Decision made

Ok, I've decided. I am not going back to Malaysia. Nothing can change this decision...unless I could find a ticket which is less than $2500 which is an impossibility at the moment. I THOUGHT I had emailed my dad a few days ago but I just realised I did not press 'send' and closed the web browser. *bang head on the wall* I rechecked the ticket price...and it has gone up from $2600 to $ 3682!!! In just a few days!!! At least, that's a weight lifted off my shoulder because I was worried about rushing on my Wellington transition if I were to go back home.

Update on my sore ankle.
Thanks to Michelle for lending me her wonder gel - Voltaren, my ankle is not sore anymore. =P

Yesterday, I did something that I thought I would never do it again - BABYSITTING! After babysitting my cousins for a summer three years ago, I told myself I would never touch children again. And there I was, babysitting 4 children with Davina for the whole afternoon yesterday. Natasha is the youngest, around 4 and has the cutest eyes ever. She made me played with her and her polly doll for an hour. Imagine May May the female gamer who plays Rainbow 6 and Halo ended playing polly doll with a 4 year old - for an hour! It was awkward at first because I did not understand a word that Natasha was speaking. I kept nodding my head because I reckoned children want people to agree with them, no matter how ridiculous their theories are. The boy is cute too...he has big, sparkling, irresistable eyes ( actually all of the children have inherited those cute eyes). He is only 8 and already, I can see potential gamer like Raymond in him. Those big eyes were glued to the big ass Mac screen while he concentrated intensely on his game. I found that children are usually shy when their parents are around. As soon as the parents left the house...WOW...that's when their true selves are exposed. Ok, more babies to come. Jac's niece and Glenn's daughter.

To go or not to go HOME

To go or not to go?

Contemplation. Pros vs cons.

What's in my heart?
I want to see my family. I want to meet up with my old friends. Grandpa is not doing well. I really want to visit him. Although he showed favoritism at times and I am his least favourite among all the cute grandchildren, I do respect him. He is my grandpa who brought up my mum and cared for my family.

On the other hand...my progress of finding an accommodation in Wellington is NIL. Don't get me wrong. I've done my homework---"trademe-ing" and I even emailed some of the tenants BUT nobody reply me =___='''. In addition, I have unconsciously developed a phobia to flight. Maybe it is the long hours of sleeplessness and restricted movement. Maybe it is the dreadful thought of sitting next to a hyuntai. But above all, what really hinders me from going home all these years is pressure. Pressure within the family. Pressure from relatives. Pressure from all the other 3 gu 6 po. The amplitude of the sound wave in my family has always been at the higher end of the bell curve =P, so I am kinda immune to that. My aunties and uncles are generous loving people. In fact they are my sponsors for my breathtaking, expensive education. But having said that, it comes with a high expectation. Expectation to do extremely well with distinction written all over the exam papers! *gulp gulp* And there are always people who put your spirit down in whatever you do. * Bigger gulp*

Time is running out and I have yet to decide.

And oh, adding to the cons...my lovely but naughty aunties are scheming for a matchmaking. I can smell it. =P

But yeah, I have a feeling I will regret it if I did not go back this summer.

Update of my sore foot

Ouch!
My left foot still hurts!
And the doctor did nothing about it. Oh...actually, she did help me to fill up my ACC form.
However I felt relieved to know that I did not fracture my tarsal bones. But it has been two weeks now and my foot is still hurting especially during eversion. Since there is no swelling, she ruled out the possibility of a sprain. At first I am frustrated at how useless unhelpful the doctor was. I might as well consult myself and save $6.50. But now that I think about it, it is very foolish of me to judge somebody who knows alot more than I do. Obviously, she must have seen many cases and therefore more experience and knowledgeable than I am. This is lesson no.1 that I have learned today.

Humans are complex being. The catch is do not make any assumption. Assumption is only meant for self and not applicable to others. This is lesson no.2.

ORF recipe

I've just watched a movie recommended by Jac---The Painted Veil. It is supposed to be a romantic movie which it is, but what interested me is the epidemic of cholera. Infected person can die within a few hours after the onset of the symptom. The death is not directly due to the bacteria itself but rather the dehydration that follows later on. In a resource-scarce situation, antibacteria treatment and IV rehydration is often not accessible. Here is a useful home-made recipe for oral rehydration therapy.

8 tsp of sugar
1 tsp of salt
1/2 a mashed banana
1 liter of BOILED water

Tadaa...it is simple, easy and instant but amazingly effective---accroding to wikipedia (erm...I haven't try that myself so no comment from my part).

Wow...I love watching movies because there is always something I can learn from it.

Uncertainty

Went job hunting today. Finding a decent job is not easy. There's always that amount of stress lurking around. I wonder how it feels like to become an employer.

Elimination round no. 1.
X Meh, CV too lengthy! Must be a long winded person!
X Too eager, might overtake the company next time.
X Wrong company, this is xoxo Ltd, not xoxoxo Ltd.
X Too short!

Elimination round no.2
X Smile too much=fake!
X Too bitchy!
X Miniskirt?!?!
X Stop staring deep into my eyes, it's too intimidating!

Uncertainty. It is a very daunting feeling. *gulp* But that's what faith stands for. Believing that God's plan is to PROSPER you, not to harm you, even though you could not foresee your future.

Ok, looking forward to the LAN party at Raymond's tonight!

Day 5

I don't like people being late. But I am the one being very very late today. Sorry, Princess Jac, I give you the permission to bite me two times on my ass.

Jac, Rebekah and I ( and somebody *hint hint* if it wasn't for that somebody to be sleeping like a log=P) were supposed to meet up at Starbucks before we set off to Chinese Garden today. And I was 40 minutes late!!! *knock head*

We were already camwhoring posing and snapping away with our camera at the entrance. The garden is not as big as I've imagined. But the design and the architecture is very cleverly thought of. It reminds me of those secret gardens in the ancient Chinese movies where the 'ladies' have their high tea. That's exactly how we felt like. We were like posing and taking photos at every possible corners: over the bridge, under the rocks, over the rocks, outside the toilet, etc etc.

Something happened at the very end of our tour (more like photo frenzy session). Something BIG. My camera *sob sob* decided it had enough and commited suicide. It slipped out of my hand and went straight on into the lake. I could see the camera (which is in its case) floating on the surface and it would still be rescuable if I climbed over the railing and 'jumped' into the not-so-deep lake. But the staff will not let us. Instead, he tried to use a long pole to 'scoop' it up but ended up 'throwing' the camera further away. My heart sinked as I watched my camera sinked out of sight. Finally, he decided to wet himself for the sake of my camera. We went straight to Jonathans in hope to resuscitate my camera but the store manager told us that the chances of resuscitation is grime. Oh well, maybe that's the punishment for camwhoring being vain.

Anyway, The Full Monty was the highlight of the night. It wasn't that 'dodgy', in fact I think the story line is pretty good. Glenn and Raymond were pulling Sharon's leg and had actually planned to sandwich her throughout the show, but decided later to give her some peace in enjoying her 36.50 worth of everything. Sharon an I were very sporting(not excited *cough cough*). Our group were the only asian but surprisingly, we were the loudest. I was screaming cheering so loudly (especially towards the end) until I had a hoarse voice. Ok, people, it's all for the sake of being supportive. We met the casts and musicians later on after the show and they were totally different! Malcome is soooo cute in real life. And the big black dude actually agreed to come to our Sunday service!!!

Wow, what a day/night! Truly enjoy it! Sorry, no pictures (and you know why) to be posted this time. =(

Day 3

Day 3 into my post exam syndrome:

Hot! Hot! Hot! (But not as hot as M'sia and S'pore---haha for Joss and Ron)
Went to buy Full Monty ticket, but halfway down the road, I realised I did not bring my student ID. So, under the blazing sun, I walked all the way back again. By the time I reached home, I am literally drenched in my own sweat.

Anyway, heroes of the day---the A&D offered me a ride to Region and I was so glad not having to walked all the way to Octagon again.

We had a little 'disagreement' with the lady selling the ticket at Region.
Davina : Where can we see the musician?
Lady : This is not an orchestra, all the music are recorded.
All : Are you sure?!?!
Lady : Yea, I've been there once.
Agnes : But my friend is a lead keyboardist for the play.
Lady : *Blink Blink* *Asked another lady beside her*
Ok, you are right!

The musician would be really kek tiok if they heard that.

Highlight of the day---I had a short meeting with my prospect future flatmates. It is quite a bizarre combination. We have Fijian, Kiwi, Kiwi Indian, Tonga and Asian (me). I have no idea how would I fit in next year. After so many years of flatting with Malaysians, I am so used to Malaysian cooking, Malaysian jokes, Malaysian accent, Malaysian slang, Malaysian timing, etc, etc. Eeeeks!

Day 2

Day 2 into my post exam syndrome:

I love the message today by Pastor G. He preached about speaking positivity into our lives. We 'create' our own future through what we speak. A lot of times, we missed the opportunity to achieve something big through talking down to ourselves.

"No, this is too hard. "
"No, I am not gifted enough to do this."
"I don't expect much of myself after failing at the first try."

That message is an encouragement to me. There are times when I felt like an underachiever because I had self-created an atmosphere of negativity. It is better to say "I can do it!" rather than "I am such a loser" .

I went to Dinner@5 to help Aunty T S preparing her food. She is xxxxx (starts with the letter before t and ends with y). Anyway, she will make a good businesswoman but a hard-to-please boss.

Day 1

Ok, because I've been so indulge in my post exam I-just-want-to-do-nothing lifestyle, I have totally neglected my blog. I will make up for it by posting three entries at once.

Day 1 of my post exam syndrome:

Went grocery shopping with Sharon. As we past the Woodsth Park, I met a kid who is about 4ish. He was skateboarding with his brother. He came up to us and we had this coolest conversation ever.

Kiddo: Yo man, I'm skateboarding.
Me : Oh, skateboarding. (x__x I have no idea how to converse with a kiddo)
Kiddo: What are you guys up to?
Sharon: We are going grocery shopping.
Kiddo: Ok, catch you later dude!

Where on earth did he learn all these? Either he watched too much American movies or his parents are really cool.

Anyway, we planned to cook clay pot chickent rice that night but ended up making za jian mien.

We were glued to the TV for the rest of the day/night and doing absolutely NOTHING.

No more

Tik tik. One mintue to go.

Tik tik. 30 seconds.

10, 9, 8...3, 2, 1. YOU MAY STOP WRITING NOW. For once, I anticipated this sentence.

*fire crackles in the air*

Freedom...after four weeks of torturing my brain. Finally, I can play my game wholeheartedly. I want to upgrade my level to elite in Rainbow 6. I want to play unreal tournament until I vomit from motion sickness. I want to laze my day off reading novels on my bed. I want to start a 'drama-athon' and finish off my outstanding dramas within three days.

Right after exam, I went for lunch with Sam and Mae Ann at Capers and saw three tables of my fellow classmates celebrating their freedom too. After that we went to Starbucks and guess who was there? Chyi Chyi, our cute little friend. My original plan was to meet up with the other pharmacy friends at Starbucks but the presence of Chyi Chyi changed everything. I ended up talking to her the whole time because she's just too cute and entertaining. =P

Yeah... everybody was happy until Fiona asked me something and I blurted out the bad news (as I thought she already knew it). I felt really terrible. Partly because I'm the one who broke the news and partly because it was upsetting to see somebody being so badly shaken. It is not the best-est setting to do it, imagine having to cry in a crowded cafe with all your friends staring at you. I have a feeling I spoiled the fun because somehow there's no photo-taking session and everybody seems to go their separate way. OOPSY. Oh well, I should learn not to be so blunt sometimes.

Anyway, I'm off to tidy up my room which has just been hit by the preexam hurricane.

What is wrong with Shrek?

Shrek is not cursed.

He just has a few health problems. And fortunately, they are curable.

1. Acromegaly.
2. Jaundice
3. Truncal Obesity
4. Ears? Hmm...that's tricky. The ears might have been bitten by donkey and were replaced by prosthetic ears.
   

They want us to become a cytokinologist!

Two down.

One more to go.

Two words to summarize the exam today---CYTOKINES OVERDOSE!

I heard curses 'flying' around the air as soon as everybody walked out the Hunter CAL.

The microbiology department is being really serious about producing the next generation of "cytokines-obsessed" doctors who are very keen about cytokines and their relation to the pathogenesis of meningitis leading to sepsis. Not only that, they also want to make sure that all the gynaecologists in the future have a profound understanding of the cytokines and the immunology behind pregnancy including antisperm antibody and the rejection of conceptus.

I give the department my deepest salute...but please don't fail me for making up so much stories about TNFalfa, IL1, IL6, macrophage, Th1 and Th2 (I didn't even know how they relate to meningitis and pregnancy specifically but they are the only cytokines and related immune cells that I could think of) =___='''.

I hope, miraculously, my stories will be reasonably acceptable though they might not be as interesting as those told by Prof. Frank Griffin.

Why don't you ask something about HIV, I can tell you the entire universe about HIV because I've spend the whole Tuesday afternoon studying it.

However, I've learned something very important today. Something that my mum always told me...不要让大便到了屁股才去挖洞 (I don't see the validity of this proverb to our generation since we have a flushable toilet but anyway...).
One just couldn't digest everything in a day.