Final Yr Project Presentation!

last sat n sun (1&2 Apr) was the final yr project presentation for the DVM5s!! oh wow.. after such a torture in researching, we finali got the chance to boast abt our project! hehe.. tat's the very optimistic version to describe how we felt. the practical version is of course.. "tension! stress! gila!!".

generally, i conclude this project as the best my class ever presented(compared to comprehensive), for most of us. coz, in comprehensive, most of us read the script n dun care a single thing whether the audience existed or not.. and the projected questions during Q n A session usually dun get the answers. while in this project, most of us presented very smartly, it is as though a sales man talking abt his product, and i was truly amazed, *salute!* and the best part was the questionin n answering.. most of us answered the right thing..
and these made the presentation ever more interesting!

here are a few interesting snaps for you to ponder on. hehe.. courtesy of Mr. Ting - the official technician of DVM5 2006. =) free advertisement for him.. good buddy ma.. :P

so these is the line of ppl who loved the Q n A session to the maximum... ;) look at their gesture and body language. haha. .to make life more interesting, enlarge their pic n zoom into their faces. ;p










n the judges of Group B were saying.. "hmm.. hmm.. oh ya kah? oh wow.. beautiful... haaa.a.." can anyone explain wat made Prof T smile tat way? n do take a look at mr macho beside prof T. and the audience was magnificient! ;) all kinds of ppl askd questions.. n of course.. many were planted ones as well. ;)



and this was me..
and this Mr Syahar - the bird guy..






oh wow.. when did these superbs sneak into DVM5?! they've been disguising under the name of L---, P---Y--- and F----! how dare!








and that's the -END-


Let's celebrate!! ;D yahoo!!!

it's the final countdown!

oh gosh.. it's already been a month since i last blogged! do forgive me (for my frequent visitors, hehe). life wasn't busy nor hectic.. but just couldn't find an urge to blog. right now, i'm doing discussions, revisions everyday.. relaxin n sleeping at the same time.. eating... nae.. not much variety to eat.

it's now 20days to go, until my comprehensive exam, where i will be tested on every single little detail i learned since first year, right to the end of fifth year. wow.. worse than PMR.. SPM.. but i still vote STPM tougher than this. no play play with stp..

so i won't update much here.. just a few announcements.. first abt my looming exams.. secondly, i'm graduatin! haha.. tat's after i pass the exams of course. thirdly, i'm scheduled for a sabah trip in may. ngek ngek.. finali get a chance to smell sabah.. fourthly, i'm moving back to kB!!! oh... finally.. ;)

till then.. cheers! ;)

Av Influenza Surveillance

Last Thu I received a call from Unc Ash, " Ei, Pamela. Come to DSV (main faculty hall) at 1.45pm. Emergency. Must come." It was 1.40pm.

So I quickly returned all the patient files to the front office (clinic registrar) and headed to DSV. Thr, my class was told to join the Avian Influenza Surveillance Team, and we were to stay at Institut Pengurusan veterinar at Cheras, probably for a duration of 1 week. It was not a good news, (at least to me) for I had already lined up the list of "things to do when I go back KB". But it's ok.

"Berkhidmat untuk negara!" "Mari kita berjuang!" I heard my classmates cheering. A-hem.

So there we went on the very same day, ate and slept in the same place. There were more than 60 DVM5 (my class) who went there, and about 40++ staffs from all around Malaysia, which summed up to be more than 100 people helping the nation to fight. We were divided into 30++ groups (at least 4 ppl/group), and on the next day, each group gathered the stuffs and headed to different directions. We carried the swabs (ear cotton), transport media, masks, gloves, disinfectants, water, food, nets, and other stuffs in 4-wheels.

We were supposed to visit the area, watch for any bird or chicken, and take at least 1 cloacal (anus) swab from one bird from a population. The swabs carry the mucus or epithelia that will tell us whether it's positive or negative for HPAI (highly pathogenic avian influenza strain virus). So we'll send the swabs to the labs later lo.

On the first day (Fri) my group surveyed Sentul, where we covered La Salle, Convent Sentul n other nearby areas within my assigned 1km surveillance area. The next day, miraculously, my group was assigned to Kepong area, good enough, it covered my home n neighbourhood, including my 2ndary school (SMKB). I took some time off to visit my family, and the feeling was undescribable. How i missed home. It's been 4weeks since i last went home. Watching Toffee crying terribly for me, and I can't even hug him (for I consider myself "contaminated", coz i had direct contact with chickens) was the worst feeling.

Thank God, the survey is now over, and I'm back to faculty. Hopefully all the results for the swabs will be negative. God willing.

wisdom..

thousand apologies for not updating my blog for almost 3 weeks, (or more? cant recall). was too busy medicating, nursing dogs n cats, then attending surgeries.. then retrieving long-lost notes, searching for endless calls for information n stuffs. my project thesis is not fully done yet, and havn start a bit on my conference. Thank God, i finally got a case, a good one i think, on the last day of my rotation in the small animal ward. :) Praise the Lord.. ;)

today i'll be talking about wisdom tooth, hehe.. too bad for those tricked by my hanging title. :P *sengaja*

I believe tat many of us (esp young adults) are having the same prob - wisdom teeth derived pain, crooked teeth, stress..etc. for more info on the physiology of wisdom teeth, u may click here, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wisdom_tooth. not sure whether the info is reliable, though.

basically wisdom teeth are the 3rd molars which started growing when we reach adulthood. some ppl got it earlier, some later. for ppl who have enough spaces on their jaw for the teeth to grow, then there's no prob for them. for ppl who unfortunately didn't have enough spaces, this spelt trouble to them (includin me) - they'll get the wisdom teeth syndrome, which included pain in the jaw, teeth, headache, mild fever for a week or so, some infection like sorethroat, and sadly, they'll start noticing their once beautifully alligned teeth (which they're proud of) started to get crooked.

the syndrome comes and goes, until the wisdom teeth grows out entirely. For people whom the syndrome never seem to go off, it keeps comin back despite the 3 (or more) years that went by.. it simply means tat there just aint enuf space for the smart teeth to grow. they have to opt for..

Remove tat teeth. surgically. which is an awfully painful procedure, despite all the analgesics n anti-inflammatory supplements, it's painful.

otherwise...

the teeth will grow onto your cheek bone - which could cause other complications, infection being one of them. Hmm... wonder is facial deformity one of it too?

TQ Mr. gentleman

Oh great (?!) the CNY holiday is finally over. This week I'm stationed in the small animal ward, where i have to treat and tend to sick cats/dogs, beginning from 7am, all the way till 9.30pm at night. how many hours is tat? 8,9,10...14.30hours. as i stay in a rather remote hostel, i need transportation (coz at 6.45am and 9.45pm the sky is pitch dark alrite, a rationale girl won't go home alone during these hours) back n fro my hostel to the faculty, where the veterinary hospital is.

So i've got this fren, Kamha (bukan nama sebenar) who stays in the same hostel as well as working in the ward with me. It was really kind n nice of him to send my frens n I (all gals) back n fro everyday.

However, yesternite was indeed a surprise. He had to stay back to help his group mates settle some prob. It was 9.45pm. 3 of us gals were already complaining of tired.. sighing.. etc. waiting to go home n SLEEP. instead of asking us wait for him, he offered to send us home first, and then drive back to faculty to again to help his groupmate. When he offered this, I was dumb-struck. "hey.. is he kidding?" When he elaborated more, my mind was running haphazardly, "He's not joking, is he?" "Is he consciously conscious?" "Maybe i forgot to clean my ears this morning?"

I was still dazed, when everyone started packing n moving towards the car. "oh boy.. he was a real gentleman."

I don't understand, do you?

it's the holiday week. good. ironically, sad for ppl who's on ward duty next week. why? coz we're forced to be back in the ward on friday?

"Why?"
"cek the file, see the patient that you're going to look after next week. just see, don't have to touch."
"alright.. then?"
"then go home. Come back agiain tomoro (Sat), do a simple physical examination on ur patients?"
"do i get to treat the animals, walk them...?"
"no. just cek them up, then leave. come back and start workin only tomoro."

at first when my group mate told me this "good" news, i took it very lightly, "oh yah.. come back early, i can study earlier." but now it seems tat all my CNY programs are stuck on fri n sat, and these are the days when i have to drop by the ward for less than 1 hour to occupy the entire 2 days!

CAN ANYONE PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME THE RATIONALE BEHIND THIS???

why can't we just cek the file on sat? or sunday? wat's the point in making it fri, and then again sat doing almost nothing??

a fun-filled day

yesterday was a fun-filled day, n i mean, whole-day. well, maybe not tat fun when my facial muscles started cramping due to excessive smiling, laughin n talkin...

In the mornig, tx to NChiann, the superb-in-keepin-in-touch gal.. i first met my long lost fren, gaius, we last met 14 years ago! coincidentally, i came across his name while reading the bible last week. he couldn't recog me, bt thank goodness, he remembered that "Pamela Ong" once existed. then off we went to look for my primary school teacher, a very dedicated, caring, lovely lady, Ms Pearly Yap whom i havent seen for the past 10 years (i think)! meeting them forced me to dig n recall all the buried memories within, little by littl they came to light.. but all were stil in pieces. it was really challenging.. most of us looking blur sometimes recalling flashes of scenes which once were our life. as we sent gaius home, we met another primary school teacher - Pn Jason Ng.. ooo.. really, 14 yrs never seeen her.. well, she stil looked the same. ;)

Later we continued the day at my secondary teacher, Pn LenaGan's hse.. makan talk as usual.. this time not so much of recalling things, much to my relief! then i played a little with her 5 n 3-yr-ol sons, unfortunately, due to hyperactivity, the 3-yr old hurt his abdomen after jumpin off the sofa. *ouch!

then was dinner to send an ol buddy, winnie off to aus.. we (pLee,Su, Ma,NC) went to the curve's (which some of us ulu ulu ppl never been to, hehe) viva pizza. mm.. i stil prefer pizza hut lots lots much. then off to u-chen's hse.. there i became a hair-stylist for children. honestly, it was a lousy touch, but just as long as the children liked it, I'm glad to do it. FOC. ;) it was reali fun keepin in touch with one another, understandin wat each other is bz with currently, learnin abt other fren's updates.. it was fun. plus all the jokes n laughter n nonsenses tat came along it, it was simply happily fun. after so much time not seeing/hearing from each other..

then at night, my family had yee-sang.. n we shared a lot of thoughts together.. it's really been a long time since we last sat together, sharing such thoughts.. Bless the Lord for all His blessings.

an onus

Pak Sheikh (a respected lecturer) used to repeat his old phrase, "it is your (student) onus to find out what you do not know".

i couldn't disagree with him. who can? if someone wants to learn, how can he expect to learn if he doesn't go seek for the info in the first place? In a common scenario, many students tend to grow senses of "anti-certain-teachers", particularly teachers who really meant good for the student. Strict, but it's for the student's sake. Unsurprisingly, most students will dislike, if not hate such teachers. Well? Some gutsy students even got the phrase, "Go lodge a complaint!" at the tip of their tongues. students.. students.. *shaking the head*

Some comments took my attention, which were quite laughable. Some students, despite knowing damn sure that they don't work their onus, started blaming those teachers who meant good for the students. Other students who finally realize that the onus lies in their very own hand, started questioning each other, "is this the result of our education system's failure?"

Well? I won't say tat our education system is fool-proof.. yet...

As the old saying says, "Gajah depan mata tak nampak, nyamuk seberang sungai nampak."

Please appreciate what people are doing for us. Look at the bright side, be optimistic. When you started seeing things at the wrong direction, you get shadows, and not sun shine.

Pls spread d newZ

This is how DBKL Klinik kembiri looked ilke. Located in Setapak, it's a place where everyone should make an effort to visit, esp the vet-to-bes. Here u'll get the idea of how severe is the stray cats'n dogs population in Selangor n KL alone. For more info, u can visit my previous post at http://pam-pam.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_pam-pam_archive.html. Here r some pix i took today.


Dogs are kept in cages accordin to the dates they were caught. Poor bitch with 6 shiverin n withering pups, whose yelpin and whining has no one, except their mama, to tend to.


Many of these dogs have collar and license on, which means they had an owner. Owners have few days to claim these cuties before these cuties are given the sleepin-beauty jabs. In just a matter of days...

Glad to see that many of these dogs are lovely adorables which hunger for human love and touch. Sad to know the bleak future lying ahead of them.

Last but not least, please neuter your pets if you could not afford to find their youngs a good home. You're being kind to them, and the unborn animals. Not cruel, definitely.

* neuter = to make the animal sterile by removing the reproductive organs (uterus, testes)

eye-dropping.

I was checkin my mails today, when i saw a mail from SPCA Selangor in my inbox, then somthing attracted me "Dog and Cat's fur in China".

Huh? I couldn't believe what i read. so i clicked on it.. and waited.. and guess? once the page was completely uploaded, i started hearing dogs barking cats meowing.. crashing sounds.. and chinese speaking men talkig and laughing about behind the camera.

My God! How could we allow these to happen?

My friends, please spread the message around - stop wearing fur. whoever's fur they're wearing. It's disgusting to have someone's skin atop of our own skin. yucks!

* to view the video, visit, http://www.furisdead.com/feat-dogcatfur.asp.

sun or moon?

I snapped this pic at UPM. Now, question #1: Is tat a sun or a moon?

Q # 2: Which part of UPM is this??

Hehe... those UPMians, u better try this out! ;)

anyone knows how?

I've got *.mov files, which i want to cut and then combine into one movie. In a word, i want to edit it. But to do this i'll need quicktime pro, which i dun have.

anyone knows how i can work this out? pls help!

Fixed # 6

oh wow! it's been > 3months since i last update my "Fixed" episodes. poor Tassy.. ok.. so here goes the 6th episode. Do refresh ur mind with the previous episode, Fixed #5, in my Sept archive. hehe.. ;)

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KL, 26 December 2002

Tassy looked at the patient card. Patient, Tooty. She smiled. Owner, Jack. She held the card nearer. Jack Chou. Immediately flashes of scenes came back into her mind. The way he held her hand gently yet firmly away from the mischieves.. scenes of him whispering softly to her ears..

"Tooty, WAIT!"

A white, approx 5 kg peke was running into the consultation room, towards her, happily wagging its tail, sweeping the floor with her long coat, breathing out snores. Tassy lifted her up to the consultation table.

"Tooty, tooty! Why would anyone name you tooty? u poor fellow.. come, show me ur toothy! Grr.." Tassy playfully pulled open Tooty's jaws. "Hmm.. you've got a...."

"Dr. Pang." It was a deep, sexy male voice with a solemn tone. A voice so familiar which Tassy's subconscious never ceased hearing. She looked up at Tooty's owner, who was already standing right opposite the consultation table.

Eyes met eyes. Her heart skipped a beat. Two beats. Tachycardia! Apnea! Standing right across her was her first love, and she had prayed for him to be her last. Someone whom had visited her in her nightly dreams... someone whom she had longed for his touch...

"Tassy. I never thought that it's you." Jack continued.
"So... you're for real? Jack? Is it really you?" Tassy's eyes widened.

He nodded, slowly, eyes gleamed with tears. Tassy quickly placed Tooty back on the floor, and rushed into Jack's already wide-opened arms.

"I'm sorry I stopped calling... I.."
"Hush.. just hush.. you called everynight, didn't you know that?"

How did Christmas start? .

Since about 400 AD, Christians have celebrated the birth of Jesus. 'Christ' means 'Messiah' or 'Anointed One' - the title given to Jesus - and 'Mass' was a religious festival. This is why Christmas is called the incarnation, a word which means “in the flesh.” In the birth of Jesus, the eternal, all-powerful and all-knowing Creator came to earth in the flesh.

Why would God do such a thing? Why would he come as a baby, instead of appearing in power and majesty? Why make himself a true man and live among us, when he knew full well how terribly he would be treated? (visit http://www.christiananswers.net/christmas/home.html for the answers)

2000 years ago, there was no room at the inn of Bethlehem for Mary and Joseph and the soon-to-be-born baby Jesus... Today, there is no room for the traditional Christ of Christmas in the holiday advertising campaigns of many retailers.

In the West today, the real meaning of Christmas is often forgotten. It has become a non-religious holiday. More children believe in Father Christmas (Santa Claus) than in Jesus. Christmas Day is a time for eating and drinking too much and watching television. Christmas carols have been bypassed in favor of generic holiday songs about Santa. No longer do hearty shouts of “Merry Christmas” fill the air; the popular slogan of the day is “Happy Holidays.”

But the real Christmas story is found in the Christian Bible. It is told in two different books: Matthew and Luke chapters 1 and 2. If you have no Bible, you can read these chapters online. You may think that the story of the birth of Jesus, and the way that the West celebrates Christmas today, do not seem to have many connections..” '

(adopted from cadillac news & www.soon.org.uk)

It's difficult

The four week-holiday is finally over. In another word, the four-week period for us final year vet students to finish our projects is finally over.

Glory and praise to the Lord, for I was able to finish my project on time, despite the many stumbling blocks at the beginning. So I spent this final week preparing my thesis while walking, chatting around the faculty, and I eventually found that many of my coursemates haven't finish their projects.

When they found that I've finished mine, most came with the same remark, "Wow, your project is so simple!" They didn't realize that I started mine 2 weeks before the official date, when everyone else was bz studying for their finalz, and there I was, cracking my brain abt my project. Some even said tat they couldn't believe I took up such a simple experiment as a project. Well, the fact is they didn't realize that I repeated my experiments and readjusted everything thrice. The fact that I stayed back in the lab alone until late at night almost everyday.. lookin into the microscopes 13h x 6days x 5weeks...

Anyway the nightmare is now over. And I'm grateful to God for that.

What most people see is how difficult/important their very own projects are. Of course, each of us does this project for maybe just once in a lifetime, if it's not meaningful to us, we wouldn't even embark on it rite? I don't blame anyone for stating that my project was indeed a simple one. In fact, the thought of "simple" gives me a sense of relief.. consoling my terrified soul, tat what I went thru durin the last 5 weeks ain't so bad after all. ;) Looking back now, I do agree with them.. it's simple. ;) (but hard). hehe.. watever..

I don't deny that there are a few projects which I could never dare imagine of.. like withdrawing blood from a live, ferocious croc.. or ultrasound carcasses.. or doing postmortem everyday.. or restraining wild stalks (yeee...) .. running horses under the sun (ouch, my skin!).. whew.. and I don't want to imagine myself doing that. I'm just not tough enough.

To all my vet coursemates, all the very best to you. For those that haven't finish ur project, "Giddy up!" Say a little prayer for urself, it doesn't hurt. =) For those are already working on thesis, "Giddy up!" It's never too early to finish a thesis.

oh yah.. comprehensive is nearing.. ;) hehehe..

war against mosquitoes

yesternite i spent at bkt expo, for horse (MERS) endurance race, where i had to sit in the middle of the golf field from 10pm to 10am the next day! wow.. the adventure was horrendous.. zaidi and I were viciously attacked, mercilessly, infinitely by all mosquitoes of the world!! (i dun mind exaggerating here, coz i'm reali in pain!!) They bit through my jeans! ouch!

Goodness! We couldn't even sleep well, every few minutes I heard them buzzing around my ears, then my hand and legs were stingingly painful.. then my lips and face were slightly swollen - all due to mosquito bite! ouch!

Thank God the experience is over. Now as I'm typing this, there are at least eight 2-4cm diameter swellings on my right leg, at least four on my left, at least 6 on both my hands! they're really very temptingly itchy!!

So now.. my friends.. please do something for me.. KILL MOSQUITOES!
"kap sat man lun" (kill without questioning!)

aaaaaa... very itchy.. grr..

*scratch scratch*

fascinating

sometimes my frens ask me, "What kind of guy do you like?" or "What attracts you?" or a general one, "What kind of guys do gals like?" Well, they asked the right person, coz you know, a pro is talking here. *wink

enough of self-proclaiming. hehe..

the answer is of course, "beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder". Different gal likes different guy. But there is one thing in common..

wat do you think?

nope.. not for good-lookin..
nope.. not for wealth..

but one thing that never fails to fascinate gals - confident yet humble and sincere guy.

(I'm saying fascinated, not necessarily mean the gal will fall in lov or etc.. u know. *wink )

kitties for adoption

kitties for adoption! theyre now 7weeks old.. cute n lively, naughty n jumpy.. climbing n ezyly bewitched..

desperately need sumone to love and take care of them.

anyone out thr kind enuf for this?

pls spread the words around.. ;)

beautiful

Rainbow after the suns and rains..

promising somthin beautiful tat follows the rubbles..

Isn't God just good?

=)

basic public transport manners

Life travelling on public transport is sometimes delightful, provided it's not crowded. However, if it had to be crowded, i'm still ok with it, just as long as the people on board respect one another by practising the basic public transport manners, such as dun talk out loud over the cell phone, no shouting, no jumping about, and most importantly, allow the commuters to first disembark, before hopping into the vehicle themselves.

I was on my way to KLCC today, travelling by KTM komuter and Putra LRT. The crowd was scary, both at kepong station, KL sentral and KLCC stops. The scariest part was entering and exiting the train. The moment the doors of the trains opened, mobs of people immediately pushed and squirmed into the trains amidst the disembarking people. I saw excited and smiling people squeezing their body into the train, while grumpy and frustrated people squeezing themselves out of the unnecessarily-choked doors. The remaining commuters on board were squeezing themselves together, congestion. The same episode repeated itself at every station that the trains stopped, right from kepong to KLCC (10 stations i think).

I wonder do Malaysian parents and teachers teach their children public transport manners? Respecting other commuters. What an important subject. It was downright irritating to the people trying to get out of the trains, fearing the doors will close shall they fail to make their way out on time.

Don't ppl realize that the traffic could be much smoother should they allow ppl to disembark first?

Or perhaps they love the squirming and squeezing experiences? Not me.

Lock-up's okays

Here are some info which is "legal" (despite the sense of humiliating and breaching human rights), which i got from www.nst.com.my.

Anyway, while squatting may "help expel/discharge hidden objects", i don't see how ear-pulling can expel any. from where?! the ears maybe? or nose even? or other natural orifices which contract/relax upon ear-pulling?

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Meanwhile, it is learnt that ear squats in the nude, shocking as they may be, are allowed under police procedures.
The New Sunday Times learnt it was also "standard operating procedure" among enforcement agencies and in prisons in several countries.It is among other procedures, including "pat downs" or emptying of pockets, carried out at the time of arrest and before handcuffs are applied. A more thorough search is performed at the police station.

A strip search is when an individual under arrest is required to remove all clothing. This is to facilitate visual inspection of the body together with a search of the clothing.

A body cavity search (a form of strip search) is carried out when an individual under arrest would have the orifices (rectum, vagina, etc) examined for contraband, objects and drugs. It normally involves visual inspection or actual manual probing.

"Squatting is a form of body-cavity strip search which women undergo before being confined at an immigration detention centre, police lock-up or prison cell," a source said. It would seem that repeated squats are supposed to "force" women detainees to discharge concealed objects.

"In some instances, some of them are hosed down — with strong jets directed at them — to remove items hidden in locks of hair, etc."

This issue (to search or not) has been one which continues to trouble enforcement agencies, and in the US a majority of lawsuits were over strip and body cavity searches. "The source said strip and body cavity searches were performed as such acts were allowed and necessary."

Some may argue it is improper, but it applies to the daily operations at prisons. "However, the source said nobody talked about it or was willing to narrate their experiences.

Body and cavity searches are also common during Narcotics Department raids and, in some instances, officers use surgical gloves. However, there are "general rules" which apply to all strip and body cavity searches of arrested persons. Among them are that:

• a strip or body cavity search must be performed by officers of the same sex as the individual under arrest;
• officers of the opposite sex should not be allowed into the room where the search is being done;
• the room where such search acts are performed should provide privacy from outside observation to ensure dignity and a degree of privacy;
• a body cavity search which involves actual manual probing should be done by qualified personnel, except under urgent circumstances; and,
• individuals being searched should be asked if there were conditions, medical or otherwise, which may affect the search.

research

Some times it doesn't take much to crack my brain to start me thinking n wondering, like why do ppl pursue their masters n phD degrees. For most company researchers they have a motive in mind, so are these masters and phD ppl. but i really wondered, how fun can researchin be?

as they say, researching means, to search and search and search and search and search.....

I used to tell myself, tat's my last resort of job on Earth, i'll never step into it no matter wat. of course, unless if my research would be able change the world. hehe.. which has yet to happen, so rub tat off first.

Sadly and obligatorily, i'm now walking in the line of researching - project. (@#$%^^&&*!) at first i tot that it's gonna be okay.. but one hurdle emerge after another.. and now if ppl ask me, "wat's the title of ur project?" k.. i'll be able to answer tat! =) "to use copepods as biological control for mosquito larvae." but if they start asking, "how do you do tat?" or "wat r u doin?" it kinda dig all the frustrations built up in the process. let me tell you the details.

copepods are actually zooplanktons. well, to make things easy, big fish eat small fish, small fish eat copepods. so imagine how small are they?

procedures

a) the best part is i have to culture these copepods first, but how to culture them? i must first filter the pond water, then observe the 3 litre of water ml by ml under the stereo microscope! ok. let's not mention the hours spent in doing that.

b) after isolating the copepods, i culture them. surprise!! they died. now how does tat happen?

c) i honestly duno, so i'll have to rule out differentials one by one.. which of course, takes time. i really must thank my frens who helped me think of the CODs (cause-of-death). but all these are tentative, and confirmation is done by experimenting. to experiment this, i have to repeat procedure (a) and (b) which definitely takes more than 24 hours.

d) i finally came to the thought tat, perhaps they can't eat the fish powder i gave. unwillingly, i'll have to resort to the conventional paramecium feeding. but how to feed paramecium? culture them.

e) i get the paramecium from the same pond samples.. and look under microscope again.. this time not stereo, but compound microscope (40-100x). gosh.. my eyes.. my eyes..

f) if i did find the paramecium, how to breed them? culture bacteria. how to culture bacteria?

g) tat's exactly wat i'm doing now.

so ask again, wat project am i actually doing now? i cant really answer, i'll lose my breath explaining. some ppl have follow-up questions, like, "why did you choose this project in the first place?"

*gulp* let's cut the long story short.

To the vets, "to reduce the prevalence of heartworm."
To Malaysians, "Let's control the dengue outbreak."
To the researches, "I like challenges."
To the copepods, "You're cute, i like you. Sorry for causing numerous deaths."
To the mosquitoes, "It's time for revenge."

draining away

A week ago i experienced the second trial of my life - how long can you stand for sleeping just an hour? That's what happened when i did my last minute studies for the equine test. The test went ok.. but my physiological needs were drastically abrupted. I was nauseous almost all the time, heart pounding, dizzy at times, lethargic and restless, anorexic.. well.. it all went wrong until i went to my dear bed and had a cosy sleep for 15 hours.

Few days later, while my coursemates were enjoying themselves, or the non-last-minuters were starting to revise the ruminants disease, i was trapped in the library and aquatic lab, contemplating of my project. All of a sudden, a big log just fell a head of me, thank God not on my head.. coz i just realize the problem before the holiday begins (our project should start officially once the 4-week holiday starts). I can't find my subjects! I spent an hour trying to trap copepods using my socks (innovative, uh?). Then spent the whole day trying to look for any copepod in my collection. The result was negative. I have had to get more copepods and collections, or my project's stuck! The day before the exam, i was at a pond early in the morning, thanks to HMeng, i was not alone this time. We managed to collect a lot of water... i wonder is there any copepod in it? I'll find out soon. tomorrow.

And now, I just finished my Feed and Feeding test, where i spurted out ideas on how to improve feedings and importance of this and that in feeding livestocks. ruminants, mainly. I hope the kind, cute lecturer accepts all my ideas and give me an A.. :P But, 12 hours before the test, i was busy restructuring my net - tying and sewing up my sock around a broken net. Then 3 hours before the test, i was busily scooping my college pond water, "Copepods copepods koochi koochi gooo.. come to mama...". Poor Pyin was squatting next to me, just in case i trip into the pond. :P

Exactly at this moment, I'm really tired.. my entire body ached. I have not have my lunch (the faculty's cafe is closed! i wonder why.), and i'm scheduled for a discussion and a meeting. But my heart was with my mind yelling at my body, "We wanna go home and rest!"

Oh God.. i'm draining away..

masquerade-wannabe

i've recently finished another book by the great author, sidney sheldon. Doomsday Conspiracy. It kinda gave me an idea tat we must really becareful when talking to strangers.. well, maybe they won't harm u directly, but they may pass on ur info to someone they thought is fine, but whom may harm you. It's really scary, come to think of the story line.

Better still, through out my trip in bangkok, many people inquired on my nationality - japanese (top of the list), thai, and china. none of those strangers nominated malaysia. funny, huh? back in my faculty, numerous ppl thought tat i'm from sabah! Gosh, where does tat idea come from?

Now these incidences gave me an idea tat perhaps i could be a masquerade, esp in front of strangers. well.. at least to protect myself in strange or foreign places. i'd just have to brush up my hokkien to be a penangite, learn good japanese to be a japanese, learn good thai to be a thai.. wat else? oh, practise that china accent to be a CBC - china-born-chinese. practising sabahan accent.. hmm... i doubt i can do it. But I'll try.. i'll try anyhow. won't ditch any chance to be a good masquerade.

while i was planning all these on the train, a stranger greeted me, and started asking personal questions like who am i, where do i stay and many more. My mind was running wild, ok, which personality should i impersonate? This is a good chance for me to start my practice. While my mind was doing the thinking, my silly mouth blurted the truth out, one after another, until the extent tat i told him i stay in kepong. Goodness! i couldnt help cursing myself then. Of course he'll be able to trace me if he wanted, for i'm the only final yr vet student from kepong! @#$@!

nevertheless.. i don't think anyone wil harm me as in Doomsday Conspiracy. I've not seen or heard anything peculiar so far.. But the idea of being a masquerade does thrill me a great deal!

i'll see to it tat i brush up my hokkien.. learn japanese.. brush up my thai.. brush up my french.. brush up.. brush brush up.. .. ;) accents... accents..

Goodbye doesnt mean forever

saying goodbye (esp to someone whom i cared for) has always been hard to do. regardless of who's the departing person - me or him/her. it had never been easy for me. And what could be worse? nvr even had the chance to bid goodbye.

---

She had went all the way to the railway stn, just to bid goodbye. At the stn, her friend was no where at sight. She looked up at the giant clock. The minute hand struck 35. It was 2.35pm. 10 minutes before her friend's train departure. There should be enough time to get her a biscuit, then she can munch munch on the train. Quickly she rushed to a nearby grocery and picked a nicely packaged biscuit. This will be good. She smiled. Just then, she felt her mobile vibraint. She quickly fidgeted her bag. She looked at her mobile - Tassy..

"Hey i cant find you. i'm on the way to train now.. where r u?"
"Where's ur train?" She started running to the platforms. "Which is your train?" There were 4 similar trains lining side by side anticipating their passengers.
"Platform 5.. er.. car 2.. mmbrrrr.." The train ambience was deafening.
"Hello?"
"Brrmm..."
"I can't hear you.."
"Brrmm.." The line went dead.

She was standing at platform 5. the train had at least 12 couches. Which one? She urgently scanned through the passengers in each couch. Then her phone vibrated. Tassy.

"Tassy! which coach are you in?"
"2! brrr.. far.. brrrr..." The line went dead.

Tassy hurried out of her couch, hoping to catch a glimpse of Crystal. The couch captain who was standing at the doorstep gave an annoyed look and mumbled some Thai words which Tassy didn't bother to decipher. I know, u want me to get back in right? i know i know.. just a moment.. it won't hurt u no..

Crystal felt her phone vibrated again.

"Where r u? my train's moving soon.. brrrmm..."

At the very same time the train blew its horm and the captain rushed Tassy back into the train. All the doors closed at once. Inch by inch the train creaked into motion. Crystal quickly passed the biscuit to a couch captain, "Pass this to Tassy please," She gave a short description of Tassy and soon, the train was out of sight.

Tassy looked hard through the window. Crystal.. I'm sorry i had to leave without saying goodbye..

Tassy never received the biscuit.
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Tat's a vy simple example. Sometimes when someone i cared for bade goodbye, i pretended i didn't care, when in fact i hated so much to see him leave at all. I knew for sure that i was gonna miss him, bt if i ever let my feeling show, i knew, my world will be shrouded with sadness... well, at least temporarily. And that will affect my composure, which i didn't like, esp. in the public.

Nevertheless, i have learned now that, it will be wiser to show that you cared, that you'l mis him while u stil have the chance to do so. Even thought it's gonna cost me an ocean of tears, it's worth it. For i may never have the chance to so again.

After all.. good bye doesn't mean forever. ;)

renovated hse

this is the reward for my 6-hour effort-sitting on a newspaper-laden floor, hands n legs full with paint stain.. but it's worth it. jst hope toffee loves the new colour of his hse. of course, he didn't get the chance to vote for his fav col before hand. nevertheless.. i'm sure his owner knows wat col suits him best. bright.. jst like him. ;)


look at him! sleepin peacefuli as if his hse hasn't shrunken in size. hehe.. dun wori toffee.. tis is just temporary.. wait til the paint gets dry.. n ur gona love ur new hse.. ;)

illegal or not?

i was waiting for the komuter train at midvalley stn this evening, was squating down, bzly distributing my harvest of the day with my fren. instinctively, my head turned left, and i saw a man holdin his video camera directly shooting at me (if not my fren!). the red light was even on. hmm.. perhaps he's shooting the guy next to me.. wat the heck..

so i stood up, hid part of my body behind a pillar. instinctively, 20sec later, i turned to tat guy with video cam again, to my horror, this time he has directed his video cam up, stil straight at me! i was very sure tat he's shooting me. but.. wat can i do?

I really didn't know wat to do.. my fren was blur as well.. For an instance, i really felt stupid. humiliated. vulnerable. fragile. after a little while (1-2minutes) i turned to him again, this time he smiled and even raised his eyebrow at me. I retaliated (or is it qualified to be termed as retaliated? sigh..) with a fierce glare at him, for about 20 seconds.. my eyes were fixed at his. Ppl around were already looking at me and him, glaring at him straight, for at least 15 seconds. Moments later, i guess he became embarassed and looked away from me.

But my heart was still boiling blood! Can some one pls tell me, at such situation, isn't there anything i can do to prevent him from shooting me?? if u were me, wat wil u do? just let it happen?

BRRRRRR.... !!!

Ramadhan month

This is the month of holiness.. so the Muslims said. Well, in reality I quite like this month, coz most of my frens behave extremely, excessively well (i'd say!) during this month.. and they dress well and beautiful and sweet la.. like ina, yani n syahar.. woo.. baju melayu all the time, hey, u guys reali look smart and pretty in them! bravo!

Last tue and wed, we were having radiology rota, and i was expecting some of my rotamates to ponteng a few hours.. (esp A & A! :P who always look for ways to elude from rota). To my horrid surprise, they didn't skip a bit of it! oh hoh.. tats.. enthralling.. i had to find ways to knock myself to reality, until i finali gave up.. & believed their words, "We din't ponteng, like you ar! ah-so.." yeah.. for the first time.. so like me.. :P hehe..

besides, ever since the beginning of the ramadhan month, i've never heard (so far) my malay frens throwing "rude" teasing words at one another. One day i heard yani mention tat nobody should smoke during the puasa time. It was the first time i learned this, thus i questioned here n there until suddenly Khairil carrying an intrigued (which he seldom does) look, "siapa rokok? siapa?" Geez.. is this an uztaz in the makin? "Pam, you nampak siapa rokok?" dun wori Khairil.. i didnt get to catch anyone red handed.. will handcuff em n send to you once i see any, k? ;)

In control

today i realized sth new.. our moods, subconscous behaviour n emotions are controlled by...

the AMYGDALA in our brain!

so frens.. the next time u find ur mood swingy, perhaps ur amygdala is playing see-saw wit ya. ;)

hehe.. here's a consolation phrase for ppl who thought their amygdala could b misbehaving.. "Live, Learn and Laugh at it."

wats goin on?

Last week spelt doom, and this week, i honestly have no idea of how it'll turn out. For no reason at all (apparently) i lost mood in almost everything i did last week, and everything just doesn't seem to turn out right. It was a tug-of-emotion. confusing. Perhaps like ck said, imbalance of hormone.. once a month.. bla bla..but his hypothesis was wrong, definitely.on second thought, perhaps the word "imbalance" was correct.

This week, my moods turned out.. offset. Yesterday for instance, i was, absent-mindedly talkin w Mr Davies in the class during the lectures.. until suddenly i heard Dr C's voice, "you're distracting me". goodness! suddenly all the street lights brightened.. and a flash of light from the heaven hit me straight on the head, immediately plunging me deep into a pit of guilt. The guilt crept into every corner of my visual axis.. sigh.. i just cant get away with it. Then I thought of my sweet lecturer, Dr Gurmeet.. she once told us not to let the guilt hang unto us for too long.. its unhealthy.. yah.. its true.. but.. i just can't do it. At least not for now.. maybe tomoro? =)

And I just had a test - small animal diseases. I was told before that diabetes mellitus will be included in the test, but somehow, during the revision and all the last minute studies.. "DIABETES" failed to make its way into part of my revision. Gosh! And i didn't even realize this until they started distributing the q papers, and i saw many "DIABETES" staring at me. Gosh! ..... ... (taking a deep breath here)..

anyway.. i hope i won't do such stupid mistakes again in future.. and of course, hopefully my M-16 worked out fine in the test. if it did not, guess i'll have to invest on better shotguns then.

Acknowledgement

Hou yeah! my clinical conference is finali over! oh yeah yeah.. it went ok tat day.. except for the part where i can't understand english in foreign accent, in the question and answer session. Funny, another accent (Prof Cutie) corrected the first accent, and i understood! Guess it's bcoz i've been living with d 2nd accent long enuf to grab it. ;)

Here i'd like to make a complete list of acknowledgement, as I didn't get to mention it during the presentation. Here goes... a million thanks to..

Dad, for helping me search high n low for tat horse pic! hahaa.. got it in the end.. n i used both in my presentation.
CLing, FSuen, Jun, Howie, Wyee for being such great organizers..
Dev, CLing, Joanne, Pyin, Ting for your comments on my presentation..
Pyin n kY for the transports.. (to stc n goin2fac)..
Faith for taking my pix n videos.. i truly luv them! =)
Eve, Jun for offering to tapao my lunch.. Joanne for tapao-ing my lunch..
Mr Krishnan for lending the portable mouse.. n HMeng in getting it..
my rotamates - anjas, zu, aboo, lina for ur concern in my preparations..
davies for saving my presentation in ur thumbdrive..

all your little efforts are remembered.. n appreciated.. ;)

Gek Sei Yan LAh!

Gek Sei Yan = Highly irritated.

Jst nw n old man (presumably in his 60s) walked pass my hse, pushing a trolley of old boxes. There went Toffee rushing to the gate to bark at him. To my surprise, tat ol man began walkin stealthily towards my hse, nearing Toffee, holding out a piece of folded paper in his hand, eyes focused at Toffee. Silly toff was protruding his head out of the square grills, barking intermittently. Didn't he have any idea of wat was in the ol man's mind?

I was in the hse sweeping. Having noticed the ol man's vengeful look, i became worried. I dropped the broom, rushed to toffee, at the same time, "Uncle, wat do you want?"

Upon seeing me, the ol man turned back and continued pushing his trolley. I was soOoOoOo agitated! Wat right has he got to walk into my property n beat my dog?! I was really tempted to let Toffee out, scare him off abit. But thinking of the possible aftermath, I just watched him walk away. Worse, I should have shouted, but silence shrouded me.

Gek Sei Yan LAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! gek sei gek sei gek sei yan lah!

Fixed #5

Serdang, 25 March 2002

The weather was a cloudy one, calm, with no signs of thunderstorm. A good omen, perhaps. Sitting on the couch anxiously, she could understand the nervous look in her coursemates, shuttling endlessly in front of her. They were all there for the same reason - external examination. An oral examination, where the foreign examiners were at their respective free will to shoot any kind of question, just as long as it was related to the veterinary field. She had heard from her seniors that some examiners had thrown Year-1 questions, year-2, right to the future in fact. What a small scope to cover, she sighed. She was 5th in line.

"Ken, hey.. Kenneth! do you remember wat's the answer for.."
"Pls, pls.. leave me alone, watever.. not now."
"c'mon.. can u pls quiet down?" Came another voice.
"Shut up won't u?!" Another voice.
"Block-head." Another.

Fretful people walking up and down in front of her. She closed her eyes gently, wrapping her cold palms together. Empty.. emptiness.. is all I need now.

"What d'u mean, too long?" Jack' s voice echoed softly in the emptiness. "It was only 15 months."
"Still too long. I can't stand it! I told you, I could die." She remembered every single word she had retorted.
"Tess... I.. I.." Silence. "I'm sorry."
"Why don't u stop your night-checking calls?" She was shocked. What am I talkin?
"Wat?!"
"I.. i.. well.. maybe.. u should stop these calls.. I'm tired. Er..well.. bored actually."
Being blunt was just Tess, but being this cruel? "Oh.. i should have known." He remembered well everything Bill had told him abt Tess. "Hey y'noe, the first time i held her hand, she smiled! omg.. it was so.. sweet y'noe man.." Bill was his housemate in the states, Tess's Mr. Supervisor.
"What do you mean you should have.."
"It's ok. Bye. Miss you, forever will." He had not wanted to believe everything Bill said, but what Tess just said shook his faith.

And that was it, the last time she had heard of Jack. She had been spending the following 6 months asking God to persuade Jack to call her again. She regretted everything she had said.

But Jack never called. I was cruel, stupid. God punished me right.

He should be back to Malaysia by now.

"You're next, Tess."

A good presentation is..

This morning got up in the wee hours before sunrise.. (7am! gues sum of u might be arguing, "7am is not wee any longer u know! u know wat's wee hours ka?" i know i know..bt it rained, so d sky was stil very dark, tats y literally considerred as wee hours also lah!) the entire body ached, eyes groaning.. but the spiritually-strong gal (tats me!) managed to push her way in amongst the crowd into commuter train at kepong stn, headin to UPM.

Tx to kY for d transports, appreciate it a great deal. ;)

There were 3 talks this morning, held in vet fac, namely on writing project proposal, thesis writing and The dos and don'ts in presentations. I find the 3rd one most general, n thus could b most useful to my readers. So i'll just elaborate on tat la. on 2nd thought, it's a ONE-HOUR talk! (by Pak Sheikh). surely i dn wana clog my blog with jst this. i decide to KISS it.

1. slides' back ground should be dark, with eye-comfy fonts
2. limit the animation n details
3. stand confidently, upright, energetic, smile n RELAX!
4. eye contact with audience
5. tone variation in voice
6. keep to time
7. Remember, ur giving a presentation, NOT A LECTURE! respect ur audience's intelligence.

well.. tat's a gist of it. hopefully u may find it useful. someday. somehow. ;)

psst. KISS = keep it short n simple. :P dun stray..

Fixed #4

"Away too long." Her words kept reverberating in his mind. He couldn't understand it. She had known since the beginning that he'l be away from her 2 years. He remembered it clearly on the night before he departed.

"2 years is still long. I'll die here, alone."
"Hey, look at it this way, this is a 2-year investment. To test our love, and at the same time, to upgrade ur hubby-to-be into a Master, and i mean masterrrr!" They had laughed n giggled, but towards the end...

"Promise me that you'll wait for me." Silence.
"Let's just let destiny decide."

Her answer had shooked him. He did not blame her. 2 years is probably too long for someone as attractive as Tess. Meanwhile, a 2-year scholarship in MBA by JPA was too lucrative to reject. She could have found another guy who'll be the perfect hubby-t-be instead. She could have married within the 2 years instead... She could hav..

"Jack!"
His door slammed open. He turned around. It was Chen, a sweet, vibrant lady from Singapore at her early 30s rushing in, as usual, without any sense of privacy to him.
"Er.. u alrite, hoh?"
He stared at her. She could have respected his privacy a little bit more. His stare gradually turned into a glare.

"Eiyo.. come on la.. dun look at me like tat lea.. i plomis la.. no mo rush in.. i knok da door nes time ok? hou mou? guai guai la..."
He choked into laughter. Her accent was a natural sense of humour on its own.

"There's an emergency..." He quickly grabbed his medic suitcase and rushed out of the room. Chen trailing behind, "err 28-ye-ol womanl.. km247 of.. err crush between 2 trucks.. run away.. er bleedin.."

He jumped into the ambulance which is already waiting. Chen followed suit, no sign of "full-stop" from her. The siren sang. He closed his eyes.

Are all these necessary? He had been volunteering as night shift paramedic, partnering with Chen for almost a year now. He had wanted to make full use of his emergency knowledge and skills.. making everyday count.. just as Tess had always wanted him to... Living a hustle bustle life.. attending classes at days, emergencies at nights..

But are all these what he wanted? What he really wanted?
He wanted Tess. That, he know for sure.
He had always known that.

touched *

last thu was doin surgery, real slow.. first, my group brought the dog in last. 2ndly, we prep last. undoubtedly, we started surgery last. To make things worse, i made a super huge incision, which means a super longer time to suture them close later. :p Expectedly, we didn't finish all 5 procedures that we're supposed to do.. nevertheless.. i was stil ok.. coz i was all drained out by then.. all my energy was exhausted from cutting, dissecting, and suturing.. (funny, my mood was still on the "on" mode) gosh.. so it was actuali a blessing in disguise for me, tat we're slow. ahem!

then at 8pm, when the *cute surgeon urged us for the 5th time, "Aiyo, Group 1.. haven't finish ar?" we were suturing (closin up) the neck then.

U know, he'd been roarin in the clas earlier with the almost-same phrases, "Aiyo.. group 1! u finished already ar? y is everyone lookin so relaxed?" "Aiyo group 1 ar.." "aiyo.." "aiyo.." ironically, the more i looked at him with that surgery cap on, the more i wanted to hug him! so cute!

anyway, by 8pm, Dr Cutie had left, we're stil closin up the neck, leavin the other 2 procedures untouched. Then Ms scrub nurse came, "are you happy with just this?"

omg! she actually was willing to stay up, probably until 10pm, if my group had wanted to continue the surgery!!!!

omg.. i wished i could hug her then, but i was apparently "sterile".. it was.. just herself. She used to scratch me off my nerves before, but then.. tat's bcoz she's sum1 who has high expectation on students. Tat's just her. But i've got my hats off for her.

Very direct. Sharp tongues. Fatal words. But all the same, with a pure, kind, big-hearted, hopeful intention in mind, "For my students, i will."

Luv ya, Puan. ;)

finali.. BREAK FREE!

oh yeah, i can't believe it, i'm finali thru half the semester! good.. i've only got another half to thrive thru.. and another semester.. then i'm off.. fluttering my wings until i soar high up in the air.. but then.. until then.. the journey is not an ez one. a short? yet long one. kinda twist our brain left to right and somersault it. Ahermm.. so, let's not think far.. yet.

after so many days of bzzzz.. i'm finali free! free to check mail, read through every word individually, admire everysingle inch of pictures and dropping my comments at every possible blog. oh.. there's a sudden cool breeze brushin thru my face.. my hair.. oh la la.. oops.. the cattle smell is stil stuck on/in my hands.. gee.. din wash with hibiscrub long enuf. i just came back from cleaning a calf's wound. tat explains the clinging smell..

visited a fren who recently gave birth, and she made it sound as though, caesarian is a common thing in gynae nowadays. so common tat when there's pain, C-sect. pain? C-sect! can't stand the pain? C-sect! how could it? i dun bliv it.. tot there's supposed to be post-op complications bla bla bla? hmm.. thinking abt giving birth.. ew.. not yet.. let's not think of tat.. yet.

oh, n good news for my "Fixed" fans.. i'm coming up with "Fixed 4" soon. yup.. during the 1-week break, i'll do it. ;)

i'm now okay.

this mornin had been one of the best of this sem's wednesdays. wow, bacte rota was real cool - in the sense tat, you get all the revisions without anyone judgin u, "u duno?" "how can u forget this simple thing?!" The best part is.. well.. the lecturer's such a sweet lady.. oh yeah.. i like her.. she's as nice as her brother (another Dr in my fac). :P

This mornin we saw the results of our bacteria culture on the blood agar n mc conkey agar. gosh! i couldn't help giggling looking at one of my group mate's culture. my God.. his bacterial growth was too profound, you can even see 5 mm lines on the entire plate! Seemed to me that he just painted the agar with a paint brush.

(u see, when we grow bacteria in blood agar, we're trying to isolate the many many many bacteria by a method called streaking, then incubate 24 hour, then the next day, by right, we're supposed to see single round colonies on the agar.. if all went well..)

But.. laughing at ppl is bad.. so i stopped my giggles until another person mentioned it. Dr even exclaimed, "What have you done with it?!" n some ppl made some silly mistakes jiggling with the test tubes, agar.. well well.. jokes. ;)

my conference slides are now prepared loo.. spent another 52 hours for it.. hehe.. forget abt the corrupted file. All effort went in vain. nevertheless.. thanks to mr krishnn,kokY, davies, fan n eve for ur concern.

hmm.. I'm now OKAY. :D

ARRGggh!!!

I've been staying up late at home last fri n sat, and i mean real late.. sleeping merely 2-3 hours daily, spending the entire day trying to finish up, furnish and even preparing my scripts for my upcoming clinical conference, saving them only in a thumbdrive (aow.. how silly of me!)... my beautiful thumbdrive that kept me smiling all day in the computer lab. Never had it crossed my mind tat something could go wrong... until...

Yerternite, in my college, i tried to open the the powerpoint file. The moment the powerpoint software was ready.. there went, "PowerPoint cannot open the file represented..." Gosh! I kept cool, calm, thinking, perhaps the computer which i used at home was Windows XP, and the one in my room was Windows98.. probably incompatible...

Just now.. i hopefully opened the file, oh no.. pls pls pls open it.. i'll go crazily berserk if it cant open the file... and the same window appeared! "PowerPoint cannot open..." Arrrgggh!!! I grabbed Zane's shoulder, kicked uncontrollably, and i thought i almost smashed the computer.. but all tat took place was tears flooding into my eyes...

AAAARRRGGGGGHHhhh!!

any computer expert out thr who can open this file? anyone? just anyone .... :'(

milky sweet pie

Today i learnt something new...

when a guy gives a gal "milky sweet pie",
it means a man is interested in a girl...

so becareful.. gals out there.. n guys out there.. dun send wrong messages.. :P

* i know tis sounds stupid, but hey.. its true. ;) haha.. but i dun think it's ALWAYS true anyway.

Unpredictable it is

After the clinical conference today, I heard a bad news.. my fav dob was PTSed. For those who dunno, PTS is a widely used term in a vet's world.. cause it means literally.. put to sleep. To put someone who's very much awake, to suddenly fall asleep.. once.. and for all.. for ever.. never to wake again... well, at least not physically. It was.. sudden.

Just 3 weeks back, I have been playing around with him.. checkin him here n there, poking his this n tat.. and yet he accepted all my little quiet mischieves with the ever-happy look. There was never a moment of growl from him, even when i touched his wound. So sweet.. been jumping up n down everyday.. eager for food.. barking for attention.. n now.. he's no longer here. Silent...

Yet, after I disembark from ktm kepong, on the way home i visited a fren's granma. Another surprise said "hi". I couldn't believe my eyes.. for the first time.. i reali thought.. gosh.. was I dreaming? was i? My gregarious nanny looked 10 years older.. so much weaker.. i wonder if she still walks around like she used to? it was just a 6-month tat crawled past us! And.. the effects were clear.. pronounced.. evident. My heart sank the moment i saw her.. really.. how could this have taken place?

Life is.. indeed.. unpredictable. Feeling bad, I walked home all the way.. still shaking myself back to reality. It just wasn't real. So unreal. Then I saw my joyous Toffee who was already anouncing desperately to my neighbours tat i'm home.. ears laid back, flat.. swaying his gluteals left n right, 180 degrees.. waggin tail, 300 degrees. It was such a plain joy to see him.. washed away my troubles at first glance.

Yes, life is not always full with smiles n laughters.. the bad ones happen.. come along. Just as long as we truly treasure all tat we have this very moment, as long as the ones who you cared for and loved knows tat you reali do..

It suffices.

The Reason

The Reason - Hoobastank

I'm not a perfect person
As many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know

#:
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you

I'm sorry that I hurt you
It's something I must live with everyday
And all the pain I put you through
I wish that I could take it all away
And be the one who catches all your tears
Thats why i need you to hear

#
I'm not a perfect person
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know

#
I've found a reason to show
A side of me you didn't know
A reason for all that I do
And the reason is you

Lovely Nite *

bad news.. a dog which used to be under my care had just been diagnosed with cancer.. a malignant one. A month's life, maybe? God knows... I usuali dun have such a deep-felt thingy for my patients, but he's a very special doggy. Being a very disciplined, attention-seeking, playful, cheerful, real-big-but-cute dob, he's simply exceptional. I used to walk him every evening, and I mean walk. Can u imagine wat wil happen if he ever decides to run me? gosh.. I never dared to think of the consequences. I saw the radiograph. Though I can't give a 100% correct interpretation, but i can see the word "malignant" staring at me. May God bless him...

This evening had KFC with coursemates.. it was fun.. a 2nd one in a row afta the coursenite 2 weeks ago. Everythin was crazz and laughter filled up the hall.. It was the best coursenite i've ever attended.. hey, y not? I'm the senior, isn't it?! And the privelege of being a senior, is nothing more than.. bullying the juniors, in a decent way. ;) yep.. Gettin together was reali so much fun.. I wished sweet things will last the way it is forever.. But reality has to sink in, i know. It doesn't matter.. as long as I cherish the one moment in front of me. I'll b fine.

Then went on to play guitar with few frens.. wow! it was really.. lovely! like a mini band! i wished i found this band earlier! we sang songs, mainly oldies, played guitar.. i just love it. Well, of course, the moment the guitar fell into my hands.. the songs never went on smooth, there were frequent pauses every here n thr.. geee.. i hope my frens wun mind..

n of course.. i discovered sth new tat nite.. i've been strumming "Qing Fei De Yi" wrongly all these while! gosh... thank goodness i realised it. Now i've got a new song in mind... "Lao Shu Ai Da Mi". i'll pluck it. ;)

Lao Shu Ai Da Mi - sing along!!

Lao Shu Ai Da Mi (Mouse Loves Rice Grain) click here for chords n melody

Wo ting jian ni de sheng yin
You zhong te bie de gan jue
Rang wo bu duan xiang
Bu gan zai wan ji ni

Wo ji de you yi ge ren
Yong yuan liu zai wo xin zhong
Na pa zhi neng gou zhe yang de xiang ni

Ru guo zheng de you yi tian
Ai qing li xiang hui shi xian
Wo he jia bei nu li hao hao dui ni
Yong yuan bu gai bian

Bu guan lu you duo me yuan
Yi ding hui rang ta shi xian
Wo hui qing qing zai ni er bian dui ni shuo
Dui ni shuo

Wo ai ni Ai zhe ni
Jiu xiang lao shu ai da mi
Bu guan you duo shao feng yu
Wo dou hui yi rang pei zhe ni

Wo xiang ni Xiang zhe ni
Bu guan you duo me de ku
Zhi yao neng rang ni kai xin
Wo shen me dou yuan yi
Zhe yang ai ni


老鼠爱大米 歌手:杨臣刚

我听见你的声音
有种特别的感觉
让我不断想不敢再忘记你

我记得有一个人
永远留在我心中
哪怕只能够这样的想你

如果真的有一天
爱情理想会实现
我会加倍努力好好对你永远不改变

不管路有多么远
一定会让它实现
我会轻轻在你耳边对你说(对你说)

我爱你爱着你
就像老鼠爱大米
不管有多少风雨我都会依然陪着你

我想你想着你
不管有多么的苦
只要能让你开心我什么都愿意
这样爱你

Fixed #3

She smiled quietly as she recalled the past few moments which succeeded in making her heart jump. A month back, as she left her part-time job to resume her May semester, Mr Supervisor had quit his job to Australia. They had exchanged phone numbers. Since then Mr Supervisor had been calling her untiringly almost every night. Wo ai ni.. ai zhe ni.. jiu xiang lao shu... She turned to her handphone. Mr Supervisor! Thrilled. Quickly she rushed to her handphone, leaving her study notes sprawled accross her bed. "Call". There was no indication of the caller. An outstation call? Mr Supervisor! It's just gotta be you!

"Hello?" I missed you! She almost squealed with delight.
"Hi hi... it's me! Wow.. you sure sound excited." A deep, sexy, gay voice from the other side of the line.
The frequency wave of the voice was beyond her comprehension. It was a call from the States. Jack? It can't be.. but...Sigh... "Oh, it's you. Ermm.. wat's up?" The excitement in her voice died off.
"What's wrong with you? Er.. you sound.. i mean.. u sound different.."
"Oh, nothing much. Wat's up?" Don't ask.. you dun wana know it.
"Just another night-checking call." Giggled. "How's everything been? Anyone stole your heart away from me lately?"

Cute. But u sure u really want to know? "Jumbled up." Yup.. that's the truth. At least i'm not tryin to hide anything from my other half. Other half? Gosh.. Mr. Supervisor is already quietly knocking on my door.. and.. what abt J?

"Oh? Then you really need to sit down n start restructuring your days." Jack smiled. She's still a little girl..

She hardened her grip on the handphone. No! Darn! You never get it! She almost slammed her head against her handphone. "Oh? I'll try that." Dull. "You know wat? You've been away."

"Away too long." Don't be too long...i hope. I still want you.

Straying...

The week is finali over (not reali yet tho', but i'm glad tat Friday has managed to make its way thru anyhow). I didn't know how i survived it.. but i did it. (oh yes! Yes!! yes! yes! yes! yes! *clasping my hands held close to my heart*.. *squealing with joy* OH YES! )

it has been a week of forcing my palpebral fissure open (poor palpebral muscles) at 7am (or earlier) and allowing it to "now, go rest!" at 2am (or later in the mornin). 5 hours (or less) to rest? Endurance test? geee.. let's just put tat to rest.. not to mention about the non-sleeping hours during the day.

I was on rotation to work in the Small Animal Ward, where i got to handle cute puppies, naughty dogs, gentle kitty tat suddenly says, 'Don't forget tat i've got fangs!!". All in all.. bz bz bz yet... i duno.. is it fun? :p but surely i learned a lot.. n i love it (not the timetable).

4 days in a row, my mind could never run straight. Who could? when their everyday scarce, dear, cherished, reaching-the-peak sweet dreams are always interrupted by the alarm clock in morning?! Not me. I proved myself a big no-no.

During the classes in the morning, i usually try hard to concentrate on wat the lecturers' been prepared to install into our mind. But these 4 days, my mind was somehow switches off frequently. Dr F was lecturing with those knowledgable eyes.. and my eyes went to his tie. Is tat tie askewed? Is it too short? Hmmm... the hair... Hmm.. the shirt.. buttons.. Hmm.. do the colours match? Hmm.. My eyes glimpsed on the projector. How old is this? Is there any bulb inside? Hmm.. nice black colour. From the back of my mind i heard the trailing voice, "conformation is important..... cow hock.... gait... prone to injury...."

I shook my head. Crazy! I wasn't listening!
Next session. "Coronavirus.... you don' want to... Leptospira... (the class laughed)..." Tat hair? Is it better if.. how does it look if... Hmm.. her eyes... "I only eat ... once a year..." Hmm.. the laugh... oooh.. tat shirt.. is it new?

It was sad n disappointing to realise tat i was drowning when the class was very much alive. I tried hard to concentrate.. jot notes.. kept writing to keep my concentration focused.. but once my eyes were off my notes... Hmmm... tat moustache.. tat hair? hmmm... Wouldnt it be nice if...

These mind-straying were truly not fun. Recalling on a friend's comment yesterday, "Don't imagine too much." Sigh.. if only I imagine ALL-RIGHT.

*ALL-RIGHT = at the right time, right place, right ppl, right words, for the right reason.

Where is The Love?

Where is The Love - Black Eyed Peas

What's wrong with the world, mama?
people livin' like they ain't got no mamas
I think the whole world's addicted to the drama
only attracted to the things that'll bring the trama
overseas yeah, we tryin' to stop terrorism
but we still got terrorists here livin'
in the U.S.A, the big C.I.A
the bloods & the crips, and the KKK
but if you only have love for your own ways
then you only leave space to discriminate
and to discriminate only generates hate
and when you hate, then you're bound to get irate
(yeah)
madness is what you demonstrate
and that's exactly how anger works and operates
man ya gotta have love, this'll set us straight
take control of your mind and meditate
let your soul gravitate, to the love ya'll

people killin', people dyin'
children hurt and ya hear them cryin'
can you practice what you preach,
and would you turn the other cheek
father, father, father, help us
send some guidance from above
'cause people got me, got me questionin:
where is the love?
(love)
where is the love?
(the love)
where is the love?
(the love)
where is the love?
(where is the love, the love, the love)

it just ain't the same
old ways have changed
new days are strange, is world insane?
if love and peace is so strong
why are there pieces of love that don't belong
nations droppin' bombs
chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones
with ongoin sufferin', as the youth die young
so ask yourself, is the lovin' really gone
so I can ask myself, really, what is going wrong
with this world that we livin' in
(livin' in)
people keep on givin in
(givin in)
makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends
(yeah)
not respectin' eachother, deny thy brother
a war is goin' on but the reason's undercover
the truth is kept secret, and swept under the rug
if you never know truth, then you never know love
where's the love ya'll? c'mon
(i don't know)
where's the truth ya'll? c'mon
(i don't know)
and where's the love ya'll?

people killin', people dyin'
children hurt and ya hear them cryin'
can you practice what you preach,
and would you turn the other cheek
father, father, father, help us
send some guidance from above
'cause people got me, got me questionin:
where is the love?
(love)
where is the love?
(the love)
where is the love?
(the love)
where is the love?
(where is the love, the love, the love)

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder
(shoulder)
as I'm getting older, ya'll people gets colder
(colder)
most of us only care about money makin'
(monnkey makin')
selfishness got us followin the wrong direction
(wrong direction)
wrong information always shown by the media
(media)
negative images is the main criteria
(criteria)
infecting the young minds faster than bacteria
(bacteria)
kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema
(cinema)

whatever happened to the values of humanity?
whatever happened to the fairness and equality
instead of spreading love we spreadin' animosity
lack of understandin' leading us away from unity
that's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin under
(under)
that's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin down
(down)
It's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin under
(under)
gotta keep my faith alive till love is found
(found)
people killin', people dyin'
children hurt and ya hear them cryin'
can you practice what you preach,
and would you turn the other cheek
father, father, father, help us
send some guidance from above

'cause people got me, got me questionin:
where is the love?
(love)
where is the love?
(the love)
where is the love?
(the love)
where is the love?
(where is the love, the love, the love)

* Black Eyed Peas*

Fixed #2

There were giggles from behind the shelves. Quickly Mr Supervisor directed towards the source of the sound, and there he found her... he smiled, glad.. oops.... and another colleague (?!), gently flipping and turning most bottles on the shelf while actively discussing the benefits of the products, with frequent absent-minded interruption of silly jokes.

He slowly neared them, cleared his throat..rrhmm.. rrrmmmm... mmm... !! seemed to take forever to clear his throat. Nvm, i'll join in the fun some other time. He paced by.. making sure tat his presence was never felt.

"Psst! He's here! hush.." She quickly got up, pretended to arrange the products on the shelf, while her colleague rushed to the other corner of the shop.

Nooo! They must have heard me! My unloyal throat mucus, thank you! He stopped his pace. He turned around towards her. Just briefly.. she wouldn't notice. And there she was.. the sweet, charming, ever-smiling lady was bluntly unnecessarily rearranging the items, moving from shelf to shelf very unsystematically. He smiled. Nervous huh..

Gee.. why is he looking at my direction still?! She wished hard that Mr Supervisor will leave her asap.. his presence was sending an chilly ambient to her..

"Watch out! Hey.. you almost dropped tat!" K suddenly appeared from no where to her rescue from having to compensate RM69.90 for a broken bottle.
"Gee.. thanks.."
"Psst.. y does he keep looking at you?" His question took her off-guard.
"Ha? wat? er.. he does? Perhaps he doesn't like my arrangements.."
"Of course.. neither will I." A hefty punch on his right meaty arms. "Ouch! Hey.. but i can never stand looking at someone like tat. unless.. uh huh uh huh.. u know wat.." He giggled his way out.

Darn! She rolled her fingers into a tight fist. K is still an old man trapped in a young, well-built physical. Her fingers relaxed. Sad, sad.. pathetic ol man.. but Y was Mr. Supervisor looking at me? He wants to tell me sth, perhaps? Ohhh yes.. tat must b it. She grinned. She fixed her eyes at Mr. Supervisor, with constant raising of both enquisitive eye brows, so constant tat they almost twitched at times, demanding for attention. Somehow, Mr. Supervisor did not catch her and continued pacing around the shelves. Lousy... she thought loudly.

"Arrgheemmm!" This is sure a loud one.. hehe.. You looking for me?

Mr. Supervisor immediately turned his head around, with such graceful motion and both eyes brows raised she could feel a breeze of cool air caressing her face. Concerned? Yet flashing the sweetest smile he's been keeping in store for such a long time. The look in his eyes quickly sent a thought into her...

2 lovers who were pulled apart by destiny, finali meet again in the railway station, with the train next to them, of course... metres apart from each other, with the scurrying passengers around them. As their eyes fixed onto one anothers, there goes the music, Loh Hong Ban.. (teng teng teng)... Loh Hong Lau (teng teng teng).. (now this becomes an audio+visual rap) they rushed immediately into each others' embrace... IN AN ULTRA SLOW MOTION MODE, of course. She chuckled. "Err... you looking for me?"

"Ha? er.. no.. er.. just wondering.. er.. you doin ok?" He wondered into her eyes, concerned.

"Oo Kaaay, no prob. of course not.." Her voice softened. Then why did you keep looking at me?! Awtar trick.

Time bomb

"Yeah.. u sure must be riding high.." erm ermm ghhhmmm..
"Hey! I heard you're doing good!" oh yea? u sure? where did u hear them from?
"Hehe.. i need not wish you any luck for i know u ain't need any of 'em.." then y did i asked u to wish me luck?

Kind words.. but they really drive me up the wall esp when i was in deep sh*t, and still, these "well-meant" words couldn't stop rolling in..as if, as if.. sigh.. anyway.. let's just hope that i wil not fall into any sh*t no more.

Been a few days since the last horrifying Monday (first day of final year!).. but i guess the horror is just starting to build up. Monday was not as scary as i expected, i even had enough time to finish a fav novel of mine! hehe.. but this morning.. we were BOOMed.. it's like a bombshell suddenly dropped onto my shoulder.. my auditory ossicles were giving me every possible warning tat a timer was attached along it.. the best thing is.. i'm sure this is just a "greeting" time bomb.. saying, "Hello.. nice to meet you" or "Welcome back".. gee.. more time bombs are looming ahead of me now.. i can sense them.

oh gosh oh gosh.. i just pray and wish n hope, that i'll be able to find the right wire n inactivate the b*mbs, before they explode.. one after another.. oh no no no..

Fixed.

As she walked slowly back to her hostel, the corner of her eyes caught glimpse of a familiar figure. Tall, stout, newly introduced to the obese group.. was her friend D playing basketball with faces who were unfamiliar to her eyes. She focused into the group of boys playing basketball, unwilling to believe that D was playing alone with strangers.

As though attracted by a magnetic wave, her eyes fell upon another familiar figure, her friend, J. J was mind-calculating what it's gonna take to net the ball, his posture and stance all set. Yet, he remained motionless for quite a long time. As she started to wonder why, she noticed that while J's body and limbs were all prepared to shoot the ball, his eyes were elsewhere... fixed unto hers. Hard. Charming. Insistent.

A wave of cool breeze suddenly swept upon her. She shuddered and her heart began thumping wild. Her eyes fixed unto J's.

"What do you think you are doing? Lost your senses? Will a pace-maker help?!" She sardonically inquired her heart. "Or better still, defibrillator?! !"

Infatuation, was the silent reply.
She smiled. Well... maybe.

Getting into the FINALzz.. alas.. but then??

The sun's heat is still intensely felt outside this comfy comlab of FPV. though i've got absolutely nothing to do in mind, I can't go back to my dear room yet.. cycling back at this weather will definitely scorch my melanin-filled skin. here, i'm waiting for something to happen ..

2 hours back, my PM (post mortem) groupmates and I were attentively cutting open 3 cats to look for their cause of death. The smell was horrendous indeed, but there was really nothing much to complain since this is already my fifth year in FPV. However my olfactory nerves read them, I must say that I'm starting to get used to the odour, despite the yucks tat sometimes crawl up my oesophagus and . . . ueeek.

We were greatly enlightened in today's PM practical by our Pathologist Dr. N. The fun-thrilled moment was in learning something very basic, which does not directly relate to pathology. For example.. what happens to the animal when you give him barbiturate? How should you administer them? Y the way? If not, what will happen?

We were happily introduced to veterinary forensic, by studying on the time of death, its factors.. and many more.. including an interesting case study involving 2 farmers with a dog skeleton. In short, which farmer did the dead dog belonged to? Hehe.. guess...

It has been an interesting 5-day PM prac indeed, having spent my time almost to the fullest..Coming to the end of the prac, my entire sensory nerves couldn't help but feel the eerie looming semester.. my 9th semester! oh gosh! my conference! project! thesis! rounds!! rotations!! exams! lectures! oh gosh..

How could I ever be prepared?? The imminent pressure is already felt, need no baroreceptor to sense it. Any kind of receptor will b able to see it in fact.

nervous? Anxious? Can't cheat anyone that i'm not.. but still..

I'll make the most out of myself.. for tat is all I have. I'll try.. i'll try.. n keep trying..

Welcome 9th sem.. welcome..

Back from VRI

yep yep yep.. i'm finali back from VRI (Vet Research Institute)! the 2-week "trip" there was reali beneficial indeed. We were divided into 3 main sections - serology, bacteriology and virology. Everything there seems to be so hi-tech and advanced (at least to my eyes), tat i often look at all the machineries with awe.

What's best was, my managed to revise my microbiology knowledge here, now i have a feeling within tat confirms, "I'm now definitely smarter than 2 years back, ahem." hopefully i'll remember all tat i learned here..

During day time, it's learning aka working time, and after 4.30pm, it's 100% play or tv time! Everyday we'll play pingpong without miss. Some of us even improved quite a lot on our pingpong skills! What a beneficial trip indeed. ehehe.. ;)

first day at Sero Lab..
The Robocop-like centrifuge
Beautiful VRI flowers
Shooting for Wawasan2020
BZ at work @ Bacte lab
Gua Kek Lok Tong - a wonderful tranquil place
At San Bao Tong
Sun rise at VRI..
VRI staffs happily warming up
Havin fun at RM1 K-OK
Gigantic Electron microscope
Deer farm@ infoternak, sg siput
Beautiful ipoh, partiali destroyed (look at the mountain!)
UV-light microscope
Gigantic factory.. wonder wat's it working on?
Heavenly Ipoh..
Muzium Darul Ridzuan..
Sayonara VRI..