practical world, our assets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. My take on this is that what makes my life worth living is the fact that it's less fuss than dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-109145441043415644?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109145441043415644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109145441043415644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109145441043415644' title='The Profound Question'/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109132700886140695</id><published>2004-08-01T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T10:23:28.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;A Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 31st July 2004. What's so great about this day? Let's see. It was the last day of the 7th month of the year, it was the last Saturday of July 2004. Not all that grand eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the second time I met up with two wonderful people. (I love these two wonderful people. :)) It was the first time I met some people I think are really nice. It was the first time I went to Long Black. It was the first time I sat in A&amp;W without drinking their rootbeer. It was the first time I ordered The Ultimate Ice Blended from Coffeebean without asking for whipped cream (I'm so proud of myself). It was the first time I heard of rubber ducky thumbdrives. It was the first time I bought an SD card for myself. It was the first time I went shopping (not really shopping but well...) with Say Say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Saturday, 31st July 2004 was a great day. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-109132700886140695?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109132700886140695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109132700886140695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109132700886140695' title='A Day'/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109116500968622425</id><published>2004-07-30T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T13:23:29.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Under The Microscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Looking Under The Microscope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never ever ever ever seen anything taken from me under the microscope, until today. We were asked to have a look at swabs/samples taken from ourselves. I'm suffering from a cough so I though, why not my phlegm? (Yeah.. eewww...) What did I find? Loads of pus cells and cocci. So yeah, now I know that as I'm coughing and hearing strange noises in my throat, the pus cells and cocci are moving around. In a strange sense, the world under the microscope can look very pretty. *grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-109116500968622425?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109116500968622425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109116500968622425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109116500968622425' title='Looking Under The Microscope'/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109106702075973409</id><published>2004-07-29T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T10:10:20.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Changes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I study in a University housed in an ex shopping mall which is constantly undergoing renovations. What does this mean to us students? Noise? Nah... the noise isn't that bad. Most of the time, we don't hear much. Changes, loads and loads of changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to KKB for 10 days to come back to a school where things look different. Let's see, as I'm typing this, I'm actually sitting in the library where the computer tables are different (very much prettier than before, mind you), us mere students can now walk into the glassed up Red Spot section instead of having to get to librarians to get the books for us. The medical museum has moved down one level to where the seminar rooms (SR) and dunno-what office used to be. I guess that means that we can run from LT to Lab to E-Lab to MMS to Library much faster now. Yesterday's BS lesson saw me running from 3rd floor to 2nd floor to the 1st floor to look for the missing SR 1. That's downstairs now. I see them doing something outside the PBL rooms, no idea what though. Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? My school is an ever changing maze, amazing isn't it? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-109106702075973409?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109106702075973409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109106702075973409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109106702075973409' title='Changes'/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109101769044998604</id><published>2004-07-28T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T20:28:10.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patch Adams Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Patch Adams Again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Patch Adams again, this time, as part of Behavioural Science. It's the second time I'm watching the movie in less than 6 months and I must say that it's no less inspiring than the first. The difference between watching it for BS and for MS is that this time round, we got to discuss it a little more. PJ has always advocated friendliness with patients, since he was the one who facilitated (for a lack of better word) the session today, many issues from the movie were pointed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure most of us, after watching the movie, want to be Patch the second but hey, let's also not be too idealistic. It is not really all that possible. PJ said something like (I can't remember his exact words) "there can be 2 extremes, Patch Adams on one end and on the other, your unfeeling, uncaring doctors, you guys just have to play around in the middle". I hope, in time to come, I'll be more on the Patch side. Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If we want to treat a disease, treat indifference.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, what else is there in the human race that is more scary than indifference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PJ left us with this quote... &lt;blockquote&gt;"Cure sometimes, heal often, comfort all the time"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his 5 senses aka Jambu's 5 Senses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Sense of God&lt;br /&gt;2. Sense of Reality&lt;br /&gt;3. Sense of Responsibility&lt;br /&gt;4. Common Sense&lt;br /&gt;5. Sense of Humour&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-109101769044998604?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109101769044998604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109101769044998604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109101769044998604' title='Patch Adams Again'/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109092206451229714</id><published>2004-07-27T17:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T15:45:42.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murmur</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Murmur&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say that I've never ever kena during CSU as much as I have today. The last time I kena was when Dr J asked me what sweaty palms indicate and I was so shocked I couldn't answer. Today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr K: What's a murmur? *Leaning forward, palms on the table right in front of me, looking into my eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Gulp* Turbulent flow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr K: Yes, it's caused by turbulent flow, I want the definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Er...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr K: Go find out the definition, I'll ask you the next time I see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(YP's resolution for sem 3, see Dr K along the corridors and walk in opposite direction.)&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr K: We've heard reports about your fingernails so I want to have a look at them. *Walks around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Omg... totally forgot all about it!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Needless to say, I kena also lah)&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during physical examination...&lt;br /&gt;(Yours truly read through the whole CVS physical examination last night, only left out the peripheral arteries 'cos well, half the time they skip it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr S: Tell me, what are the peripheral pulses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr S: Now, show me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Omg, I can't put name and location together.. die die die)&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok guys, I'm going to be a good kid, study harder and go for extra CSUs. Anyone wanna join me ah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-109092206451229714?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109092206451229714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109092206451229714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109092206451229714' title='Murmur'/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109092125526246174</id><published>2004-07-27T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T00:07:03.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Question-Generating Robot</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;A Question-Generating Robot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's CSU session was on short history taking. We had 3 SPs, 5 minutes with each one of them. No need to take a full history, just take what was written on the instructions we were given, about 3 to 4 of the 8 main items, actually. 5 minutes isn't wonderfully long, so it was terribly mechanical...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Good morning, I'm XYZ, a first year medical student. How may I address you? *shake hand*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP: I'm ABC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: May I ask you a few questions regarding your medical history please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Before we begin, may I have your full name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP: A... B... C...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Your age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP: blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Occupation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP: blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Religion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything, it made me feel like a robot. Somehow, if PJ or any of the BS lecturers saw us, we would have been murdered on the spot. Thank goodness we were told during the debrief that during OSCE, we won't have to take so much history within the 5 minutes. But... somehow, I think this resembles real life, if we were to shorten waiting time. No? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr J did mention about the possibility of a communication OSCE where we'll be assessed on our communication skills, not just on whether we can act like robotic medical students. We'll once more be expected to be warm and friendly individuals. Ahh... that'll be interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-109092125526246174?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109092125526246174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109092125526246174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109092125526246174' title='A Question-Generating Robot'/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109070332321014333</id><published>2004-07-25T04:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T22:29:46.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2+3+1=6</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;2 + 3 + 1 = 6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great experience, did better than we thought we would, overall, good. :) My maiden tourney!!! Our aim was simple, just don't finish last in all three rounds. It was my first time teaming up with Sheena, it was my anything-serious-like BP style debate, it was my first inter varsity debate lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to honour of meeting a lot of nice, warm and friendly people, remeeting people I met at IVF earlier this year. Yes, overall an enjoyable experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya!!! I need to thank some people. Thanks, Sheena, for feeding me and basically, for teaching me how to debate. Thanks to the UiTM people for the ride back to KL and to Shama and Imran for accompanying us while we were waiting. Thanks to Lin &amp; Al. Thanks to all the nice people I met at KUiTTHO for being nice. (Now it sounds as if I just recieved an award and is giving my thank you speech, omg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-109070332321014333?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109070332321014333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109070332321014333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109070332321014333' title='2+3+1=6'/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109054481827379968</id><published>2004-07-23T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T09:06:58.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Updates!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just added a few links recently. &lt;a href="http://auyongtc.theuseless.com" target="_blank"&gt;Auyongtc&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.mycen.com.my/duasen" target="_blank"&gt;TV Smith&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.ireneq.com" target="_blank"&gt;IreneQ&lt;/a&gt; under blogz. Why did I take so long to link them? Er.. ah.. ERRR... Lazy. I've also discovered that Vijay and Yean Koon has blogs, and have linked them under Med Peepz. &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/vjk" target="_blank"&gt;VJK&lt;/a&gt; is Vijay's blog and &lt;a href="http://fliegenderzirkus.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Fliegender Zirkus&lt;/a&gt; is YK's. Whoever knows the meaning of Fliegender Zirkus, please tell me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also removed links to blogs which are no longer active. Sorry guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, and no posts from me after 3pm today till Sunday morning 'cos Sheena and I are off to humiliate ourselves. Not so much her, she's good. Me. I suck at this thing we're going to do. OMG, why did I say I'll go. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-109054481827379968?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109054481827379968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109054481827379968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109054481827379968' title='Updates!!!'/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109053868200408185</id><published>2004-07-23T07:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T07:24:42.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah? Really? NO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ah? Really? NO!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://similarminds.com/images/leader/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/othertests.html"&gt;What Famous Leader Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no... :(&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/3737519-109053868200408185?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109053868200408185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109053868200408185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109053868200408185' title='Ah? Really? NO!!!'/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109047156656820146</id><published>2004-07-22T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T12:46:06.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;A Conversation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on our way to MERU when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Hi M. Wanna do some adjudicating this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: We're going to debate at XYZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Where's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Between Batu Pahat and Ayer Hitam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA between Batu Pahat and Ayer Hitam HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA (laughter continues for a long while, both S &amp; I were really amused). I'll give you the official reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S &amp; I: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: My presentation is due soon, so I have to work on it this weekend. HAHAHAHAHA between Batu Pahat and Ayer Hitam. But I'll tell you the truth, even if I'm free, I won't go. HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Semester 4 is really stressful. Poor M has gone crazy. Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-109047156656820146?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109047156656820146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109047156656820146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109047156656820146' title='A Conversation'/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109040000929613513</id><published>2004-07-21T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T17:25:12.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;A Canggih E-Lab&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone seen the super canggih new e-lab? Well, I guess all those involved in VMU would have. :) I'm sitting in there now as I write this post. But, what happened earlier did prove one thing, not everything that looks canggih works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us: The network is down, we can't access the internet. Can't do our assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X: You can send an email to that email address you were given to explain why you can't do the assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: We can't access the internet, we can't email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X: You can send the email later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So can we go now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X: No, you've to stay for at least half an hour, then send the email saying that you can't complete the assignment in time because the network is down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: We still can't access the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: Send a complain to the email address you were given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: We can't access the internet, we can't email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: Oh ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing we knew, Dr J and Dr A were here. And the problem was solved in less than 5 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-109040000929613513?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109040000929613513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109040000929613513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109040000929613513' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109037880585673231</id><published>2004-07-21T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T14:27:36.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Blog Addiction&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://203.115.194.76/purplesofa/story.asp?file=/2004/7/21/psofa/8472614&amp;amp;sec=psofa" target="_blank"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; is out and it wasn't as negative as I thought. *huge sigh of relief* Thanks &lt;a href="http://www.ireneq.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Irene&lt;/a&gt;, for the interview and all. Now, it's my turn to talk about blog addiction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;\Ad*dic"tion\, n 1: being abnormally dependent on something that is psychologically or physically habit-forming (especially alcohol or narcotic drugs) [syn: dependence, dependency] 2: an abnormally strong craving&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I begin, we talk about blog addiction, but what about addiction with regards to traditional pen and paper journal writing? The only difference between the two will be the amount of privacy which may or may not mean anything. Unless, of course, bloggers are addicted to the attention they get from their readers. Hmm... *ponder* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it addiction to blogging unhealthy? From the article, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Human beings are social animals -- we need to socialise, meet people, share feelings and spend time together. If we spend more and more time alone, facing the screen, we'll be cutting down on our social time."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true, face to face interaction is very important, IMHO, hence should not and cannot be replaced by reading blogs or emails, for that matter. Bloggers and other non-blogging internet users should make it a point to interact with people in real life. Having said that, it is easier to type than to talk about certain issues. In its own ways, blogging is a way mode of communication and may help certain people open up. Better to type it than to keep it all in the head, don't you think? In my case, I talk/whine/complain/grumble to my friends but I do the same on my blog. However, there are certain issues that will appear on my blog before I talk about them and vice versa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging also gives one a chance to re-read your thoughts after some time and it's strange when you find out how much your thoughts about a certain subject can change in a matter of months or even weeks. It also helps us discover more about ourselves as we read our own blogs. (Don't know what I mean? Heh, start blogging, you'll know.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To answer the question, I think it isn't unhealthy but as with any other thing, too much is not good and one must learn to prioritise (I'm not too good at this though.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I a blog addict? Let's see... I like blogging, I don't shrivel up and die if I don't, I enjoy blogging, I don't feel deprived when I don't, I blog whenever I can, I blog more than once a day, I get upset when I have a lot on my mind that I want to blog about but only have my PDA to write in. Am I addicted? Yes, I guess I am. It doesn't take over my life though. (Hey, do I need to go see PJ for counselling huh?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Btw, blogging helped Sheena improve her typing. My 2 fingers typing friend has progressed to using 4 fingers! Hurray!!!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&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/3737519-109037880585673231?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109037880585673231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109037880585673231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109037880585673231' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109031000616505826</id><published>2004-07-20T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T15:53:26.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trackback</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Trackback&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiez, trackback is up thanks to a friend's suggestion, :) I also know that it'll be "trackback (0)" most of the time, but er.. I'll just put it up lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-109031000616505826?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109031000616505826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109031000616505826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109031000616505826' title='Trackback'/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109027784837097296</id><published>2004-07-20T06:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T06:57:28.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;A Doctor, A Mechanic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wrote this is KKB but didn't know whether to post it or not. Just some thoughts after the stint in the OPD, please don't mind me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell us that a patient is, above all else, a person and that one should never forget that. They remind us constantly never to treat a patient as merely a disease or illness. I like to believe what they say. I like to think that I haven’t been living in my own idealistic little planet. I knew from the beginning that I was wrong, but I refused to believe so until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having sat in the clinic for a whole day, watching patients come and go, watching the MO at work, all I can say is that the relationship between a doctor and his patient is synonymous to that of a mechanic and a car. The simplest way I can put this is, &lt;i&gt;problem come, attempt to solve problem, send out of workshop&lt;/i&gt;. Each patient was treated as a problem and no more than that. Some of them wanted to say more, wanted to talk and all we see if a Dr nodding away while scribbling something on the patient’s card. The Dr’s pretense at “listening” can only be called a vain attempt. Is it his fault? Is he uncaring? Looking at the crowd in the waiting area, as some patients knock impatiently at the door, complaining about the long wait, one can only say that it doesn’t matter whether he cares, he has no choice. Is this only found in the government sector? Do we blame the system? Do we blame the patients’ impatience? Do we blame the Drs? Do we blame the medical schools? I don’t know and am not in a position to judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know, however, that I don’t want to be a mechanic or I would have gone to some technical school. In a way, this experience is telling me, "Earth calling YP, earth calling YP, time to embark on a trip back to earth, girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness, however, that just as the stint in OPD was depressing and discouraging, the one in the wards was pleasant, inspiring and very encouraging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-109027784837097296?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109027784837097296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109027784837097296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109027784837097296' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-109007324442885945</id><published>2004-07-17T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T22:16:59.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Little Kids&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who were in the same car as we were going for dinner on Wednesday night will know that I like kids. Yeah, before dinner, we saw a whole bunch of them outside the house and Elena handed out sweets to them and I fell in love with a little girl. Came home to JB last night and this morning my aunt brought her 2 grandkids to ma's office to visit as on all Saturdays and when she left, another cousin brought her 2 month old baby also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: Look! I stole grandaunt's highlighters and I can draw draw draw!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v260/yeepei/dawn2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teng: Yee!!! Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v260/yeepei/teng1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GY: I wanna sleep lah, mummy. *drool* mm.. what's with these adults, always asking me to wake up to take photos. Let me sleep lah... take the camera away!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v260/yeepei/GY1.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v260/yeepei/GY2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wanna know, Teng is 4 years and a mth old, Dawn is 2 yrs and 4 mths old and little GY is 2 mths old. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-109007324442885945?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109007324442885945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/109007324442885945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109007324442885945' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108998933409531023</id><published>2004-07-16T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T22:48:54.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Ulu-ulu Land Trip&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the 4 posts I posted after coming back from Ulu-ulu Land, I didn't say much about what happened then... so, here goes... (I'll try my best to not be longwinded)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;On the 7th of July, I woke up in the morning and brush my teeth and... (sounding like a 9 year old's diary)... well, piled into Lydia's car (dun wanna sit in the IMU bus), followed behind the IMU bus and a few other cars, got caught in a heavy rain, observed that the bus driver drives faster if it's raining and doesn't use the accelerator much if it isn't. Ok, going off topic. Arrived in Ulu-ulu Land at almost 5pm, took a long while to sort out the accomodations but that's another story... got updates from Group A&amp;nbsp;on what the whole KKB thingie is about after which they&amp;nbsp;brought us to have wan tan mee. (Yeah, it's a passing the good stuff thing, Group A will bring us around, we'll be Group C around and so on.) The girls then went to house No. 11A to play games and gossip gossip... I left after a while 'cos my eyelids insist on closing.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;8th July, first day at the hospital. First time clerking a warded patient. Very different from history taking in the community clinics or in Seremban's OPD in semester 1, I think. First time doing physical examination on a real patient, must say that I was kinda scared in the beginning. Oh ya! Took history in BM, so proud of myself! *beams* Also discovered that Acid is really good when it comes to these stuff, everyone, a round of applause for Acid please. The way he talks to the patients, the way he carries himself, impressive. First time at a bedside teaching session, got Dr Lim and she was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;9th July,&amp;nbsp; pretty much the same as the 8th, only highlight was eye clinic. :) Spoke to a really pleasant patient, very inspiring. Bedside teaching that day was bad. Shan't blog about that part. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;10th July, went up to Fraser, nice and cooling but nothing much to do. It was a nice change to walk and walk and walk and yet not be sweaty. Heehee. Oh ya, whoever was on Fraser the same day and saw a group of people singing, laughing and chasing each other like they are crazy, that&amp;nbsp;would have&amp;nbsp;been us. The evening saw us at what Ailing calls the themepark of KKB, A&amp;amp;E!!! (Yeah, sad eh?) The trip was pretty good actually, saw quite a bit, learnt a lot (since they have more time to "entertain" us irritating students at night). Left to go to a cybercafe where we found that its server can rival IMU's. Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;11th July, woke up bright and early to have breakfast so those who wanna go church can go after breakfast. Went back, read the papers... napped... Grace &amp;amp; Lydia came back... was introduced to the world of Cryptic Crosswords... napped... crosswords... dinner and off to the "themepark" again.&amp;nbsp;Visited our friends in the hostel first though...&amp;nbsp; spoke to people that I seldom speak to. :) Nothing much happened in the "themepark" that night so we spent our time ransacking the place. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;12th July, got up early to go for breakfast only to recieve a call that there was to be a delivery soon. Rushed like mad idiots to the hospital, saw the deliveries, had breakfast in the hospital's canteen (read: bad food) and continued with the day.&amp;nbsp; Found Dr T's long lost twin. :P&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;13th to 15th July, family medicine. Went to Klinik Kesihatan Serendah and KKB's OPD. KKS was a&amp;nbsp;very big KK, I must say. Nice part was that it was fully air con. Mmm.. nice. The day at OPD was boring. 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;15th July, was hanging around when Elena told us about a post mortem later that day. Good experience, a little freaked after that but overall, OK. (Yeah, I'm a morbid medical student) Headed back to Bukit Jalil on the same day, got caught in a heavy downpour and a crazy jam. Good to get back, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108998933409531023?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108998933409531023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108998933409531023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108998933409531023' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108993768764377109</id><published>2004-07-16T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T08:28:07.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Guys...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When boredom gets to the guys, they turn weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v260/yeepei/KKB/kkb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what some people are thinking... *wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108993768764377109?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108993768764377109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108993768764377109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108993768764377109' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108993611982533967</id><published>2004-07-16T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T08:01:59.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Learning Something Else&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMU has a whole list of objectives for sending us to Ulu-ulu land, I guess, but one thing that wasn't in their list of outcomes and objectives, which many of us got out of this trip was ... *drum roll* ... getting to know our peers better. Normally, it's those of us who are in the same group (I won't use the word clique) that eat together, go out together and hence, know each other better and better, as for others... it's just a matter of putting faces to names and leaving it at that. Ulu-land trip had us all split up into different group and spending time with people you're not all that close to really help you get to know them. Yupz, this is one of the things I liked about the trip. Here's part of a group I was hanging out with during the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v260/yeepei/KKB/kkb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo is entitled "drwannabes". You wanna know why? Dun wanna tell you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108993611982533967?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108993611982533967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108993611982533967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108993611982533967' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108993564289396783</id><published>2004-07-16T07:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T07:54:02.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Addicted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me whether someone else was addicted to blogging and here's what happened one evening while a bunch of us were sitting around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Eh, YP, do you know what I miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Er...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: The IMU E-lab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Then the PY came in and we spoke 'bout what we do online, she said there isn't much to do!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Yeah, basically I check my email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: And?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: I read economist. (Everyone can tell that she has an answer she dun wanna give)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: And blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic I took with her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v260/yeepei/KKB/kkb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took it on the morning of my last day at KKB. &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/3737519-108993564289396783?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108993564289396783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108993564289396783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108993564289396783' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108990982390889301</id><published>2004-07-15T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T00:43:43.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I AM BACK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from Ulu-ulu land, with loads to say and hence loads to post. The trip was both boring and interesting (yeah, I know I don't make sense). I'll do the postings tomorrow morning but just thought I'll leave a mark now to say that I'm back. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108990982390889301?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108990982390889301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108990982390889301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108990982390889301' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108914078407390961</id><published>2004-07-07T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T07:44:43.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;A Long Break&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be away for NINE whole days. From 070704 (Wednesday) afternoon to 150704(Thursday) evening, I'll be stuck in ulu-ulu land. Needa find me, please call me. Not urgent, send me an email or leave me a msg on ICQ. If you dun have my phone number, my email addie or my ICQ contact, then I doubt you'll have anything urgent to tell me. Tataz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108914078407390961?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108914078407390961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108914078407390961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108914078407390961' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108913982774494483</id><published>2004-07-07T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T07:36:06.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;What Happened At Midvalley&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a little gathering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone hugged someone, someone kissed someone, someone got burnt by a ciggie (I hope you're better now), someone didn't get on someone's truck ('cos the truck wasn't there), someone showed his fatherly side (grapes anyone?), someone showed me that famous people can be nice, someone brought a hawt friend, someone is just like what I expected her to be like, someone thinks someone is a citibank boy, someone has a new nick, someone very nice gave me a lift home (thanks), someone walked around like he was in a world of his own yet seem to know everything only if you bother to ask him, someone and someone else called from overseas, someone called from another state, someone and someone else got calls from us, someone and his wife very sweet, someone wants a new notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupz, that's a gist of what happened. You want simpler version? Er... we met up and drank kopi and had dinner. Er.. No photos will be up though. :) You'll hafta look elsewhere to find photos k? kthxbais. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108913982774494483?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108913982774494483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108913982774494483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108913982774494483' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108907086868567781</id><published>2004-07-06T07:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T14:05:52.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;A Change&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ricewine.diaryland.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Dor&lt;/a&gt; commented that my blog's getting bitchier and bitchier... so here's a change from the bitchy posts that have been going on and on for the past few weeks? days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Iwokeupinthemorningandbrushmyteethandwashmyfaceandshowerandchangeandhadmybreakfast. Then, Iwenttomeetdoreenforlunchins'pore. AfterlunchsheleftforameetingandIwentbacktoHQtokacauangieandshannen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee, what a mouthful!!! But well, at least it isn't bitchy right? :P :P :P I like the new office, but it doesn't have the homey feeling that the old one has but well, it's about familarity, I guess. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Dor, for the lunch. And to Shannen and Angie and Rita and Khai, thanks for not shooing me away ah... heehee. All the events coming up but I won't be involved so I guess all I can do is wish you guys all da bestest!!! Er.. I'll be with you spiritually? (I quote this from someone.. :P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108907086868567781?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108907086868567781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108907086868567781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108907086868567781' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108884824320955943</id><published>2004-07-03T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T17:50:43.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Some People Shouldn't Exist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BITCH ALERT!!!* *BITCH ALERT!!!* If you can't stand crazy bitching, please stop reading right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been warned, so I'll start. I'm angry, I'm angry, OMG, I'm so angry. I'll call him Mr I-gonna-complain-to-your-mama aka Mr Crybaby. Some people... first he was unreasonable, then he didn't return us what he was supposed to, then he claimed that certain things were common sense, nevermind that when common sense stuff applied to him, we should have told him. (Ok, he has no common sense, I'll accept that) He shouted at us in his omg-can't-it-be-more-fake accent in his cannot-make-it English the whole bulk of his side of the conversation filled with "Don't I have the right to change my decision?" Now, if he's reading this, then &lt;i&gt;well, you have the right to change your decision, but not when it affects other people. And when it does, you have to LET OTHER PEOPLE KNOW!&lt;/i&gt; Come to think of it, even if he reads this, he might not understand it. Cummon' some people need to fake an accent in order to feel superior when he is in the midst of an argument? Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so us being us, we tried to reason with him and sheesh, it didn't work!!! (Why am I not surprised???) He had the nerves to go to one of our parents and asked her to get us to stop shouting and cursing him and to leave him alone. 'Cos in order to do well in his exams, he'll need to have some PEACE. 1. Who was the one who raised his voice first? 2. *cough* Even if he does well in his studies, he'll never be a good Dr. Know why? 'Cos he has problems with his communication skills and oh ya, his skull is pretty thick. It might just be congenital. Not his fault... not his fault... Last bit.. Only those under the age of 12 run to their Mummys or complain to other people's Mummys when they have problems. Because Mr Crybaby, Sir, you are TWENTY ONE, you are expected to SOLVE YOUR OWN PROBLEMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*end of bitching*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not come to me and ask me who "US" referred to and don't ask me who Mr I-gonna-complain-to-your-mama is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108884824320955943?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108884824320955943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108884824320955943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108884824320955943' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108883932970354216</id><published>2004-07-03T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T15:22:35.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MedBlogs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, there's an article on &lt;a href="http://www.medscape.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Medscape&lt;/a&gt; on Medblogs entitled &lt;a href="http://www.medscape.com/viewarticle/480371?src=mp" target="_blank"&gt;Web Logs Offer Viewers a Rare Glimpse Into the World of Medicine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pretty interesting article about blogging among healthcare workers. In fact, there's even a url in there where you can find a whole bunch of MedBlogs. &lt;a href="http://www.medlogs.com" target="_blank"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; webpage has feed (Er, RSS feeds is it?) from various doctors', nurses', patients', medical students', residents' blogs, and also feeds on Med News, Health Biz and other stuff. A pretty comprehensive page, IMHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the article...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Although those blogs may not contribute much to the practice of medicine, he said, "to some degree they enhance the transparency of medicine." Patients reading those blogs see a human side of doctors not readily apparent in the office, and other medical professionals feel a close connection with each other that often is absent in practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideally, medical blogs may be able to foster greater understanding among different branches of the medical world and with patients, though even the most ardent advocates recognize their limitations, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder, how will Malaysian blogging Drs react if they know that their patients read their blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108883932970354216?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108883932970354216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108883932970354216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108883932970354216' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108870172633333884</id><published>2004-07-02T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T01:08:46.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;What CVS Did To Us...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were stuff that happened in this little place in Bukit Jalil a few days ago... (on top of those that I posted about previously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Someone decided that she wants to try her hand at hairdressing and well, someone else became a victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A decided that he wanted to say something witty about J's pigginess and gets chased around the apartment, knocking down his cactus and ended up being locked out at the balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A decided that he wanted to practice his vocal chords and starts singing at 2 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Everyone has become texttwist experts... well, apart from J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. People reported of dreams of drug names and clinical manifestations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Sleep is reserved for after the sun is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Blasting music in the middle of the night is acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Dining table &amp; study table &amp; rubbish-dump lookalike are synonyms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. 2 1.5L of coke appear in the apartment and promptly disappears the same evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Warm drinks also find a rise in popularity in this apartment. (Where normally no one drinks anything that's remotely un-cold)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108870172633333884?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108870172633333884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108870172633333884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108870172633333884' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108870102141422932</id><published>2004-07-02T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T00:57:01.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I Feel Silly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sat for the CVS end of system assessment today, a 1 hour paper which will contribute 5% to my Sem 3 EoS. It's a 1 hour paper but most people in my batch have been losing weeks of sleep over it, getting stressed up like crazy, pacing the corridor in the middle of the night etc. (I'll post 'bout the situation in my apt the few days b4 the paper later on... it was crazy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime this afternoon, I suddenly found myself thinking, "OI!!! DUMBO!!! Why are you so stressed up??? Why are you getting yourself sick? It's only a ONE hour TEST" And suddenly it dawned upon me that I've changed a lot since JC/Sec Sch days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days, tests were things you study 2 days beforehand and applaud yourself for even bothering to study. Exams were things you study 2 weeks before and you feel super proud of yourself. And in the midst of all these studying, you still get at least 5 hours of sleep everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... I start studying for a test 2 weeks ahead of time and I feel as guilty as can be. As for sleep? Er... did you say sleep??? One week, 15 hours, maybe? Let's just say that I've been watching quite a few sunrises these days. Beautiful things. :) Maybe I'll take a pic of it one day. Oh yah, must also take a pic of the night view from my balcony... pretty!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108870102141422932?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108870102141422932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108870102141422932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108870102141422932' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108842840005861558</id><published>2004-06-28T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T21:13:20.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Care &amp; Share&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always told everyone else out there that people in my uni are really nice and as far from typical selfish students as you can get but something happened today that really disappointed me. Let's hope that Mr Selfish is just ONE blacksheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into a group discussion early in the morning and overheard something about going to school early tomorrow morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ehz? Coming early tomorrow? For what? Lectures' at 2.45pm ah? Something going on in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Selfish: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Nice: Q&amp;A by Dr S lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh... extra ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Selfish: But he say only the 3 groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation 'bout the Q&amp;A session continues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss A: (walks in) Huh? What's happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Selfish: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Psst, Mr S, people dun wanna steal your special session leh.. no need to be so worried okiez? :) We ask 'cos we kaypoh wanna know what's the topic of conversation lah. If there are extra revision sessions that you arranged that I can't go for, I won't barge in. If there are extra sessions that you arranged for, I might not go 'cos I might not wanna. Grow up. Bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108842840005861558?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108842840005861558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108842840005861558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108842840005861558' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108842732352724408</id><published>2004-06-28T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T00:08:57.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;And He Strikes Again...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Third post about the same guy, some people might just think I've got a crush on him. Haha, well, just posting 'cos his lectures are very very funny.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: When I was in first year, I used to play, I never read like my friends did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: I take life easy but the one thing is... *shakes head in the very Indian way*.. when I see a diagram, I get it... when I see a diagram.. I..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us: Get it. *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: And during the exam, I see "describe" I draw. That gets me 60%, 40% to pass, I get 60% so I....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us: Pass. *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a great lecturer... the bitch/bastard who betrayed him should burn in hell. Pardon the lack of asterisks in my words, I dun like seeing asterisks in the middle of my words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108842732352724408?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108842732352724408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108842732352724408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108842732352724408' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108827399694259263</id><published>2004-06-27T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T02:19:56.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;You Know Something's Wrong When...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Everyone in your apt is bright awake at 2.15am, no signs of going to sleep (and no, we're not staying up for Euro 2004).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Some of you do household chores at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Someone cooks pasta at 1 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You guys are blasting music well past midnight, not at all worried 'bout security guards appearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The dining table is covered with paper and books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108827399694259263?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108827399694259263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108827399694259263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108827399694259263' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108821475053867266</id><published>2004-06-26T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T14:09:48.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;IMU Song&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Changed the title... heehee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many IMU students out there know the IMU song? Oh, even better, KNOW OF the IMU song. I've known about its existance since orientation last year but have never heard it till a short while ago and OMG. Let's just say that my secondary school song sounded better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song reminds me of advertisements for babys' milk powder or cod liver oil, you know, the likes lah. Ermz... a little too "kiddy" for my taste. Thank goodness we don't sing it. Sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108821475053867266?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108821475053867266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108821475053867266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108821475053867266' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108815046805921009</id><published>2004-06-25T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T16:01:08.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sexy Eyes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little mosquito was buzzing around with &lt;a href="http://smallmoskito.frens.net/" target="_blank"&gt;sexy eyes&lt;/a&gt; one day... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108815046805921009?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108815046805921009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108815046805921009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108815046805921009' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108813471086255535</id><published>2004-06-25T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T12:26:20.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'> </title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dos &amp; Don'ts During PBL Sessions -- YP's version&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I didn't have enough sleep the day before and went for my previous PBL 2 session in a grouchy and super sensitive mood, so here's a list of Dos &amp; Don'ts for PBLs...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do&lt;/b&gt; LISTEN to your peers during discussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do&lt;/b&gt; attempt to prepare notes for your peers if you're presenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do&lt;/b&gt; understand what you are presenting before you even present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do&lt;/b&gt; speak in a language that people can understand. ie. Don't go on and on in jargon and don't go on and on in your terrible english. You've got problems with language, go do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't&lt;/b&gt; announce to the group (while the facci is still there) that you think they have not done their jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't&lt;/b&gt; tell your peer(s) anything remotely like "you're stupid" if they ask questions during your presentation, especially when you're the one who is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't&lt;/b&gt; call your facci by his full name because in our society, IT IS RUDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't&lt;/b&gt; just read from the recommended text, because I CAN DO THAT ON MY OWN and don't need you to present then... waste my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I like my PBL group. Most of the people, anyway... :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108813471086255535?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108813471086255535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108813471086255535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108813471086255535' title=' '/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108802020367647956</id><published>2004-06-24T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T03:50:03.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Words Of Wisdom From A Friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If he has no gun and Osama has a gun and I have a gun with 2 bullets, I'll shoot him twice" &lt;br /&gt;- Rajinder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108802020367647956?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108802020367647956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108802020367647956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108802020367647956' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108801064342215756</id><published>2004-06-24T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T01:14:06.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;What made an LT-full of M203-ians LOL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: So if the conus artery supplies the infundibulum, what supplies the vestibule?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: If I look at this side of the LT, doesn't mean I'm not talking to the other side of the LT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LT: *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: But N says that it's not labelled this way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Then N is wrong, G's cannot be wrong. It's like the bible, the koran, you cannot question it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Who is N? He is only an artist. He make very good drawings. N is 95% correct. G's has only one mistake... one small mistake only... Not significant mistake...G's is 100% correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LT: *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Don't bother about the S's wrong answers, in the test, the questions, no disputes. Because I don't like disputes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Darling readers, you won't understand what I'm talking about unless you were sitting in the auditorium somewhere between 5.15pm and 5.45pm on 23rd June 2004.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108801064342215756?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108801064342215756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108801064342215756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108801064342215756' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108796772466174957</id><published>2004-06-23T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T11:30:11.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Not-So-Smart Medical Student&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, people always have this stereotypical view about Medical Students being smart, intelligent individuals? And I have always said that it isn't true? Well, here's an incident to prove myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;At a clinic somewhere in KL on a hazy morning, 3 medical students were in the waiting area where they approached a malay lady, wearing tudung...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Med Students A, B &amp; C: Good morning, we're first year medical students from IMU... blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient: blah blah blah... my name is blah blah blah (giving a very common malay name)..blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a series of questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: So, are you a muslim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B &amp; C: *faint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient: (sounded very pissed off) I'm wearing a tudung and my name is XYZ binti ABC, of course I'm a muslim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Oh... *nod nod*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the patient refused to answer any other questions from then on. Can't blame her, I guess. I don't like talking to not-so-smart people either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Med students, smart? You think? For more info, please go to Adeline's blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108796772466174957?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108796772466174957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108796772466174957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108796772466174957' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108788484451227880</id><published>2004-06-22T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T14:18:56.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'> </title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Some Stuff I Don't Like&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Waking up a to hazy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Knowing that a friend isn't happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Seeing an unhappy person first thing in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Waking up late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Knowing that someone editted something I did without telling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will bitch about one of these to whoever I see later this afternoon. Bah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108788484451227880?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108788484451227880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108788484451227880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108788484451227880' title=' '/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108780926336706533</id><published>2004-06-21T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T17:14:23.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;It's what I gathered...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a bit of what happened in a hilarious lecture on coronary circulation today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D (in his super thick accent): The anteriour interventricular artery is the one most frequently affected in MI. Do you know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us: Noooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: Because during diastole...blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us: (scribble scribble like mad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: This is not what the books say, this is what I gathered. I don't know whether it's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us: (Totally pengz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: But I think it's right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us: (Still pengz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us love this guy, he is absolutely hilarious!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108780926336706533?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108780926336706533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108780926336706533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108780926336706533' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108778391485589584</id><published>2004-06-21T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T13:25:28.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a super short PBL and went to collect results for summative II after that. :) Everything so good so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I sent out and sms and got a reply and now I'm kinda worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Added after CSU&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take the history of a patient with MI...Conclusion after the session, my history taking skills have gone from bad to worse, super rusty (not that I'm good to begin with) today and I sounded like a robot. Bah.. not good, not good at all. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108778391485589584?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108778391485589584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108778391485589584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108778391485589584' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108773662868174975</id><published>2004-06-20T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T21:03:48.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My Mama Bought Me A Car II&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back on Thursday and the car arrived on Friday morning, so here are the pics! :) When I took them, I haven't even stuck on the road tax. My photography skills aren't very good but well... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v260/yeepei/Car1.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the front...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v260/yeepei/Car2.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and the back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108773662868174975?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108773662868174975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108773662868174975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108773662868174975' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108740914785922327</id><published>2004-06-17T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T02:05:47.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Community Clinic Visit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a few of my batchmates blogged about their clinic visits and I guess being the i-dun-wanna-be-left-out me, I'll do the same. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been to a government hospital as a patient and have never been in a Klinik Kesihatan (Community Clinic) my whole life, so yeah, this was a whole new experience. Lots to see, but nothing to do... so it was hours of looking. The nurses and doctors were very nice to this bunch of pesky students, I think. Considering we had loads of question and seemed always to be in the way, no matter how hard we pasted ourselves against the walls. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the only thing worth blogging about was what happened in the treatment room. Patients were sent there to have their blood sample taken and my oh my... weren't the kids scared. They cried the moment they saw the needles. Eekz! HP and I had to hold down a little boy and I swear after his ordeal, he looked at me with 2 big eyes as if to say "You're EVIL" *gulp* He was staring and staring at me from outside the room for quite some time!!! A claims that the little boy will have nightmares of me that night, well... I hope not. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108740914785922327?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108740914785922327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108740914785922327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108740914785922327' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108721254447910957</id><published>2004-06-14T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T19:29:04.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Crazy Day Ahead&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I posting again??? (Yeah, a bit too many posts for one day eh?) 'Cos I don't think I'll be posting tomorrow or even the day after. I (and some others) will be going for our community clinic visit tomorrow. Yours truly is going to a certain somewhere which I'll call "DK". (Yesh, those who know will know where I mean lah) No idea what it's like. Seniors say that it's boring, batchmates who went say that it was pretty fun. Everyone there is supposedly very nice and friendly except for a certain someone. But I guess I'll see tomorrow lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I have to get down to the LRT station at 7 in the morning so that we can meet at the other LRT station at 8.15. Wei... 7 in the morning... means I'll be up at 6.15. YIKES!!! Sigh. Long day tomorrow... (as if today wasn't long enough).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108721254447910957?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108721254447910957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108721254447910957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108721254447910957' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108720416080995989</id><published>2004-06-14T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T19:20:27.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;A Crazy Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Extra CSU. Took us a long time to call the Dr and ended up dragging the whole session till after 10.20am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Re-scheduled PBL frm 8.30am to 10.00am but from no. 1, you'll know that I got to PBL late (with half the PBL group) 'cos I was stuck in CSU. Very surprised that Dr L didn't get pissed off with us and walked off earlier on. (hey, we were about half an hour late!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kena bullied by that dumb A during PBL. HRMPH. But PBL today was pretty fun, everyone was in a crazy mood. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Debated on "This house would include interviews in admission process to critical courses in public universities." Don't ask me why this topic, was supposed to do it last week but due to unforseen circumstances, we didn't get to do it. Anyway, everyone was late, I was on the side I didn't really wanna be on. And I sucked lah. I know it isn't anything new buden (wif a single d) yea.. I'm a terrible debater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Went for lecture... and promptly fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Linked Xiao_zhai, better known as Xiao or Big Xiao by the M203-ians&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108720416080995989?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108720416080995989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108720416080995989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108720416080995989' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108718542952284396</id><published>2004-06-14T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T11:57:09.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I paid car car a visit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing the stuff I was home to do on Sunday morning, mom brought me to pay my car a visit. Why a "visit"? Why isn't it HOME? Well... originally, I was supposed to get pa's number plate remember? Budden, lots of problems so I won't be getting it anymore. Maybe my next car lah (that'll be in many years' time, I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we travelled all the way from Kulai to JB and back up to Tampoi to have a look at the car. It's like visiting a friend in prison, he can't come out!!! :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my car's ready and waiting for the paperwork to be done before it can go home. Hai... Maybe my next trip home, it'll be waiting for me??? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108718542952284396?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108718542952284396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108718542952284396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108718542952284396' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108705630074043233</id><published>2004-06-13T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T00:05:00.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Link!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just added a new link, Trueblue. :) It's a blog by a senior who graduated recently and is now a HO. Very interesting read if you're interested in what happens in the life of a HO. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108705630074043233?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108705630074043233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108705630074043233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108705630074043233' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108702417841625181</id><published>2004-06-12T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T15:09:38.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Taboos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in morals class on Thursday, sitting through a presentation on sexuality when someone commented that "hey, why is it that they use asterisks everytime they want to use the word fuck or penis?" And that set me thinking, why are words like these considered offensive or rather, taboo. I mean, in the most literal sense, fuck means &lt;i&gt;to have sexual intercourse with&lt;/i&gt; while penis refers to an anatomical part of the male body. So... why is it wrong to use these words? Yes, there's no denying that society has been conditioned to view certain words as taboo and my question is... WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I feel that these words, if used in the proper context is alright. Take for example, "fuck" does not always have to be used as a swear word right? (or does it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, as usual, YP is thinking a little too much about things. Haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108702417841625181?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108702417841625181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108702417841625181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108702417841625181' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108678179383827490</id><published>2004-06-09T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T19:49:53.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Orientation M2/04&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just picked out the committee slightly more than an hour ago. :) I'm not going to reveal anything much here.. just wanna say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every single member of the Orientation M2/04 Committee, ALL THE BEST!!! Let's do this thing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108678179383827490?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108678179383827490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108678179383827490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108678179383827490' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108676754965305216</id><published>2004-06-09T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T15:52:29.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My Mama Bought Me A Car&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know, everyone around me have heard of this. But hey, I'm super happy, super excited ah.. :) And.. this is my blog, so er.. if I gonna repeat what I've been telling everyone around me, it's my right, right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so... &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAMA BOUGHT ME A CAR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; It's a silver metallic Hyundai Getz.. 1.6, I think. :) Yay!!! I gonna have my own car soon!!! The number plate is real nice too! (It's Papa's old number plate.) I'll post a pic of it (the car) when I get to see it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna have the car in KL all that soon though, but yeah, one fine day it'll be in KL. *grinz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108676754965305216?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108676754965305216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108676754965305216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108676754965305216' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108668431554904129</id><published>2004-06-08T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T16:51:18.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Some stuff to look at... although a little late&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bits in black italics are from an article in NST. If you're interested in the whole article, it can be found &lt;a href="http://www.nst.com.my/Current_News/NST/Monday/Columns/20040607113926/Article/indexb_html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Government also decided to hire more lecturers from Commonwealth countries to maintain the ideal teacher-student ratio of 1:6. One must appreciate the significance of the Government's swift intervention when one considers the shortage of doctors in government clinics and hospitals.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't the government realise that to solve the problem of shortage of doctors, one easy method is to improve working conditions of doctors in government clinics and hospitals? Increasing the number of lecturers, hence the number of medical students, does not solve the problem!!! In time to come, new-doctors-turned-experienced-doctors will still leave for the private sector. Many medical students say that they are not in it for the money, but face it, in time to come, one will be attracted by higher income and of course, much better working conditions right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nevertheless, at the back of one's mind lies some questions. Friends, including a few doctors, have raised these questions: Do these students know what they are in for? Are they interested? Was there pressure from parents and relatives? There are medical students who feel faint at the sight of blood, and yet they want to be doctors.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its important to have the correct reasons or at least develop the correct reasons in time to come. Personally, I have my reasons for wanting to do medicine and well, I pray that these reasons are good enough ones that'll keep me motivated enough to graduate and to become a good dr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Having also been a university lecturer for almost four years, I've seen students regretting studying medicine even after reaching their final year. If you study hard enough, anyone can pass the medical course. "But to work as a doctor is different. A classmate left to study engineering after the first year. Another junior of mine left to study law after passing the first year. "When I worked in England, there were students sent to do a week's attachment in a busy hospital after applying to study medicine. "One of two students who followed me withdrew after seeing what life is like for a doctor. If you give all these aspiring 128 doctors a one-week stint in a busy government hospital, and then follow one of the medical officers on their rounds, I would not be surprised if you get more than a few withdrawals.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No amount of warning will prepare a student for what's to come their way, I think. Yupz, maybe showing people what they are getting themselves into will be a good idea. But once again, I believe that if you have good reasons for choosing to the do course (medicine or otherwise), you'll persevere.. yes?&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/3737519-108668431554904129?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108668431554904129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108668431554904129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108668431554904129' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108667138563042276</id><published>2004-06-08T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T13:56:45.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;How You Know Students Like The Lecturer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He comes in for a lecture after more than 3 months and the batch starts applauding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Words on his notes slant at different angles, diagrams are not clear but we think it's great notes anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Rumours about his position in jeopardy appear and people start signing petitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Says strange things in lectures but people tolerate him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The only lecture after lunch with more than 3 quarter of the class awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Heehee, the IMU pple might know who I'm talking about right? :P Just thought it was kinda funny the way almost everyone likes his lectures.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108667138563042276?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108667138563042276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108667138563042276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108667138563042276' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108659736374954859</id><published>2004-06-07T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T16:36:03.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Teenagers Reach Out Via Weblogs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from Grace who saw it &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/technology/3774389.stm" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He also found that not only did teenage bloggers write a lot more than would be expected, they were also using the blogs as a form of "self-therapy". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Blogs are an area for self expression&lt;/b&gt;. It gives them a space to be candid or personal where they don't usually have. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say that it blogging gives me a space to be candid or personal where I don't usually have. My friends will know that I'm crazy anywhere. :P But yeah, it is a place for self expression and I appreciate this. I don't know if I ever mentioned this in my blog but when I'm really really upset (including the times when I'm having PMS) I'll blog. My posts at that time doesn't have to be related to why I'm upset, it's just nice knowing that there's somewhere where I can yak and yak and yak and no one will tell me to shuddup.&lt;br /&gt;&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/3737519-108659736374954859?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108659736374954859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108659736374954859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108659736374954859' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108632037919113294</id><published>2004-06-04T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T11:39:39.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the movie with 21 other friends yesterday at Sunway Pyramid. Heh heh. Why? 'Cos it was day the movie opened and we happen to have no lectures yesterday. So, a big big group of us went for the movie and ended up at Murni (SS2) for a mamak session. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the movie... I wouldn't say it's a bad movie but it's not a terribly good one either. Don't go with very high expectations and you'll be fine. Unlike the previous 2 Harry Potter movies, this one doesn't quite follow the book closely. The general idea is there but Harry Potter fans will definitly miss the finer details we love so much. By the way, BUCKBEAK IS SO CUTE. :P (Yeah, I've got a strange definition of cute-ness, btw).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the AFTER movie... we went to Murni at SS2 for dinner+supper, er.. dinper? Tried to Mango Special (Grace's recommendation) and Cheese Naan. The Mango Special was G-R-E-A-T!!! So er.. mango-ish!!! Yummy. What I really really loved about it, however, was the big jug they put it in and when you dig into it, you'll find all kinda fruits. MmmmMmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108632037919113294?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108632037919113294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108632037919113294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108632037919113294' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108631944142506114</id><published>2004-06-04T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T11:24:01.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;First Post In June&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, take a peek at the dates... this is the 4th day since my previous post!!! Ok, I'm getting a little lazy and life is getting a little boring but still as busy as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you'll probably know from my previous post, I started on CVS this week. My first system course. I guess everything's pretty OK, in fact, I'm kinda enjoying it... it's just the shitty timetable. 2.45 to 6.15 kinda lectures is really not my cup of tea. Well, too bad lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came from CSU. Not CVS's CSU though, just general physical examination. 2nd CSU on this topic, hee, in fact, I realised I didn't blog about my 1st one. Pretty interesting, I think. :) Heng ah... we didn't get scolded today. Could see that Dr A was kinda pissed off with us not knowing our stuff and our dumb questions. Thank goodness he realised that we're silly semester 2s and let us off. *phew* Super long session today though, almost 3 hours. Learnt a lot a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess today's a pretty good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108631944142506114?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108631944142506114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108631944142506114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108631944142506114' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108599780055814178</id><published>2004-05-31T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T18:03:20.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;3 Simple Steps to Make 100 + Students Frustrated&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Arrange the timetable such that there's PBL at 8.30am, nothing from 10am to 2.45 and lectures from 2.45 to 6.15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Provide notes that students can't read 'cos everything is just too small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ensure that the aircon in the LT is switched off during lecture. (Yeah, you can keep the corridor aircon on if you like.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ok, now everyone knows that my first day in CVS wasn't all that wonderful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108599780055814178?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108599780055814178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108599780055814178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108599780055814178' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108596959399537938</id><published>2004-05-31T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T10:16:52.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;It&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was...A waste of time in primary school, a waste of results in secondary school, a waste of sleep in junior college but it was very much a major part of my life. It played a major role in my development. It gave me opportunities to follow, to lead and to organize. It taught me what the word "respect" truly meant, that &lt;i&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Rank&lt;/b&gt; is something you wear, &lt;b&gt;Appointment&lt;/b&gt; is something you hold and &lt;b&gt;Respect&lt;/b&gt; is something you earn."&lt;/i&gt; Above all else, it taught me much about friendship, that true friends go through thick and thin together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After more than 10 months of abscence, I went for an RCY training last Saturday. It was strange to see my batchmates' names high in the orbat chart, to see all of us wearing the PCO rank. But the most amazing of all, was to see how much we have all grown since day 1 as HQ instructors. Those days, we looked upon our seniors in awe and were, in a way, afraid of them. Now, they are our friends and good ones too! Those days, we were unsure of ourselves, not knowing how to, basically, be instructors. Now, we stand with confidence in front of the cadets, as if to instruct is our second instinct. Those days, we were guided. Now, we take it upon ourselves to guide the younger ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I wake up at 5am on a Saturday morning to make a 2 hours trip to do something I don't have to? The reason is simple. I miss something I left behind when I left in August. I miss the friends, the environment, all in all, I miss RCY. I can safely say that I wasn't much help, soncidering I left minutes before there was an activity that I could help in, but just being there was enough for me. It had been a long while since I last donned the uniform and I felt strange in it. Yet, this most uncomfortable piece of clothing I own made me feel good. Sitting in the rec room with friends all around brought back many fond memories. However, the one thing I miss most can never be found again. Training department is now a thing of the past. People who have never been part of this wonderful department will never understand the melancholy that overcomes us sometimes we we think of the "good old days". Initially, we thought a change in structure only meant a change in name for our beloved department but that was not the case. With the abolition of departments, many seniors and batchmates have left. The bond between LD people is different from that found in TD. The way things are done have changed, courses have changed, our expectations of cadets have changed. I don't like these changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This short return to RCY taught me that changes were inevitable. It showed me that the frienship I forged in RC still exist. A special thank you to Andy Sir for allowing me to go down, to Doreen Ma'am (I seldom call you ma'am, so appreciate it k?) for jio-ing in the first place, to Viz Sir, Louis Sir, Mel, JF, YH and GX for making me feel at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To the those who don't know, RCY = Red Cross Youth (aka my "family" in Singapore). So what did I do on Saturday? In short, I made a trip to Red Cross campsite in Singapore and joined my friends who were organising a course for unit leaders.&lt;/i&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/3737519-108596959399537938?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108596959399537938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108596959399537938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108596959399537938' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108587953617278574</id><published>2004-05-30T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T09:44:36.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Star&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got listed in The Star's Education section. Yippee!! The story is that... a while ago, I (and Raj too!) recieved an email from The Star for an interview regarding our blogs. We both tried replying but the email bounced. Last week, Raj sent an email to them again and we were told that the interview has already been done and that they'll try to include our urls in their article. True to their word, we see our urls in the papers today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Post about Saturday will be up by tomorrow. Reason? Streamyx died on me (now I'm using Jaring's dial up). I'll post from uni tomorrow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108587953617278574?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108587953617278574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108587953617278574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108587953617278574' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108562819676529727</id><published>2004-05-27T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T11:23:16.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Blogs People Read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What blogs do I read? Hmm... you see the list of links on the left hand side? I go to most of them every day... well, ALMOST everyday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What blogs does Sheena read? This girl... has recently added a very disturbing blog to her "must reads". Has anyone ever been to sixthseals.com? Yeah.. that's the one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to Sheena: Read only ahz, dun become like him ah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108562819676529727?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108562819676529727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108562819676529727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108562819676529727' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108562133312610186</id><published>2004-05-27T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T10:53:50.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Things People Say&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com.my/news/archives/story.asp?ppath=\2004\5\24&amp;file=/2004/5/24/nation/8050744&amp;sec=nation" target="_blank"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; article found on star is disturbing. Thank you Grace, for pointing out the article. &lt;i&gt;Me thinks Grace should start a blog.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;quote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;Furore over remark on rape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KOTA KINABALU: Women group leaders here are incensed over an off-colour remark about rape and are asking Kota Kinabalu Umno pro tem chief Roselan Juhar to retract his words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A local newspaper here quoted Sabah Muslim Women Lawyers Association president Fatimah Wattie Abu Bakar as saying that Roselan had remarked among others that &lt;b&gt;“if you cannot fight rape, better lie down and enjoy it”.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roselan attributed the remark to Confucius when opening a legal literacy seminar for women on Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The report also quoted Fatimah as saying that Roselan had &lt;b&gt;also suggested rape victims should be psychologically assessed as to whether they enjoyed the incident.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatimah said Roselan’s remarks were outrageous and an insult to women, particularly rape victims. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabah Umno information chief Datuk Dayang Mahani Ahmad Raffae in calling for Roselan to withdraw his remarks said that such statements were “insensitive”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“These remarks were uncalled for,” she said yesterday after a meeting here with Prime Minister Datuk Seri Abdullah Ahmad Badawi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayang Mahani said the question of a woman “enjoying” being raped was wrong as it was something that was done against her will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she was disappointed over such remarks that were uttered at a time when the country was grappling with an increasing incidence of rape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roselan could not be reached for comment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/quote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another thing to add, someone once told me that a reason why rape victims suffer from guilt is that they orgasm during the ordeal. BUT... does orgasm = enjoyment in this case? One is physical, one is psychological. Someone should go rape Roselan.. and we'll see how he can lie down and enjoy it. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108562133312610186?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108562133312610186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108562133312610186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108562133312610186' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108553636995653247</id><published>2004-05-26T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T09:53:38.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Being Yourself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the internet, we find that we can be anyone we like behind the computer. Not only on blogs but on forums and chatroom and instant messengers as well. (That's why mummys and daddys always tell their kids "don't meet up with net friends!!! must be careful!!!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does make me wonder, why do you want to be someone you're not. As in, why impersonate a famous person or someone of a certain profession or social status? Isn't it better, and EASIER, to just be yourself? Hmm... It makes people you "talk to" on the net feel cheated. As in, no one likes to be lied to right? Sigh. I think some people need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whoever knows who I'm talking about, please don't mention the name here. Thanks.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108553636995653247?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108553636995653247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108553636995653247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108553636995653247' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108537451380418527</id><published>2004-05-24T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T12:58:21.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;*Sobz*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main gist of this post goes like this: "Elena neber link me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, another of my batchmates started a blog (someone's gonna ask me why IMU students so much time on hand..heh heh). That "someone" is &lt;a href="http://fakduplife.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Elena&lt;/a&gt;, this cute and adorable girl from M203. She linked Sheena, Raj, Evelyn, Ken Rhee, Shi Ching, Collin, Adeline and Jody, but SHE NEBER LINK ME!!! *wails* Nevermind.. I'll link her anyway. You'll find her under Med Peepz's Fakduplife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108537451380418527?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108537451380418527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108537451380418527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108537451380418527' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108520833159564735</id><published>2004-05-22T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T14:48:07.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hai2 You3 Ming2 Tian1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pretty depressed since results were released on Thursday, even thought of giving up the notion of becoming a doctor. I've never done so badly in a paper before, well, maybe I have, yeah, I have... the first E Maths test in Sec 1. Well, that was 7 years ago. Heard Guang Liang's "Hai You Ming Tian" on the radio this morning and somehow, something in me just clicked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so great about this particular song? Well, let me attempt to explain. It's actually the theme song of a Singaporean serial drama set in a paediatrics ward, about children who are critically ill. (Hmm, it's only as I type this that I remember that the show's set in a medical setting, haha, I guess it's just a coincidence.) The show told of how some children manage to overcome all odds just to lead a normal life. The song told of ambitions and accomplishing them, about not giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the bouts of depression and pessimistic notions are gone now, at least thrown far away in a corner. Right now, I'm just going to work hard for Summative II. Community Medicine, Pharmacology and a little Pathology. I'm sure I can do it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108520833159564735?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108520833159564735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108520833159564735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108520833159564735' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108513047451984477</id><published>2004-05-21T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T17:07:54.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Time Waster&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ferryhalim.com/orisinal/g3/frog.htm" target="_blank"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is super cute. heehee. Saw it in the kvpug forum. :) Yeah... the last thing I need now is a time waster, but well, a little fun doesn't hurt sometimes right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108513047451984477?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108513047451984477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108513047451984477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108513047451984477' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108511197290372777</id><published>2004-05-21T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T12:01:06.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mamaks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thingsasian.com/goto_article/article.1348.html" target="_blank"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; got my attention and inspired me to blog about Mamaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very much a part of the Malaysian culture, especially among the younger ones, to "go mamak" late at night. "Go mamak" means to go for supper at food outlets operated by Indian Muslims (most of the time). These outlets serve a variety of food like roti canai (known in JB &amp; Singapore as roti prata), murtabak, maggi goreng etc. And of course, a equally wide variety of drinks. I'm not going to do any advertising here, if you want more info 'bout mamaks (which most probably means you're not Malaysian) go read the article lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from munching on rotis and drinking teh-o ais, a lot of chatting also goes on there. I remember, most fondly, how a whole bunch of us go to mamak almost everyday before Summative 1 in Sem 1. It'll be pretty late at night, when we're at "saturation point" and needed a break. Yupz, we'll bring our notes out with us but what happens at Mamak is we'll be lamenting about how stressful life is and end up having a Q&amp;A session. We even went to Mamak the day before the paper!!! And we were sitting at the roadside, waiting for friends when some seniors appeared and sat down with us, giving us last minute tips. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, we go out for supper less often and even when we do, less people go. I wonder what happening to our group. Hai...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108511197290372777?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108511197290372777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108511197290372777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108511197290372777' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108510417426308535</id><published>2004-05-21T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T09:49:45.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;SRC Elections III&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Election results are in. Well, they have been "in" since yesterday but I didn't blog 'bout it. Only 3 of the 9 candidates from my batch got in. &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://jodygoh.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Jody&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for Treasurer, &lt;strong&gt;Grace&lt;/strong&gt; for Social Concerns Rep and &lt;strong&gt;Rahman&lt;/strong&gt; for Culture and Religion Rep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I happy with the results? Well, yes and no. Some people that I thought deserved to get in, didn't. Some people who I thought did not deserve to get in, did not either. :) Overall, it's more to the happy side, I guess. Read more 'bout it from Sheena's point of view &lt;a href="http://m203.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108510417426308535?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108510417426308535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108510417426308535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108510417426308535' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108503698589603711</id><published>2004-05-20T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T16:05:08.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Links alert!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New links under Med Peepz, nopez, not talking about &lt;a href="http://eugeniacyp.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Eugenia&lt;/a&gt; although, yeah, that's a relatively new link. Oh yeah, Eugenia is my batchmate from IMU and I got her link from &lt;a href="http://rajinder.gandhara.org" target="blank"&gt;Raj&lt;/a&gt; (yeah, forgot to credit him the last time). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, new link new link!!! &lt;a href="http://kaizesan.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Kaizesan&lt;/a&gt; is by another student from IMU. &lt;a href="http://sheenapunya.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Sheena&lt;/a&gt; was the one who got him into starting a blog. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108503698589603711?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108503698589603711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108503698589603711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108503698589603711' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108503482118874830</id><published>2004-05-20T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T15:12:37.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Double Standards&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time last semester, after M203 had our Summative I in semester 1, we had a dialogue session with a member of the academic stuff, I'll refer to that particular person as Prof here. Nah, this post is not against Prof in anyway, just well, the session was with Prof so Prof's gonna appear here in my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is there anything you will like to bring to my attention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M203-ian: Prof, can we do away with the negative marking system? Many of us lost marks during Summative I due to negative marking for MCQs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: No, negative marking is done in all medical schools and it is important that as medical students, you know that you cannot take chances. Right now it affects your results, in future, it might be your patients' life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I agree with that. It is important that we don't just "tembak", be it now or in future. Yeah... my grades sucks (just got back my results today) and much of it is due to negative marking. But, we do have to learn, at this stage, NOT TO TEMBAK. Ok... that settled we went back thinking "oh, wth, just have to study hard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo.. guess what happened this semester!!! The M104s don't have negative marking in their exams. Is the school trying to make results seem better than they truly are? Is this a sign that standards are going down down down??? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one more thing... today, M104s, M203s and M103s got back results of our most recent tests (or exams, whatever you wanna call it). M203s and M103s have more than a hundred failures (that means more than 50% of each cohort) while M104s have over 100 As, I dare to say that this is the first time in recent history that there are hundred over As in a semester 1's summative I. No, I'm not doubting the Sem 1s' capabilities... just an interesting fact, don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108503482118874830?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108503482118874830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108503482118874830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108503482118874830' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108484895818557219</id><published>2004-05-18T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T11:52:32.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;SRC Elections II&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just cast my votes for the elections. :) Didn't really have a hard time today since I've more or less made my decision before hand. *grinz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't like the backstabbing going on behind the elections. Hrmph. So what did I do??? Well, 'cos I don't like backstabbing or people that backstab, for that matter, I voted for the one who wasn't involved!!! Yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Dr T came into the LT today.. and told us that more than 50% of the cohort failed Summative I. Die die die. Well, I know I'm one of those who failed, cummon, I couldn't even answer 50% of the questions!!! Let's not even talk about hitting the 65% mark! Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, happier news... &lt;a href="http://eugeniacyp.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Eugenia&lt;/a&gt; has a blog!!! Welcome to the blogging world, Eugenia!!! :)&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/3737519-108484895818557219?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108484895818557219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108484895818557219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108484895818557219' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108477920490170841</id><published>2004-05-17T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T15:40:33.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;SRC Elections&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRC elections is the main thing going on in school these days. What's SRC? Well, its &lt;b&gt;Student Representative Council&lt;/b&gt;. Some people know it as Students' Council. I'll be voting for those who are think are good but most of my votes will go to my batchmates, I think. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My batchmates set up a site known as &lt;a href="http://www.imustudents.com" target="_blank"&gt;IMUStudents.com&lt;/a&gt;. It's something they plan to propose to the school, you see and it's an avenue for students of IMU (Phase I, Phase II and Pharmacy alike) to interact. I've got a bunch of questions though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do we want the website?&lt;br /&gt;2. Looking at the forum on the &lt;a href="http://beam.to/imupda" target="_blank"&gt;IMU PDA User Group&lt;/a&gt;, what makes anyone so sure that IMUStudents.com will be fully utilised? (No offense to the seniors who set up the PDA user grp)&lt;br /&gt;3. With the IMU server down every now and then, and most of us surfing the net in school only, how are we going to access the site?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I sound negative BUT I like the idea of the website just that... well... these are questions I feel need to be answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, super disappointed today when my question to the vice-pres candidate wasn't answered (for a second time), somehow, I don't care whether it's time for Q&amp;A, it's such a basic question, the person should have addressed it in his speech! Bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108477920490170841?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108477920490170841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108477920490170841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108477920490170841' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108476419231641327</id><published>2004-05-17T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T15:45:09.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Nursing Week -- Reflections&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised to blog about emotions due to Nursing Week... and have decided to do it in a question and answer style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Are we morbid?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A says that we're a morbid buncha people. Put it this way, during our free time, quite a few of us went like "let's go to forensics!!! let's go! I wanna see post mortem... I hope there's one going on there" But.. HEY PEOPLE!!! If there's a post mortem going on in there, maybe there's also the family members crying outside! To us, a human being died, to the family, a loved one left them!!! Sometimes, I wonder what's going on in our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Are we insensitive?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add the answer from question 1 here. And... Poor old lady with big gigantic wound, pain pain pain. Nurse cleaning wound, changing dressing. Buncha medical students gathered around watching. WTH! Similarly, poor guy's suffering, doc comes with a buncha medical students from clinical sch... doc ask med students buncha qns.. scold students for being dumb. As if that's not enuff, another buncha med students from pre-clinical ask doc for permission to observe as well. Remind me never ever to get myself admitted to a teaching hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Are we scary?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids seem to think so. Just try wearing your white coat and approaching a patient from paeds and observe his reaction. I thought I was a monster. Heh, but well... haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's it. My conclusion?? We're a buncha morbid and insensitive people. I hate myself sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys have to say about this post?? Really looking forward to comments, don't disappoint me ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108476419231641327?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108476419231641327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108476419231641327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108476419231641327' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108453225772379279</id><published>2004-05-14T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T18:57:37.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Nursing Attachment II&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to &lt;a href="aciduloustsc.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Acidulous&lt;/a&gt; and SH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, why is the post dedicated to both of them??? Well, because something happened to both of them today which is largely similar to what happened to a group of us. *sheepish grin* Kena scolded lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. on to my post (mostly 'bout getting scolded). Let's just say, thank goodness for great doctors, great nurses and great seniors and er... someone made a mistake in creating the not-so-nice ones lahz. Today was the first time I got scolded by someone, in which after *count fingers* more than 8 hours, I still have no idea WHY I got scolded. I bet that's the case with the rest as well. Let's just say that we were innocently standing down there, observing (like what we were supposed to do) what was going on in the ward... saw a doc leading a buncha clinical sch seniors... asked for permission to observe... less than 5 minutes later, kena. We didn't move or make a sound but we're the "clowns from bukit jalil with no discipline" Grr... Ok, I'm not going to take it to heart, it is, after all, most probably the first of many many MANY scoldings I'll get (in front of a patient too!). Acid &amp; SH's case was slightly different but they were just as innocent. Haiz, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CH, A and YW and another 4 others got to go into the OT and observe operations!!! Hrmph! I'm jealous. Well, nmind, in time to come I'll get my chance too! We went to forensics (again) and this time 'round, we were told that a new body came in earlier in the day and if we had been there a few hours earlier, we could have seen it. Apparently, it's a 4 days old body which people discovered 'cos of the smell. Don't you think it's really really sad if you die and people only find you after FOUR days??? Well, that's life I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had a lot of first-times for all of us. Got to see much more than we did yesterday and had some hands on also. The weather was also kind to us. Overall, a not-too-bad day. (Yeah, not too bad, despite the scolding)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108453225772379279?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108453225772379279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108453225772379279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108453225772379279' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108445170794527981</id><published>2004-05-13T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T20:35:07.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Cohabilitation &amp; Pre-marital Sex and Whether Religion is Outdated&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended the IRF (Inter Religion Forum) after coming back from Sban and realising that the school server is down (again!). Yeah, so it was a back up kind of thing but I must say that I didn't regret going and would certainly have regretted NOT going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like what the topic says, the forum's discussion was on cohabilitation and pre-marital sex and whether religion is still relevant today. I must say it was a very intriguing session and was surprised with what the penalists had to say. I thought they'll just say "no no no, God's against it" but they analysed stuff and one of the speakers even say that his religion is fine with cohabilitation and even on premarital sex, depending on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A had some very good penalists, I must say. Very objective bunch of people, hardly the typical hard core religious fanatics I expected. :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108445170794527981?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108445170794527981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108445170794527981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108445170794527981' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108445001373437862</id><published>2004-05-13T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T20:21:42.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Nursing Attachment I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is part one 'cos I've got another day at Seremban hospital tomorrow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was OK-boring. As in, well, we didn't get much hands on, but we got to see many things. Nothing spectacular, mainly what happens in a hospital on a normal thursday and mostly what the nurses do. :) I also came to realise that the reasons for why certain things are done in a certain way... is common sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was super duper hot. And, walking around in a white coat in a non-airconditioned area on a super duper hot day is NOT FUN, not fun at all. (Really respect all the staff and of course the clinical sch seniors... how do they stay sane in a situation like that). The ward sister was nice and taught us many things. :) I'm kinda relieved that we got someone nice. Heehee. Well, she had many student nurses around, so we didn't get to do much since er... so many students, not everyone gets hands on rightz???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around a bit, saw some familiar faces and was for a moment surprised. Then realised that since I'm sem 2 and some sem 5s progress to sem 6s by going to seremban, I was being kinda dumb. :P Walked around a bit more, went to forensics, actually. But, I think that'll be another post where I'll talk about emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Today's session (and I think tomorrow's will as well) aroused a lot of emotions in me. I'll blog about it when I've thought things through. Stay tuned, ya?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108445001373437862?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108445001373437862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108445001373437862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108445001373437862' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108444918797038197</id><published>2004-05-13T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T20:24:59.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Staying Over&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryn celebrated her 21st B'day and a whole bunch of us were invited to the party in Seremban. Since some of us had to be at seremban hospital the following day (ie. today) we stayed over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.00am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokia phone: ti ti ti ti ti ti......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YP: *gets up and turns the dumb thing off* Oi, SH, wake up. You wanna shower right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SH: Er.. ah.. ok. *sits up* (Ok, super surprising, considering the pig she normally is)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;All the girls were ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YP: *knock on guys rm door, enters* ehz... *seeing no response, turns on lights*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys: *All 4 sat up, all 4 of them had their hair styled like porcupines*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acidulous: *looks into Caryn's room hair still looking like a porcupine* Caryn, .... (didn't catch what he asked, too busy laffing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls: ROTFLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys: *all done up with hair combed and ties on*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion &gt;&gt;&gt; Guys look strange and hardly "presentable" when they just got up, ahh.. that's the reason why someone invented HAIR GEL!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108444918797038197?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108444918797038197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108444918797038197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108444918797038197' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108430019985331167</id><published>2004-05-12T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T02:29:59.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;New Interface&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading blogs and found that there are a lot of people out there who blogged about blogger.com's new interface so I figured that I'll blog on it too! (Herd mentality lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupz, blogger.com has a NEW INTERFACE!!! (Everyone, this is the cue to clap and cheer) *applause* Heehee. It looks pretty, lotsa new templates to choose from (although I don't use blogger's templates anyway) and they claim that it's more user friendly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the question is, does YP like it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drum rolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nopez!!! :P Well, maybe I just don't like changes. I still prefer the old blogger, that's what I call user friendly. Hrmph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108430019985331167?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108430019985331167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108430019985331167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108430019985331167' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108427425577644840</id><published>2004-05-11T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T19:28:16.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Too Tired To Blog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent almost the whole day sweeping and mopping and wiping... I'm so tired. Sheesh. The apt looks so clean but well, LOOK is the keyword here. Anyway, the only purpose of this post is to tell the world that JODY HAS A BLOG!!! Yay! Another blogger in my batch. *grinz* Yupz, that means another link under med peepz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note: The M203-ians out there who want to start blogging but don't want to maintain your own blog or don't know how to start one or just wanna try out first, let me know and maybe you can start out in the M203 blog first? Heehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108427425577644840?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108427425577644840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108427425577644840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108427425577644840' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737519.post-108417916871248311</id><published>2004-05-10T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T17:49:00.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Does Life Get More Boring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch, I've got a headache... from a long boring session. Yikes. Pharmaco lab just ended and omg, was it boring. Apart from learning about the nature of agonist and antagonists, I realise that I can push my level of patience to a new height. :P It was a session of repeating and repeating what we're doing over and over again... for 2 hours. Zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today, I went down to CSU to get myself prepared for the nursing attachment coming up later in the week. Things went OK and I hope I don't get into trouble when I go down to Sban. :P The first batch just came back from their first day at Sban and they say it had been a tiring day. Hmm... I wonder how it'll be like when it's my turn. Well... I'll only know later this week lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After CSU, I went for lunch with SH, &lt;a href="http://aciduloustsc.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Acidulous&lt;/a&gt; and YL ... And we agreed that Acid's sis is super pretty and Acid.. well.. let's just say that her parents gave all the good looking genes to the sister lah. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737519-108417916871248311?l=yeepei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108417916871248311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737519/posts/default/108417916871248311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeepei.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108417916871248311' title=''/><author><name>YeePei</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></entry></feed>
