<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614</id><updated>2012-01-31T00:39:04.396+08:00</updated><category term='Emo'/><category term='annoyed and irritated'/><title type='text'>~Behind Closed Doors~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-1983457595245498125</id><published>2012-01-31T00:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T00:39:04.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye January</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;As the first month of the year comes to an end, I’m battling day-in-day-out for my head in CDR. Why is being in CDR such a problem you ask? Let me assure you, it has nothing to do with the drugs or reconstituting them. In fact I can say that I’m a bit fearless when I “dress-up” to enter the clean room. Lets just say I’m starting to believe that the evil witch from wizard of oz has escaped to my world!! arghhhh!!! 3 more days left before I’m 50% done with it. CDR is an interesting place, you get to learn new stuff, see new things and gain a new experience. Its kinda fun you know. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Chinese New Year was around the corner and I spent it how? By sitting back and relaxing by the beaches of Terengganu. I must say, I envy the PRPs there! Their hospital is NEXT TO THE FREAKING BEACH!!! My CNY holidays were well spent I must say, since I only had 2 days off and I couldn’t head back, sitting by the beach seemed ideal to me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Heading back to KL in 3 more days!!! ~Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-1983457595245498125?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/1983457595245498125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=1983457595245498125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/1983457595245498125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/1983457595245498125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2012/01/bye-bye-january.html' title='Bye Bye January'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-4835277431969072610</id><published>2012-01-17T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T21:54:51.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 22!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Yes, as the title says, WEEK 22 BAYBEH!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I’ve done 5 months plus, and another 7 to go! With all my seniors getting transferred back, I’m staying optimistic! =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Week 22 marks the end of my rotation at Galenicals. Well, it was a fun time there. I don’t get why some people say that its a waste of time, or its the best time to skip it, because honestly, there is ALOT to learn if you look properly. Things which aren’t taught at the counter while dispensing, the chemistry of things, why is this given in such a way. I feel kinda sad that I only have 2 weeks there and there is SO much to learn and digest!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Dreading the coming 4 weeks, when I’ll be in CDR. *sigh* Hope all goes well.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Life here is getting super boring! If not for the company I have here, I’ll probably die of boredom – seriously! I’ve been cut out from the entertainment world far too long. At times, I seriously miss the times where I used to sit and watch E!News, The Hills, Laguna Beach… yea, and all the other bimbo shows. There just seems like there is no more time in my current life for me to do so. And lets not begin with the lack of shopping and unwinding places available here in KB! Yes, there are places to chill, but if you keep going back to the same place, it gets kinda boring. I’m in need for something fresh and new, and unfortunately KB has nothing of that sort to offer me. So the conclusion is, I should continue counting down to the day I leave this place.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today as I was on my way to work, I realised that I haven’t worn heels in AGES!! And that is probably because even with flats the flooring of my hospital sometimes threatens to make me skid! But I do really, really miss my heels and I’m intentionally leaving them in KL so that I won’t deliberately wear them to work.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Speaking of work, it is research season here, and I’m kinda excited about my title. Its something new for me, and its interesting, possibly publication worthy IF I find something great, and if I don’t, it will still be able to give an impact of some kind. Bottom line is, I’m hyped up about my research topic and having interest in your topic is important to make it work!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-4835277431969072610?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/4835277431969072610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=4835277431969072610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/4835277431969072610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/4835277431969072610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2012/01/week-22.html' title='Week 22!'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-1940763344273485184</id><published>2012-01-08T20:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T20:50:28.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The first week of 2012 was awesome! Spent time with the family, shopped like a crazy person, and for once in a long, long time, I got to enjoy the weekend! Yes, having a full weekend while I’m in KB is rare, but it happens. And what makes me feel even better is that from now till September, I only have like 4 weekend shifts. A good thing considering that i had like 4-5 shifts in the last 4 months. Thank you new PRP!!! =) This month is kinda relaxing, I’m at Pre-packing, after I’m done with pre-packing I’ll be headed to CDR. To see it now, I feel that time is moving fast! And I’m glad that it is.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-1940763344273485184?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/1940763344273485184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=1940763344273485184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/1940763344273485184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/1940763344273485184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-4814767018319811288</id><published>2011-12-28T18:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T18:56:39.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 wrap up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;This is it, the last weekend for 2011. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;2011 was many things. I had a lot of good, fun, sad, scary, amazing memories made this year. If I had perceived 2010 as a sucky year, 2011 was better, not great, but better, and for that I’m grateful.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;2012 seems to be mystery to me. I don’t know what to expect, I don’t know what’s coming, I just know that its gonna be 2012. And by the way, I think the whole &amp;quot;”world-is-gonna-end-in-2012” is crap!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I just realised that come next week, it would mean that I have completed 5 months here.. which seems like a long time when I say it out loud but it doesn’t feel like I’ve been here for 5 months. Oh well, 5 months done just means 7 months to go before I go back to KL! =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Heading back to KL in the morning tomorrow. =) Looking forward to seeing my pumpkin!!!!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Happy New Year people! Have fun over the weekend!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;19 weeks done, 33 to go!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-4814767018319811288?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/4814767018319811288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=4814767018319811288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/4814767018319811288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/4814767018319811288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-wrap-up.html' title='2011 wrap up!'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-1364889581874066423</id><published>2011-12-23T16:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T16:58:17.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week #18 update!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I have survived amazingly week 17 and week 18. And yes, there were moments where I was exhausted to the max! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Its amazing how some people are “gently” reprimanded for their &lt;strong&gt;MAJOR &lt;/strong&gt;mistakes and how others and severely reprimanded for minor ones. I guess no matter how much we try to move forward, there will still be segregation and favouritism based on skin colour, race and religion. Maybe society isn’t ready to accept others. I sometimes really do wonder when will society learn to accept everyone and lose its judgemental compass?&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I’ve come to learn many things these past weeks by observation only. Nobody dares to say anything, they just quietly swallow it. The only person watching your back is you. People tend to use other people to get what they want. I wonder how some can be so indulged in their own selfishness, to completely ignore the needs of others. What ever happened to compassion? What ever happened to being understanding? Whatever happened to being helpful??? AND WHAT THE HELL is wrong with people who have recently gained “power”??? Forgetting that once you were just like me, clueless and confused. Didn’t anyone help you? If no one helped you, didn’t you wish that someone did? Didn’t you wish that someone would be understanding to you. Gaining a SMALL amount of power went straight to your head and now you are the king/queen of the world and all you do is be an ass to those beneath you. Yea, lead by “great” example. Makes us all want to inspire to be just like you! *please note the sarcasm*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;On a HAPPIER NOTE, I got a bday surprise by my Kelantan “adopted” family!! it all started with my housemate surprising me with a mini bday cupcake at McD, followed by the “hidden” bday card.. then after fetching her from work, we headed for some desserts and girl talk when I was&amp;#160; surprised by the presence of the 2 guys, and icing on the cake was, well the cake! haha! after the sing-a-long and cake cutting, all of us were surprised when our senior pharmacist who happened to be walking pass the shop stopped by to see what all the commotion was about.. hehe.. so yea, my bday in Kelantan was a surprised filled one! =) thanks to all the people involved.(you know who you are)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I really hope that you don’t have to celebrate my bday again next year because that would be too depressing for me to celebrate my 2nd bday here. *ignore the depression-filled sentence*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;18 weeks done, 34 to go!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-1364889581874066423?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/1364889581874066423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=1364889581874066423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/1364889581874066423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/1364889581874066423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/12/week-18-update.html' title='Week #18 update!!'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-5536819743554035987</id><published>2011-12-16T08:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T08:13:01.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a little less miserable….</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.. is better than being more miserable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Last year this time, was having the time of my life in Malacca with the MM! Fast-forward 1 year: M battling office politics, favouritism, hectic schedules, home sickness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What makes all of the above a little less miserable? Having people to around you who are constantly trying their best to make you happy. =) And for that, I’m grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Turning 24 tomorrow, and the trainees in my hospital have to unknowingly remind me of that. One called me "Puan”, the other called me “Madam”. I guess I have like a thousand wrinkles on my face these days. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have to wait till the 29th before I get to go back again (Maybe cause they’ve made me work on like every single perayaan. –.-“) 29th Dec – 3rd Jan 2012 I’ll be in KL again. I need to recharge or else I’ll just relapse into depression. *sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;17 WEEKS ARE DONE AND OVER WITH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;by the way, had a dream that I got posted to Negeri Sembilan for my FRP. The last time I dreamt about&amp;nbsp; my posting it came true. Oh well, N9, is a WHOLE lot nearer than this place right? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s: passed my damn forensic exam OK!!! (take that people who-failed-me-in-IMU ! hmphh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-5536819743554035987?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/5536819743554035987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=5536819743554035987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/5536819743554035987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/5536819743554035987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/12/being-little-less-miserable.html' title='Being a little less miserable….'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-7938994927383237383</id><published>2011-12-08T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T21:20:48.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The great SUCKY week 17-20</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Yes. I’m fast forwarding to week 17 till 20. Wondering why I’m talking about 4 weeks which haven’t even taken place yet? Because I’ll be at OPD and the schedule is out and I’m fascinated by the fact that the person who did the schedule actually thinks that I can be at 2 places at the same time. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I know, its amazing what goes on in some people’s head. Maybe they should be reminded that I’m not some sort of microorganism like a yeast or something where I can just “bud” into 2 and be at 2 places at the same time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Maybe alot of things don’t make much sense to anyone just yet, but let me say this – office politics. It makes the road a very slippery one when you’re at the lowest post and you need to avoid such “obstacles”. I guess surviving this shit is something I must learn on my own.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I’ve always believed in karma. Right now, I see my self helping people, but “conveniently” when I need help, there is none. I get forced into working like dog. Some people here are just damn lazy. When its peak hour, they can still move at a pace which will mislead you to think that there is nothing to do. And people like this always get away with their doings. Makes you wonder where the hell karma is!!!! Its not that I’m such a terrible person that I’m praying for something bad to happen to someone, but I just think that karma seems to be taking FOREVER! Maybe I’m impatient, but I’ll just keep on believing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Some people talk slow, walk slow..maybe even their neurones connect slowly.. I shouldn’t be a bitch and make fun of them now should I? But I would really like to see them survive in the world outside.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Looking on the bright side, I just completed my store rotation. Being the end of the year, I had to OT&amp;#160; this week.. but I rather stay on in the store than head off to my next station – but such things don’t really happen in reality so I just need to face my reality. I’m gonna miss my rotation in store. Haven’t quite found my niche yet. I like in-patient, I like being a ward pharmacist, I like being a store pharmacist…not sure if I can say the same thing about my next rotation though.. but, never speak too soon! I might just blog about how much I LOVE OPD. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Anything can happen in a place like this, especially when they expect me to be at 2 places at the same time! =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="3"&gt;4 MONTHS DONE – 8 TO GO!!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="3"&gt;I have 2/3 more to go!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-7938994927383237383?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/7938994927383237383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=7938994927383237383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/7938994927383237383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/7938994927383237383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/12/great-sucky-week-17-20.html' title='The great SUCKY week 17-20'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-1081700160590054765</id><published>2011-11-26T17:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T17:43:18.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post- Holiday Laziness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I’ve been bitten by the lazy bug! after weeks of being “rajin” and working non-stop.. I went for a long vacation and now that I’m back to work, my mood is still stuck in “vacation mode”. I still have a pile of work to go through (&lt;em&gt;Note: 2 Case reports, Passing up of Log Book, Studying for ViVa and not forgetting, the dearly beloved SKT FORM&lt;/em&gt;).       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;SKT and 1 long case has to done by today, Log book by tomorrow, 2nd case report by the end of this week..and viva by the end of Dec. Not too much right? Self imposed deadlines are always better than the non-existent ones.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;PM shift for 2mrw and day after.. Parents might be visiting this Wed once the flood warning has been lifted (&lt;em&gt;Predicted to flood from 25/11-28/11&lt;/em&gt;). New car arriving soon (&lt;em&gt;excited&lt;/em&gt;). &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;M planning for a Dec holiday but probably just heading back home because I’ve already taken too much of holidays this month. :p&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;*yawns*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Shall attempt to kill the lazy bug. Wish me LUCK!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-1081700160590054765?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/1081700160590054765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=1081700160590054765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/1081700160590054765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/1081700160590054765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/11/post-holiday-laziness.html' title='Post- Holiday Laziness'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-5164771623953971370</id><published>2011-11-20T19:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T19:17:40.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week #14</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Yes! It is week 14 and where am I? HOME!! just got back from Malacca. Btw, m seriously considering relocating to Malacca. I don’t what it is about that place that has got me hooked to it! It is probably the historic past, but nevertheless, I love that place!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Week 14 basically means I survived HELL-WEEK a.k.a week 13. Why was week 13 hell-week you ask? Well, basically since I was working non-stop, had an exam and a presentation on week 13! Right now I’m just glad that it is over. Took a couple of days off so that I could unwind but time just seems to pass by super fast! argh!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Since I came back on the 17th, I’ve managed to catch up with 2 of my besties, spend time with my family, and as mentioned above, VISIT MALACCA!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Kinda not looking forward to go back to work knowing that there is a pile of work awaiting me there, but then again, ain’t that life? *sigh*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I shopped like crazy at Jonker today. And tomorrow I will be a crazy shopper at KLCC perhaps? Or KL Festival City or something like that which my mom was telling me about.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Oh, and I heart my new ride! :D :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have 38 weeks left! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-5164771623953971370?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/5164771623953971370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=5164771623953971370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/5164771623953971370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/5164771623953971370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/11/yes-it-is-week-14-and-where-am-i-home.html' title='Week #14'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-2639751618717164255</id><published>2011-11-07T19:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T19:10:14.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The exhausting weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I can’t really post on week 11 &amp;amp;12 because for me, it is just a blurry phase. It’s Monday today. Been working straight since last Thursday. Yesterday was the worst as I had to work from 8am-9pm. Funny how some people just take note of your complaint that you have to work 13 hours, and do nothing much about it. “Efficient” indeed. Last week I was at surgical, this week at peads, also I’m in charge of Methadone in the morning which basically means I can kiss my ward rounds goodbye! (2 weeks with no ward rounds to do is indeed a very depressing thing =( ) Wednesday is my tutorial for my forensic. Next Monday is my exam, next Wednesday I’m on-call and I have my ward case presentation. As hectic and crazy my schedule seems, it doesn’t really kill me that much as I’ll be going back on the 17th morning! (Yay!!) – regardless of how I fared in my exam and presentation.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;So I’m kinda in my 12th week now. Shows how fast time flies doesn’t it? 3 months done, 9 more to go before I head back to KL for good! :) The monsoon season has also started here, so I’m bracing myself for the great floods! It’ll be a new experience for me. M just hoping that I don’t get swept away into the SCS! (South China Sea)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Thats all for updates, have to complete my slides and study ASAP! See you next week with (hopefully) good news! :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-2639751618717164255?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/2639751618717164255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=2639751618717164255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/2639751618717164255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/2639751618717164255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/11/exhausting-weeks.html' title='The exhausting weeks'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-7255850515133369664</id><published>2011-10-29T21:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T21:51:42.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The brink of week 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;So my holidays have ended, only to be greeted by the fact that I’ll be working (starting from 2mrw), every SINGLE day till 16/11. WOW! I know. I think I’m going crazy. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;By the way, the service for Air Asia today totally SUCKED! I think I’ll be flying with Firefly on my next trip back. *rolls eyes*'&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;M gonna go off now.. because I have a pile of work to be completed and hell starts 2mrw&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-7255850515133369664?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/7255850515133369664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=7255850515133369664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/7255850515133369664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/7255850515133369664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/10/brink-of-week-11.html' title='The brink of week 11'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-7754865893951198015</id><published>2011-10-25T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T08:07:00.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>week #10 : Back to KL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sham is blogging this from HOME! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Was greeted by a delightful furball yesterday, but not at the airport though, but who cares, I got to see her!! :) And now I kinda miss Cili Padi..it's like having 2 pets at 2 different places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before I left my work place, I was saddened by a death of a kid in my ward.. =(&amp;nbsp;*sigh* The misery of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life still goes on, and my heart goes out to the kid's family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;M now getting ready to shop for a new vehicle and some new clothes..oh, and maybe even a new phone! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;See you guys once I'm back in KB!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-7754865893951198015?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/7754865893951198015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=7754865893951198015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/7754865893951198015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/7754865893951198015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/10/week-10-back-to-kl.html' title='week #10 : Back to KL!'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-6136016565927714961</id><published>2011-10-21T09:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T09:40:41.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>week #9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;OK. Week 9 has ended. I just finished my first week at critical care. How was it? It was kinda depressing/challenging/exhausting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why depressing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To read the patient’s story of how they came in for abdominal pain/fever/cough and how they can get so screwed up until they lie there in front of you, with tubes sticking out from every possible place, unsure if they will wake up and get better. It got me thinking, did this patient know that when he/she came to the hosp that it would be the last time they walked/talked/ lived like a normal person? Did they know that they would be warded for 40 over days, and progress to such a stage where there is no return? And sometimes, it hurts even more to see such patient because they have no family support. 40 days in critical care and not once a family member came to visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why challenging?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Because we’re fighting superbugs here and there. Patient A comes in for 1 type of infection, we treat it, and suddenly gets a new infection which is more resistant, or something else comes up which we need to manage. And more complicated stuff..and it gets soooo chaotic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why exhausting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Because of the 2 reasons above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway, I’ll be going to visit my patients later..voluntarily because I want to know how they have reacted to some of the new managements implemented ystd by me and my preceptor. Hope it won’t be too long as I have no intention to freeze to death there. (yea, its super cold in there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Week 9 has ended which only means WEEK 10 IS HERE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Week 10 = ME GOING HOME!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Can’t wait to go home!! I was skyping with my mom the other day, and I decided to call Pumpkin and she started to look for me and whine.. =(. But the cutest part was watching her look for me under the table and on the wall. LOL! I honestly don’t know why my dog thinks that I’m inside the wall or under the table but it was cute to watch. I need to prepare for 2 presentations coming up this Sunday and Monday and only then I can fly back in PEACE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sham will be arriving at LCCT on the 24th of October @ 8.20pm. Provided that there are no delays. *fingers crossed* M hoping that my furball will be there to greet me as well.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’M GOING HOME!!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;9 WEEKs DONE, 43 to go….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-6136016565927714961?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/6136016565927714961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=6136016565927714961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/6136016565927714961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/6136016565927714961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/10/week-9.html' title='week #9'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-2111745484642778188</id><published>2011-10-14T10:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T10:32:04.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>week 8!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I’m aware that most of you must be super bored with my weekly updates but I just have to update something here!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Last week was my first week of medical ward rotation, and at the end of last week, I was tired and wondering if clinical was really what I want to do. And then this week happened. And I know for sure clinical is my thing. I was working the PM shift yesterday, which meant that I need to only come it at 2.30 and work till 9pm. But if I did that, I would miss out on my ward round. After spending the entire week being actively engaged in managing 20+ patients in the ward, I felt sad, (yes, SAD) that I would be leaving the medical ward and would not be able to see how the progress of these patients. So, I went to work at 7.30am yesterday, so that I can complete my own round with the patients, and then followed by the “official” round by the specialist, discuss some cases with my preceptor, clerk cases, and before you know it, it was 2.30pm and I just continued my day at OPD. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Yea, it was kinda exhausting for me, but I did it voluntarily. Some even thought that I came early because I forgot my timetable. :P &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Next week, I’ll be at critical care wards, so I’m looking forward to a bunch of new patients which I will be helping to manage.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Truth be told, I kinda wanna stay at the medical ward, because there are some patients which I’ve managed in some aspects and haven’t been discharged yet, and I want to see how they progress, but it’s ok, I’ll visit that ward during my free time. And yes, I *heart* clincals. I may not be super excellent at it yet, but that is why I’m currently attached there, to further better and deepen my clinical knowledge. My only wish is that I can spend longer than the time allocated for me in the ward rotation. :(&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I also completed 2/5 presentations this week, before I go off for my Deepavali break, I would have completed 4/5. Suddenly time passes by so fast! :( That’s all I have to update for this week! :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8 weeks done 44 TO GO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-2111745484642778188?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/2111745484642778188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=2111745484642778188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/2111745484642778188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/2111745484642778188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/10/week-8.html' title='week 8!'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-1515384128379702455</id><published>2011-10-06T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T21:38:16.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 7 Quickie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here is a quick and small update for the end of week 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Week 7 = Week 1 out of 6 for my ward rotation. M dead tired from combing through cases in search for PCI’s. M dead tired from studying so that I can make interventions during the rounds, and I’m dead tired from trying to figure out how to arrange my time table around my holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The only thing which makes me happy about ward is how fast time flies. Hope my 6 weeks of tiring slavery will end soon. If there were no targets to be met, I believe more “quality” pharmacists can be trained. Just my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Good night people!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;45 WEEKS TO GO!! WOOHOO!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;P/s: heard abt the 1+3 to 1+1. not sure if it is a good thing or not and I’m not sure if I’ll be affected by it or not, but either way, what is meant to happen will happen. For now, all I can think about is my present situation. No time to think of the future just yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-1515384128379702455?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/1515384128379702455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=1515384128379702455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/1515384128379702455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/1515384128379702455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/10/week-7-quickie.html' title='Week 7 Quickie!'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-2259331179874126791</id><published>2011-10-01T15:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T15:24:37.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>week #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;My plan to head back home this weekend was dashed when I was told that I had to work this weekend. –.-“&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Anyway, week 6 was a GOOD week for me. I honestly don’t know why. Maybe it was because of the absence of certain people or the presence of a certain person. But whatever the reason was, week 6 is OVER! :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Weekend screening was a nightmare yesterday but was OK today. Was kinda wondering what I’ll do when a TDM case comes flying my way.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Week 6 marks the end of my in-patient rotation. Need to complete Satellite as well before I can be completely rid of that log book of mine, but nevertheless, 50% is better than being not done at all. Right now, I’m anticipating the coming 6 weeks where I will be in my ward rotation. Sad thing is that it will clash with Deepavali celebration. =( Sucks to be me. Hope I can get my leave approved for post-ward.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Biggest joke I’ve heard to date is someone asking me this, “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you OK with eating rice? Your culture doesn’t eat rice right? So how do you find it here?”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Seriously, what do Indians eat when we have our banana leaf rice??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Sometimes I feel like a tourist. :P&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Cheers to the coming 6 weeks where I’ll be too busy to update my blog. Don’t miss me! :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-2259331179874126791?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/2259331179874126791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=2259331179874126791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/2259331179874126791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/2259331179874126791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/10/week-6.html' title='week #6'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-237497479277930637</id><published>2011-09-25T14:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T14:11:44.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to KL weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And I’m back here blogging from the comfort of my KB room.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;This time back to KL was awesome, as always. Managed to do many things and eat much of my favourites!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;First day back I had nasi lemak, mom’s cooking, roti canai (there is NO mamak here, hence the cravings for roti canai), awesome hawker food which included ikan bakar, satay, hokkien mee, and bbq chicken wings. Day 2 was spent in KLCC where I managed to grab a bite from my fav – Nando’s. I shopped like a crazy person at KLCC. Day 3 was spent with awesome company and some never-ending food adventure. :P Day 4 (today) was spent waking up and hugging my furball till it was time for me to leave to catch the plane. *sigh* time flies so fast when you’re having fun. Here are some pics to summarize my awesome weekend back home. :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-0d9Oak3L9Lg/Tn7F80_eqOI/AAAAAAAAAeY/1Ltle3x_rQ4/s1600-h/DSC01714%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01714" border="0" alt="DSC01714" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-BZF5vJxqJbc/Tn7F9uG_IXI/AAAAAAAAAec/7sKBi9xrNHo/DSC01714_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="298" height="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Choux Balls!!! Discovered them at Isetan’s Supermarket @ KLCC. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-LGQzSEgz4eo/Tn7F-kAoY8I/AAAAAAAAAeg/z674xyb3k8Y/s1600-h/DSC01718%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01718" border="0" alt="DSC01718" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-B41tQBAz1Js/Tn7F_V4uUgI/AAAAAAAAAek/2VgyOrcRCWs/DSC01718_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="304" height="203" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;My FAVOURITE MACAROONS FROM LEVAIN!!! =D Now they can be found in Isetan KLCC!! woohoo!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Fb6jBi2kXVw/Tn7GAj5PFBI/AAAAAAAAAeo/WC_PN26A4A0/s1600-h/DSC01717%25255B8%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01717" border="0" alt="DSC01717" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-cG1WO_o9UWM/Tn7GBxuyvRI/AAAAAAAAAes/u8riPQAy2C8/DSC01717_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="308" height="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Tartlets from Petit Sucre @ Isetan KLCC.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-w17amDDcMh8/Tn7GDCYCMCI/AAAAAAAAAew/0_MxhlDcvOA/s1600-h/DSC01719%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01719" border="0" alt="DSC01719" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-qLV7ZBFrbJc/Tn7GEnsAnjI/AAAAAAAAAe0/pgs8C7YeBBw/DSC01719_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="343" height="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;My AMAZING FRIEND!!! :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-bul7d30BFUA/Tn7GFXlYYQI/AAAAAAAAAe4/nwoCDGEIJGs/s1600-h/DSC01726%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01726" border="0" alt="DSC01726" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-KBOe26x805I/Tn7GGPqymmI/AAAAAAAAAe8/4urCK_7Z3dY/DSC01726_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="261" height="347" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I think I look tired in this picture and I don’t know why.. =(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-dg32tX3DANE/Tn7GHETlGBI/AAAAAAAAAfA/DQPTnCsyy7A/s1600-h/DSC01723%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01723" border="0" alt="DSC01723" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-DK1pspcS3DA/Tn7GH92KJ0I/AAAAAAAAAfE/6Ojp-uiYxPM/DSC01723_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="264" height="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The dish I liked the most from Paddington’s. :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Looking forward to an awesome end for week 6 – why? Because it means I’ve ended 1 out of 11 rotations which I need to finish by next year! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-237497479277930637?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/237497479277930637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=237497479277930637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/237497479277930637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/237497479277930637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/09/back-to-kl-weekend.html' title='Back to KL weekend'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-BZF5vJxqJbc/Tn7F9uG_IXI/AAAAAAAAAec/7sKBi9xrNHo/s72-c/DSC01714_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-8289896082393454545</id><published>2011-09-21T19:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T19:37:14.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>week #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I’m done with week 5!!! today was such a DD day!!! from morning till 5pm. It was as if there was no stop in the flow of demand and queries regarding it and yours-truly was handling it. It was kinda fun actually! :p&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Next week is my last week for in-patient. Done with my log book and just counting down to the time I will be transferred to ward! (yay! and its not that I don’t like in-patient, its just that I’m looking forward for my ward) Was down with flu this week (some may say that I’m always down with flu). Maybe it was caused by the many visits to wards in search for counsellings to do, but it was worth the trouble.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;M getting ready to go home now. =) Flight is at 10.30pm, ETA is at 11.25pm. Yea, I guess I miss my home that much that I just can’t wait till 2mrw to take my flight. I’m looking forward to seeing Ms.Furball when I land!! :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Oh,my landlady got a birdie! (In addition to &lt;em&gt;En.Cili Padi&lt;/em&gt;) Its kinda cute cause it whistles back at you when you whistle at it. Yes, I now have more creatures around me to entertain me when I’m bored. =) Mr/Ms.Whistling Birdie is in the kitchen so I tend to hang out there when I’m too lazy to layan Cili Padi.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;See u in KL!! :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="3"&gt;5 weeks done, 47 to go!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-8289896082393454545?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/8289896082393454545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=8289896082393454545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/8289896082393454545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/8289896082393454545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/09/week-5.html' title='week #5'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-3105244129875885471</id><published>2011-09-15T17:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T17:57:42.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>week 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;week 4 in HRPZ II ! spent the last weekend with these 2 guys..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-9dnuG8Cwtbo/TnHMEFt-TmI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/YZZPBpGGvx8/s1600-h/100_1250%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="3"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="100_1250" border="0" alt="100_1250" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-vWUPHGSUCTc/TnHMFAkd9cI/AAAAAAAAAeU/gILGBXlGHFo/100_1250_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="376" height="283" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;This week was a “mixed-feeling” week. Sunday and Monday was super busy to the extent that on Tuesday morning, my alarm went off and I wasn’t even aware! Thank God I have a housemate to save my ass!! This is the 2nd time she has rescued me by waking me up when I oversleep. :P But the other days were like normal.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The past 4 weeks has made me realise something, I’m &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DAMN CARELESS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when it comes to taking care of my own things. I’ve gone to and back from the hospital on numerous accounts because I left something there. Yes. I’m &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; forgetful. –.-“&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Guess what?? I received my rubber stamp today and I left it on the DD table and came home. During my Skype session with my mom, I was all excited and wanted to show it to her only to realise that it wasn’t with me. :P Oh well, I’ll just show it to her on Sunday,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I started this week daunting DD day, but guess what? I actually prefer doing DD than UOD! I guess its all in my mind. My first day doing DD, I almost wanted to cry cause the boxes just kept on piling up on the table in front of me and there was not enough space for me to get things organised! But eventually I managed to get it done by 11am. =) Before the 2nd DD day, I was already dreading it..then I told my self that I have to like it no matter what because in the future I might be in charge of it, and it wasn’t so bad after all. I think I will like doing DD days in the coming future. :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;SHAM IS GOING BACK TO KL!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I bet some of you will be going, “SO SOON??”. Yea, I know I was back during raya, but I miss my FURBALL and my mom!!! and my “off” has been approved! yay!! will be flying back on Wednesday night and will be back here on Sunday morning. I just miss the KL air sometimes. There is no place here which can replace my Curve, 1 Utama, Mid Valley, KLCC, BSC and all the other places I call my second home.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And oh, I miss IMU!! (super random right??) I never thought I would miss it, but yea, I kinda miss it. :P&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Am waiting for Huey Chin to get back so that we can go for dinner. We’re heading to Yati Ayam Percik. I heard its famous and I wanna try it. Will upload pics on FB if I manage to get a few. :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;4 weeks DONE, 48 to go!&lt;/font&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-3105244129875885471?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/3105244129875885471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=3105244129875885471' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/3105244129875885471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/3105244129875885471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/09/week-4.html' title='week 4'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-vWUPHGSUCTc/TnHMFAkd9cI/AAAAAAAAAeU/gILGBXlGHFo/s72-c/100_1250_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-6351187897677929491</id><published>2011-09-07T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T20:42:42.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>week 3 update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;ok, so week 3 is coming to an end 2mrw (super fast right???) I feel like time is passing fast these days, with counsellings to do in the afternoon, and prescriptions to screen in the morning. I’m on LBD (lunch break duty and not little black dress) for these 2 days and the whole of next week. (yay!! can collect off time!! :p)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I’m getting used to the life here. When I’m here I don’t really miss home, but the idea of going home is something which lifts my spirits up! :) Every time I hear the airplane pass above me, (i live near the airport), I feel like taking a flight home. I guess the 2 main attractions for me at home is my mom and my pumpkin.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I'm planning on exploring this place soon, but in 3 weeks time, my in-patient rotation will be over and I’ll move on to ward, and after that I’ll be in the store(so happens its the busiest time of the year… –.-“) and my forensic exam is in Nov..same time as my store..so yea, probably should start studying like ASAP! I’ll probably start exploring after Xmas only, since after my wards, I was told that the other rotations are relaxing. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I MISS MY IMU BUDDIES!!! =(&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;But I got 1 buddy here to teman me, so I guess I should be thankful for that. Ward rotation seems fun. It seems like 24/7 you have something to do. That also means that time will pass by super fast. Cause when ur busy time flies right??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I honestly don’t know why I’m not stressed here. Its very chilling. Although I have work to do, I’m not stressed, I guess the people here are nicer..and maybe the worst is yet to come.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I’ve already noted a shop where it is rumoured to sell some awesome nasi dagang..will go there probably on sat morning since I’ll be done with the night shift, just tapau rice, have brunch and sleep till…4pm?? :p&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I hope I will present to you a less yawn-inducing week 4 update! :p till then! :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-NO0kJBBOA_E/TmdmtVun1uI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Iv5u_morJOU/s1600-h/100_1244%25255B19%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="100_1244" border="0" alt="100_1244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-AWl8lnIWj_s/TmdmviBES1I/AAAAAAAAAeM/h7tj_c94NTM/100_1244_thumb%25255B17%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="504" height="379" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-6351187897677929491?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/6351187897677929491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=6351187897677929491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/6351187897677929491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/6351187897677929491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/09/week-3-update.html' title='week 3 update!'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-AWl8lnIWj_s/TmdmviBES1I/AAAAAAAAAeM/h7tj_c94NTM/s72-c/100_1244_thumb%25255B17%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-187514755468530732</id><published>2011-09-02T13:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T13:17:00.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 2 update</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Just got back from KL, had lunch and I’m getting ready for work. Yes, I’m working on a Friday (supposedly holiday here). Doing the noon shift today and night shift (a.k.a night club shift) 2mrw. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I love my job.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But I also love my family.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;*sigh*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don’t think I’ll get to go home until late October. =(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-187514755468530732?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/187514755468530732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=187514755468530732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/187514755468530732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/187514755468530732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/09/week-2-update.html' title='Week 2 update'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-2897223842475449168</id><published>2011-08-24T21:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T21:41:58.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life so far..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Life has been pretty good lately! It’s been like 4 days since I started working, and I’m good. :) Maybe it is because I have such &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ah-may-zing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; senior PRPs and FRPs in the hosp to help me and Huey Chin to get familiar with the flow of things and all. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I enjoy what I do, and I wake up with energy. Maybe I’m just lucky that the hospital and my house is 5 minutes apart. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I have nothing to do now..so I shall go stream a show or 2 and fill in my spare time. :) working life is fun here in Kelantan! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I (&lt;em&gt;singlehandedly&lt;/em&gt;) counterchecked the meds for half the wards today and managed to clear it at 11.10am. The target is 80% cleared at 11am. I’ll try to aim for 100% clear &lt;strong&gt;BEFORE&lt;/strong&gt; 11am tomorrow. :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-2897223842475449168?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/2897223842475449168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=2897223842475449168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/2897223842475449168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/2897223842475449168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-so-far.html' title='Life so far..'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-1046669223765382851</id><published>2011-08-19T22:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T22:32:01.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales from Kelantan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I went from homeless, to a person living in a fully furnished house with an aunty and a doggie! :) We (Huey Chin and I) are renting 2 rooms, with attached toilets from this kind aunty here in Kelantan.(probably see her pics here soon.. :p) The house is 10 minutes drive to the hospital and also to the airport, and aunty has volunteered to fetch me to the airport when I intend to fly back to KL. So yea, in within 12 hours, most of the problems have been solved! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;What I’ve come to know so far is, here weekends are on Friday and Saturdays, which means I work on Sundays. On Thursdays, I get off from work at 3.30pm! :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Here, I’ve come to noticed that all signs have Jawi translations on them. Like these shops.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-MsFKR6fj5iM/Tk5zpHfZNTI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Krh6GnexEYs/s1600-h/DSC01697%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC01697" border="0" alt="DSC01697" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-8-wJclW5s6c/Tk5zqX9VTTI/AAAAAAAAAdc/7Afy6jqabkE/DSC01697_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="366" height="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I can’t read Jawi, but I think it says, “McDonalds” ???&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-g6_0rM2B6AA/Tk5zreHmOkI/AAAAAAAAAdg/7ysIsLQT_mM/s1600-h/DSC01707%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC01707" border="0" alt="DSC01707" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-srm25-iybas/Tk5zsDUlSBI/AAAAAAAAAdk/fch6A9assUI/DSC01707_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="427" height="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I know I may sound like a Jakun, but you don’t see this in KL so it was something new to me! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Went to the beach with my parents today. The beach here is WAAAAY cleaner than PD, and after walking along the beach, I had sand in my shoes. But what is a beach without sands right??? Here are some pictures from there! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-tOXSoImjsbM/Tk5ztvAdntI/AAAAAAAAAdo/YE_4G56AS1M/s1600-h/DSC01701%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC01701" border="0" alt="DSC01701" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-hlSc5xqZiXc/Tk5zuhcHS2I/AAAAAAAAAds/iBF3WUm0W5g/DSC01701_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="351" height="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-0Gy3ig5ZRJs/Tk5zv4KJCuI/AAAAAAAAAdw/JhXH-N2kwPA/s1600-h/PCB%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="PCB" border="0" alt="PCB" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-gNqlZkHbOto/Tk5zw_gnbOI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ialo_3EGdDI/PCB_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="366" height="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-r7Mj2wLYqS4/Tk5zxyncDSI/AAAAAAAAAd4/3Xmqgqhl98Q/s1600-h/pcb2%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="pcb2" border="0" alt="pcb2" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-VJPxuqY1_AM/Tk5zysy1WXI/AAAAAAAAAd8/OBw6l-XlJBM/pcb2_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="310" height="359" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-5nctwQQpxrk/Tk5z2JRSgfI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ctCNIjcG-68/s1600-h/pcb3%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="pcb3" border="0" alt="pcb3" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-9PBIiXY3E8g/Tk5z4IEfUpI/AAAAAAAAAeE/HejWEp3UFfo/pcb3_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="359" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Its a nice place PCB, they have rows of seafood restaurants facing the beach and I’m sure they will be packed once everyone has “buka puasa”. The drive there brought me to many batik shops, unfortunately, due to the fasting month, they were all closed. I’m looking forward to going there again, and this time, coming home with purchases!! :p&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Had lunch at this Indian Restaurant opposite the ‘Dewan Perniagaan Cina Kelantan’ along Jalan Kebun Sultan (?? hope I got the name right). Honestly, if you ask kelantanese people they will say the if you want Indian food, head to “Meena curry house”. I will not say that. Meena curry house only serves banana leaf rice. Period. No thosai, chapati, naan, roti canai and all. If you ask me, the shop which sells authentic Indian food would have to be “Sri Devi”(The shop opposite the Dewan, unsure of the name.. :p). And I think the food there tastes better than Meena’s. Just my point of view. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Had dinner at this chinese restaurant recommended by Huey Chin which is located within walking distance to my hotel.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Didn’t manage to take much pics today because the camera is with my brother and he is on Vay-Cay, so I’ll have to wait till he gets back before I can snap like 1000++ pics. The pics here are courtesy of my handphone. :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hope 2mrw, at this time, I would be in my new room! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-1046669223765382851?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/1046669223765382851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=1046669223765382851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/1046669223765382851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/1046669223765382851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/08/tales-from-kelantan.html' title='Tales from Kelantan!'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-8-wJclW5s6c/Tk5zqX9VTTI/AAAAAAAAAdc/7Afy6jqabkE/s72-c/DSC01697_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-4844410064631276163</id><published>2011-08-18T22:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T22:51:09.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The arrival to Kota Bharu</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I’m here!! In Kota Bharu, writing this from my hotel room. =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I started my journey to the East Coast on Wednesday, leaving my house at 6am. Took the highway to Kuantan before turning off to Bentong timur after the 2nd toll. The ride from my house to the tolls was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AMAZING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;#160; I was literally driving through clouds of mist. Its no time to speed on the highway, but the view was so scenic, it was breathtaking. I would fly back to KL, and wake up at 5am, just to start driving at 6am for the view.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Once I hit the old road (the only way to Kelantan via road), the maximum speed is 60-80km/hr. That is because it is unsafe to go faster than that, there is no divider between the two lanes (yes, &lt;strong&gt;2 LANES ONLY&lt;/strong&gt;). I passed by a few accidents on the way, mainly caused by overtaking while there is an oncoming car, and thus, they end up in a ditch near by next to the road. Also, a lot of timber lorries. I also became unconsciously suicidal at one point and was driving in the opposite lane, and there was a car coming&amp;#160; to me, and Thank &lt;strong&gt;GOD&lt;/strong&gt;, i managed to sway back into my lane. (In my defence, I’ve been driving 6 hours straight and I was distracted by the “Transnational R&amp;amp;R” sign across the road.) I will most probably,100% take the 55 minute flight back to KL the next time. :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The view and experience was worth it. I don’t regret the 8 hour drive to Kota Bharu (KB), Kelantan. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The environment here is nice, peaceful, different from KL in the sense that no one is rushing. Life moves at a different speed here. They have internet access ( cause some ppl may think KB is a kampung). Honestly, KB town reminds me of KL. buildings everywhere, they have like 3 malls la..the biggest is KB mall. You can get all the basic necessities here. Tesco, Giant, Parkson. I saw like 3 McDonalds, 4 KFCs, and 2 Pizza Huts. They have Secret Recipe here too. I honestly don’t know why I was made to believe that Kota Bharu is a kampung area. Its more than what I expected it to be. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;But Yes. There are rural areas around Kelantan. Looking at their life makes me wonder about the way I live. It made me reassess the way I live my life and look at life. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The traffic here is AMAZING! (minus the KL-like-crazy-jams) The people here rarely honk at your car! You can switch lanes peacefully most of the times. And they are very patient!(unlike KL drivers) You can accidently stop at the yellow box during the jam, and the oncoming traffic (whose path u’ve blocked) won’t honk at you and curse you, they WAIT for you to pass.. I think its kinda cool!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The only problem which I’m facing right now is accommodation. Work starts on Sunday and I’m still homeless. I hope things will be better tomorrow. The idea of living in a hotel for a whole year is pretty cool. Especially since the hotel is 5 minute drive from the workplace. Its good that I have friends around me right now. It makes this whole adventure a whole lot fun. Yes- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ADVENTURE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I mean, to experience being in a foreign place and finding your own accommodation, and doing things on your own makes you feel like finally, you’re living your life as an &lt;strong&gt;ADULT&lt;/strong&gt;. Its honestly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FUN!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I really don’t know how to explain my feelings. I guess I know how Frodo Baggins would have felt! (not in direct comparison, but he was going through an adventure and so am I :) )&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I’m counting down to next year’s postings where we see where we get for our 3-year compulsory service. I’m excited and I hope I get somewhere new so that I can start over this awesome adventure.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-un2oNIwiPFg/Tk0mzO2a2sI/AAAAAAAAAdM/6_IM43my-fw/s1600-h/DSC01694%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-un2oNIwiPFg/Tk0mzO2a2sI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/GMyG4CdZGOo/s1600-h/DSC01694%25255B9%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC01694" border="0" alt="DSC01694" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Bwjyz_RXOI0/Tk0m27qfMzI/AAAAAAAAAdU/iwUmy97HU0w/DSC01694_thumb%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="414" height="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The view from the hotel. :) I was aiming for the Kelantan river, hope you can see it!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;This is like the back/edge of Kota Bharu. The town centre is infront of this. :P&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Hoping that I can find a home 2mrw. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-4844410064631276163?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/4844410064631276163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=4844410064631276163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/4844410064631276163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/4844410064631276163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/08/arrival-to-kota-bharu.html' title='The arrival to Kota Bharu'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Bwjyz_RXOI0/Tk0m27qfMzI/AAAAAAAAAdU/iwUmy97HU0w/s72-c/DSC01694_thumb%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-2954284273841946724</id><published>2011-08-13T20:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T20:11:10.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off I go</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I’m being shipped of, with a week’s notice, to Kelantan. To work as a PRP. A place did not ask for, but I’m definitely not saying ‘No’ to.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;While the rest are going, “&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank God I got somewhere near home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;”, I’m going “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, cool! Kelantan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Yes, I’ll be away from home for a year or so, but so what, I’m &lt;strike&gt;24 &lt;/strike&gt;23! I get to go wherever I want to go, and yes, I &lt;strong&gt;WANT&lt;/strong&gt; to go there. Sometime ago, I think I did mention that I enjoy such random adventurous trips (&lt;em&gt;Referring to the sem 8 attachment at Malacca which turned out to be the best Semester ever&lt;/em&gt;) and this is one of it!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;So yea, I’ll be away from my usual malls (E.G: KLCC, Midvalley/Gardens, Curve, 1 Utama, Bangsar Shopping Village, ect..), but I can still chill at Kota Bharu Mall, which was referred to by some blog somewhere as the “Midvalley of Kelantan”. I’ll learn loads of new cultures and what not. And I’ve never been more ready for this!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I can be considered lucky as this time around I’m fortunate enough to have 2 close friends tagging along to the same destination. I guess we’re gonna make some awesome memories in Kelantan. Not to mention the new people I’ll get to meet there!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I’m going to start a new chapter of my life, in a new place.I’m literally getting a fresh start! :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;So yea, I can see myself blogging in 1 year’s time saying how sad I am to leave a lovely place called Kelantan. From now till that post comes, you will be updated with whatever that happens there! :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Let’s discover Kelantan people!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-2954284273841946724?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/2954284273841946724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=2954284273841946724' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/2954284273841946724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/2954284273841946724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/08/off-i-go.html' title='Off I go'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-2979638970284696493</id><published>2011-07-27T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T22:35:36.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uncertainty</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Verdana"&gt;We want a lot of things.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Verdana"&gt;We don’t always need what we want.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Verdana"&gt;But we never know if we’ll ever get what we want. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Verdana"&gt;Even if we try very hard to get what we want.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Verdana"&gt;And that is the greatest &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;uncertainty&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;It won’t be an easy task to get where I want to go in life. But it is worth a shot. A few shots at least. Before I utterly surrender to wills of fate and destiny. *sigh*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-2979638970284696493?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/2979638970284696493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=2979638970284696493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/2979638970284696493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/2979638970284696493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/07/uncertainty.html' title='uncertainty'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-7811537711830218744</id><published>2011-07-20T14:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T14:09:45.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High school tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Managed to meet up with a few of my friends from high school yesterday. Honestly, I shouldn’t call them friends from high school, instead they should be called childhood friends. Some of these girls I have known since I was in kindergarten and in primary school! It was nice to see them again after so long, although some could not make it as they were committed to their jobs and all (I’m still unemployed but soon to be employed. Hopefully in August), it was still nice to see them. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;You know how they say that really good friends, no matter how long since they’ve last seen each other, they will be able to just pick up and start a conversation as if they saw each other yesterday? This was something like that. We may have not seen each other in awhile, but we still can connect, and I think that is what makes a friendship a friendship – the ability to sustain it no matter how long it has been since you last spoke to each other. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;We’ve all more or less moved on into the next phase of our lives and are entering our careers, but reminiscing about highschool shenanigans was amazing. It shows how much we’ve grown and also how we kind of miss the old days. (I know I sound like I’m 50 when I say “the old days” but it does feel like it has been awhile)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Here are some pictures :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;THEN&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-8Orc3J-Qvbw/TiZxFj-pgRI/AAAAAAAAAcU/V-n3ppxdOUM/s1600-h/IMGP1412%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="IMGP1412" border="0" alt="IMGP1412" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-jMkzWKWaqiE/TiZxGdinqJI/AAAAAAAAAcY/i1fir49S4lE/IMGP1412_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="338" height="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-1lPOk81BsV0/TiZxHLqYOyI/AAAAAAAAAcc/NOoFUISnHPE/s1600-h/IMGP1423%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="IMGP1423" border="0" alt="IMGP1423" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-AqcYcIkx-ao/TiZxHwKkM0I/AAAAAAAAAcg/btU-42B1_Lo/IMGP1423_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="342" height="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;… and NOW&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-MLeDalh3vDs/TiZxJCzMYuI/AAAAAAAAAck/w3SzFOUwdw4/s1600-h/100_06971%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="100_06971" border="0" alt="100_06971" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-hH5odh8PPKo/TiZxJ8PDfmI/AAAAAAAAAco/FOhI8B7MvDg/100_06971_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="343" height="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;*&lt;em&gt; I’m aware that only Joanne and I are repeated in the “then and now” pics, but that is because some could not make it and I don’t really have the other pictures. :p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-7811537711830218744?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/7811537711830218744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=7811537711830218744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/7811537711830218744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/7811537711830218744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/07/high-school-tales.html' title='High school tales'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-jMkzWKWaqiE/TiZxGdinqJI/AAAAAAAAAcY/i1fir49S4lE/s72-c/IMGP1412_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-2617936066721591538</id><published>2011-07-16T13:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T13:43:25.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The past week</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This past week kind of passed super fast. Before you know it, it is over. But after being idle for such a long time, it doesn’t really matter I guess.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday – Tuesday: Malacca Mates take on the North!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-u_bhyqqDd34/TiEkv5sltLI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jzztQjl1Nf0/s1600-h/100_0271%25255B9%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="100_0271" border="0" alt="100_0271" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-5R2Y-nk5cAM/TiEkw79oQrI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/gf9ge7bPztI/100_0271_thumb%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="345" height="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Ntd1gwgoIaw/TiEkyGOtoSI/AAAAAAAAAbU/U7k9mfLi53k/s1600-h/270557_10150242871608863_747643862_7515575_5382967_n%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="270557_10150242871608863_747643862_7515575_5382967_n" border="0" alt="270557_10150242871608863_747643862_7515575_5382967_n" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-jXClIF1HYjQ/TiEky1q9AMI/AAAAAAAAAbY/s1eZv659P6Q/270557_10150242871608863_747643862_7515575_5382967_n_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="340" height="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-1NoPdQSTnlY/TiEkz3JyfbI/AAAAAAAAAbc/kgt5nB9wsI0/s1600-h/263544_10150235696193882_721098881_7316743_6529926_n%25255B9%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="263544_10150235696193882_721098881_7316743_6529926_n" border="0" alt="263544_10150235696193882_721098881_7316743_6529926_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-7iKYwpsQx5I/TiEk0mSU4iI/AAAAAAAAAbg/IA6bvmaGoMQ/263544_10150235696193882_721098881_7316743_6529926_n_thumb%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="341" height="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-uLZjtJ4LV6c/TiEk1x7-9II/AAAAAAAAAbk/RLbY8bHrlJc/s1600-h/283134_10150235696418882_721098881_7316748_4848577_n%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="283134_10150235696418882_721098881_7316748_4848577_n" border="0" alt="283134_10150235696418882_721098881_7316748_4848577_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Yup2Jb7WJJs/TiEk2V1owxI/AAAAAAAAAbo/m7iFGjKbquQ/283134_10150235696418882_721098881_7316748_4848577_n_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="342" height="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-pfZerZsPzmY/TiEk3ketQBI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4GDV7jL7v_8/s1600-h/267999_10150235699928882_721098881_7316827_5984695_n%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="267999_10150235699928882_721098881_7316827_5984695_n" border="0" alt="267999_10150235699928882_721098881_7316827_5984695_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-bEPVTCoXlT4/TiEk4pRUxRI/AAAAAAAAAbw/9IZx7vyn2oc/267999_10150235699928882_721098881_7316827_5984695_n_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="335" height="444" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Z5p_e9Y6vX0/TiEk5ZafooI/AAAAAAAAAb0/EFOWEDNozok/s1600-h/267892_10150237803983882_721098881_7332732_7254254_n%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="267892_10150237803983882_721098881_7332732_7254254_n" border="0" alt="267892_10150237803983882_721098881_7332732_7254254_n" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-bVL73pXhhE0/TiEk6DW46dI/AAAAAAAAAb4/4_yI_Y8cVg8/267892_10150237803983882_721098881_7332732_7254254_n_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="335" height="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-q4D5Wn_MAzo/TiEk7IaTOkI/AAAAAAAAAb8/3en0kaslmww/s1600-h/281419_10150242876853863_747643862_7515680_3736227_n%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="281419_10150242876853863_747643862_7515680_3736227_n" border="0" alt="281419_10150242876853863_747643862_7515680_3736227_n" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-MTJ9P_pTKE8/TiEk7931s0I/AAAAAAAAAcA/koAknyLcK6M/281419_10150242876853863_747643862_7515680_3736227_n_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="333" height="206" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Tr3Tl_-tzkU/TiEk8uiGbWI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Lgj8EuOXVy0/s1600-h/283832_10150314692500520_699800519_9576311_4387445_n%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="283832_10150314692500520_699800519_9576311_4387445_n" border="0" alt="283832_10150314692500520_699800519_9576311_4387445_n" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-rvU4Ii-cq8M/TiEk9b6e_OI/AAAAAAAAAcI/h4R6p44yCFM/283832_10150314692500520_699800519_9576311_4387445_n_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="299" height="397" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Wednesday : recovery day..cause the trip was kind of tiring..but definitely AWESOME!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thursday: Medical Check Up day @ HKL&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday: the delayed belated bday for Jo Jo!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-9F8RL-40H28/TiEk-SK4-0I/AAAAAAAAAcM/h2WlbbOXwu0/s1600-h/100_0595%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="100_0595" border="0" alt="100_0595" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-IO9jBJQyC3U/TiEk_HIsU2I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/c9mjLfKpbik/100_0595_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="379" height="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was also the day where the posting debacle was uncovered. Sometimes, we must accept that it is our fault after all. Blaming is just another way of denying your own mistakes. But I’m not going to be worried as I believe that everything happens for a reason and that you can’t fight your fate. I’m still keeping my mind open and I won’t be complaining with what I get. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The greater the adventure, the more awesome the memories and lessons learnt!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Knowing that my posting might be delayed, I hereby start planning another trip with my family!! :D See, not all things that happen have a negative outcome..it all depends on how you view things. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-2617936066721591538?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/2617936066721591538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=2617936066721591538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/2617936066721591538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/2617936066721591538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/07/past-week.html' title='The past week'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-5R2Y-nk5cAM/TiEkw79oQrI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/gf9ge7bPztI/s72-c/100_0271_thumb%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-2252158379385022667</id><published>2011-07-07T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T22:20:22.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The wrong turning out right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Supposedly carrot cake which ended up more of a cinnamon cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ra1vTy-LNa0/ThXAGrgy-FI/AAAAAAAAAa8/RInG-4MHXhY/s1600-h/100_0244%25255B9%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="100_0244" border="0" height="286" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-enc837SIlsA/ThXAHJy-qcI/AAAAAAAAAbA/MIF4BHd-4lg/100_0244_thumb%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="100_0244" width="409" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes, am aware that my icing applying skills kinda sucks. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-yLj3DTs71xE/ThXAII8npYI/AAAAAAAAAbE/dF7DLXwhFBc/s1600-h/100_0246%25255B8%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="100_0246" border="0" height="308" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Fkwcotax1_Y/ThXAIkljM_I/AAAAAAAAAbI/75TDpU8BOi8/100_0246_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="100_0246" width="410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It tasted OK..which means its not such a disaster. I promise you there are actual carrots in there somewhere!! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-2252158379385022667?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/2252158379385022667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=2252158379385022667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/2252158379385022667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/2252158379385022667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/07/wrong-turning-out-right.html' title='The wrong turning out right?'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-enc837SIlsA/ThXAHJy-qcI/AAAAAAAAAbA/MIF4BHd-4lg/s72-c/100_0244_thumb%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-6384765124837313763</id><published>2011-07-05T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T22:22:37.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A special kind of fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was wondering around youtube when I stumbled upon this video, which happened recently and it started a Backstreet-fever for me. :) I used to be crazy for the these guys back when I was a tween..and while watching this, my inner tween was aroused..hence I will be spending the rest of the night watching BSB videos! :) enjoy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/B5BU-jZOT1M?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-6384765124837313763?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/6384765124837313763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=6384765124837313763' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/6384765124837313763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/6384765124837313763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/07/special-kind-of-fever.html' title='A special kind of fever'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/B5BU-jZOT1M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-5352307083864420302</id><published>2011-07-03T19:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T19:09:15.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The children are our future.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I’m no parent, but I know that parents will try their very best to protect their kids from the negativity of life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;But it saddens me to see that some parents here think that they belong in Hollywood. Taking a kid to a club is NOT normal and it definitely does NOT make you a cool parent. Exposing a KID to alcohol, cigarette and possibly drugs at young age would probably mean that the parents have decided to dig their kid’s grave. I know someone who was exposed to the club scene at the age of 12-ish.. they dropped out of school after they turned 15. Drugs, alcohol and sex were the reasons behind their drop out.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I’m just asking why would ant &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;parent &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;want expose their kids to such a thing when they are suppose to protect them&lt;/font&gt;? &lt;font size="3"&gt;If a teenager went and got themselves in trouble behind their parent’s back..that would actually make more sense than a parent encouraging a child to do such things.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Let a &lt;strong&gt;KID&lt;/strong&gt; be a &lt;strong&gt;KID&lt;/strong&gt; while they are still &lt;strong&gt;KIDS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t force them to become a teenager.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just my thoughts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-5352307083864420302?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/5352307083864420302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=5352307083864420302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/5352307083864420302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/5352307083864420302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/07/children-are-our-future.html' title='The children are our future.'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-6881127293096261199</id><published>2011-06-30T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T22:54:46.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are not an angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Stop acting like you’re an angel ‘cause we all know your true colours.Its annoying for those who know you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;I might be PMS-ing. I’m not too sure&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-6881127293096261199?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/6881127293096261199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=6881127293096261199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/6881127293096261199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/6881127293096261199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-are-not-angel.html' title='You are not an angel'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-2772553288690890116</id><published>2011-06-27T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:50:29.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; got my letter today. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Yes, that long awaited letter that everyone (&lt;em&gt;in KL that is&lt;/em&gt;) seemed to have got on Saturday, which I did not, but instead I got it on Monday. (I&lt;em&gt; shall not go into a hissy fit and diss my postal service, instead I’ll be glad that they did deliver it&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I’m a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. And I also have some pretty serious anxiety issues. When I did not get the letter on Saturday, I was anxious. And to think that I would have to wait till Monday to see if I get it, is a pretty daunting for a person who has anxiety issues, especially when I was wondering if I even passed the interview! So I guess the delay was God’s way of asking me to deal with my anxiety issues. ( &lt;em&gt;I know, I seem to have a lot of issues!!&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;So yes, after much reassurance from a few close friends, I did not freak out till the postman reached my house today. (&lt;em&gt;By not freak out, I mean not yell/scold the postman, but I did curse the fact that he only comes after 1! And I’ve never really paid much attention to the postman until today. Hmm.&lt;/em&gt;.) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I was being offered ‘&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perlantikan Tetap ke Jawatan Pegawai Farmasi Gred U41&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;’ – which means I’m being employed by the government to work as a pharmacist! (&lt;em&gt;1 year training + 3 years compulsory service = M free to opt out of the government service with my license after 4 years&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;My first reaction was, “Thank GOD the letter is here!! THE LETTER IS HERE!!!”. And after I got that letter, and was glad that I received it, I did not really know how to react. I mean, &lt;em&gt;this is it&lt;/em&gt;. I’m going to enter the working life, leaving my student life behind.(&lt;em&gt; well, technically speaking its not the end of my student life yet as I need to be a student again when I get my Masters and PhD&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I don’t feel like I’m ready.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I guess when we all start off, we don’t feel like we’re ready for it, we kinda get used to it once we start doing it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The irony is, I waited all these months for this letter, and now that it is here, I’m afraid of what it is going to bring me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Now that I’ve received this letter, I need to wait another letter which will tell me &lt;em&gt;where&lt;/em&gt; I’m being posted to. Honestly, I’m not really worried about where I’ll be posted to, as I said earlier, everything happens for a reason, so I will be posted to wherever it is &lt;em&gt;for a reason&lt;/em&gt; - which only God knows. But I’ll accept wherever I get. I’ve already mentally prepared my self to take what they give me and make the best of it! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I’m not where I pictured myself to be, but I know that in order to reach where I want to be, I have to go through whatever I’m going through now.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff" size="3"&gt;The past is not for us to dwell upon and wonder. What we should be is focused on the present and what are the possible hurdles awaiting us in the future, and how to overcome them. Be thankful for the past as without it, we will not be where we are today, knowing what we know today. And whatever is going to come our way, it comes our way for a reason, and we should embrace it rather than push it away.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-2772553288690890116?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/2772553288690890116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=2772553288690890116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/2772553288690890116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/2772553288690890116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/06/letter.html' title='The Letter'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-2529750392873404445</id><published>2011-06-18T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T22:05:12.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tale of X-Men, KLCC, Super 8, and X-Men….AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I’m gonna start with what I did yesterday.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I *&lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt;* watched X-Men First Class. (&lt;em&gt;Yes, I know, I’m late&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;When I watched it first, I thought it was OK-OK lah..and I was wondering why Magneto’s helmet looked like it got spray painted by a 15 year old! Oh, and I thought that Erik a.k.a Magneto was hot! Not initially tho, but somewhere as the show progressed he became hot. :P&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Now lets proceed to today!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Today was totally eventful. I decided to go to KLCC to watch Super 8. BIGGEST REGRET EVER! why??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;No. 1 : The toilets were not working at KLCC so they closed all the main ones and made us use the ones at the new block..which had like 4 cubicles and the line for it was SUPER long, and you have no choice BUT to line up cause THERE IS NO OTHER FREAKING TOILET!!! (there actually were like toilets at 2 other floors, and those had long queues as well)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;No.2 : The movie, Super 8, sucked BIG TIME. During the show and after the show, my mom was asking the same question, “ &lt;em&gt;Why is the show called Super 8?? There were only 6 kids&lt;/em&gt;.” SO, my theory is, they called it that cause the alien looked like a spider and had 8 legs??? maybe, I din bother to count its legs! So please save your money and DON’T WATCH THAT SHOW. Honestly, it just had tooooo much family drama which kinda spoilt the whole focus of the show. I yawned many times while watching the show.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;So what did I do after the show? I had lunch, and then met up with my brother,who made me watch X-Men 1st Class…AGAIN! But honestly, after Super 8, I suddenly felt as if X-Men was REALLY GOOD. And now we know how a crappy movie can make an OK movie be awesome!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And MNG was having sales..and I was a happy shopper today. :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;At the end of the day, KLCC wasn’t *&lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt;* bad after all.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-2529750392873404445?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/2529750392873404445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=2529750392873404445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/2529750392873404445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/2529750392873404445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/06/tale-of-x-men-klcc-super-8-and-x.html' title='A tale of X-Men, KLCC, Super 8, and X-Men….AGAIN!'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-1813466795390963132</id><published>2011-06-11T19:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T19:09:07.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Discoveries</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I just came back from………wait for it……………. MALACCA!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And, NO, it was not that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wanted to go there, it was because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my parents&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wanted to go there. They haven’t been there since I ended my attachment there, and it has been like 5 months now, (yes, time really flies that fast) and I am a good daughter who takes her parents wherever they want to go. :P&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;That aside, let me share my discoveries with you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;On the first day, we went around Malacca and did normal tourist stuff, and then in the evening, I decided to take them to the Portuguese settlement to chill by the seaside and let the environment wash away their city life stress. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And look what I found sitting on the rocks!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ZO0sdv8B4-I/TfNMQyFKU6I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/NYwb2rM01SI/s1600-h/100_0127%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ZO0sdv8B4-I/TfNMQyFKU6I/AAAAAAAAAaA/WP3N1D3lSCc/s1600-h/100_0127%25255B10%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="100_0127" border="0" alt="100_0127" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-TTUNSdhGbqQ/TfNMSwYdrXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/3-4ZMRVoAJ0/100_0127_thumb%25255B8%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="384" height="289" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Can’t see it yet??? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-N7m5DO3cZ5E/TfNMTpeEJQI/AAAAAAAAAaE/D5Dzbb7hc68/s1600-h/100_0133%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-N7m5DO3cZ5E/TfNMTpeEJQI/AAAAAAAAAaI/7fD6XnYjUBA/s1600-h/100_0133%25255B12%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="100_0133" border="0" alt="100_0133" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-3_AdsMOHdpU/TfNMVT--aPI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/C1XpiFQwcI0/100_0133_thumb%25255B10%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="279" height="371" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;How ‘bout now??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-gsfk3A8Idug/TfNMWN-8ggI/AAAAAAAAAaM/lcClptM6hgQ/s1600-h/100_0134%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-gsfk3A8Idug/TfNMWN-8ggI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/_OKwASj6czM/s1600-h/100_0134%25255B8%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="100_0134" border="0" alt="100_0134" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-dxFy-JCOCqM/TfNMX6lpiuI/AAAAAAAAAZc/JSPn5AifdY4/100_0134_thumb%25255B9%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="393" height="294" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-EciDH7QycuU/TfNMY4Ob4DI/AAAAAAAAAaU/KqnPLIPYsSg/s1600-h/100_0129%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-EciDH7QycuU/TfNMY4Ob4DI/AAAAAAAAAaY/radfYxNY0U0/s1600-h/100_0129%25255B9%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="100_0129" border="0" alt="100_0129" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-U23tdvHPmaI/TfNMa8n-dGI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Z6SyEVdTC6s/100_0129_thumb%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="393" height="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;See it now??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;My first impression was some kind of mutated fish! It had like “hands” and it was using its “hands” to move around the rock. Once they get into the sea, they can swim away! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;After “ke po-ing” around with the locals, I found out that they are called “Mudskippers” and they can be found near muddy swampy areas and they told me that they usually feed it to kids with asthma. &lt;em&gt;(erghhhh…)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;You can read more about it &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mudskipper" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I also discovered ‘&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pantai Puteri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;”. What is interesting about this beach is that the fishermen bring in their catch fresh and they sell it by the beach. The beach was kinda clean. I didn’t manage to get my favourite coconut shake though.. :(&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;My other discovery is this place;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-pMB-z_KkMFU/TfNMb91pU8I/AAAAAAAAAZs/4wSdldgDf_I/s1600-h/100_0152%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="3"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="100_0152" border="0" alt="100_0152" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-crHAY7v8INY/TfNMcXV5GwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/npAR5XCUPG4/100_0152_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="301" height="227" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;It can be found behind Jonker and the food here is not bad.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I had…..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-pySk7v9u2Fs/TfNMdKYHfRI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/c-6PwmY1AWg/s1600-h/100_0148%25255B8%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="3"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="100_0148" border="0" alt="100_0148" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-fNsqmtRth3U/TfNMd_YNM7I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/9eG4vkNOS1g/100_0148_thumb%25255B9%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="324" height="293" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-4b80VHFI9So/TfNMvc-ANJI/AAAAAAAAAac/yRj-aejDf2Q/s1600-h/100_0146%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="3"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="100_0146" border="0" alt="100_0146" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Hc-X9uU8ODw/TfNMvyb2k9I/AAAAAAAAAag/W-5pG0viiYY/100_0146_thumb%25255B8%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="324" height="257" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Pai Tee – RM4.50&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;It was nice! recommended!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-1pFhp5wcmxQ/TfNMw4i7vnI/AAAAAAAAAak/ho5FTxxQDvM/s1600-h/100_0149%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="3"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="100_0149" border="0" alt="100_0149" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-5v9jmQuR94k/TfNMxWUijWI/AAAAAAAAAao/CB6aDtzNvWI/100_0149_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="328" height="247" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Udang Masak Lemak with Nenas – RM15&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Basically prawns cooked in coconut milk with pineapples. It was awesome. This dish was the best in the restaurant hands down! I almost cleaned the bowl because I loved the gravy so much. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-_QMx0NDPTQg/TfNMydQY7rI/AAAAAAAAAas/fBcSG8skI70/s1600-h/100_0150%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="3"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="100_0150" border="0" alt="100_0150" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-xU2X8JKG4Q0/TfNMzLCpxVI/AAAAAAAAAaw/JbdolIFuQOk/100_0150_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="342" height="258" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Eggplant with something – RM8&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;This was recommended by the shop owner, she said something like they will add lime to this dish, but I tasted sweetish soy sauce more than anything sour. Not recommended unless you like eggplants and like it sweet.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-hh_tOAAMlZA/TfNMz3IEuZI/AAAAAAAAAa0/g-JQQUE6HL0/s1600-h/100_0151%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="3"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="100_0151" border="0" alt="100_0151" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-mMkgDkNs2R0/TfNM0mtgUaI/AAAAAAAAAa4/zNrftlaUBOw/100_0151_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="355" height="267" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Asam fish – RM30&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;On the menu it said that this dish was suppose to be ‘HOT’ but it was anything but hot. It was sour (d’uh – Asam fish) but not spicy. Maybe my threshold is too high, but for me, it was OK-OK la…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I also realised that if you send something via “poslaju” from KL to Sarawak, it’ll take about 1 week to be delivered. So much for “laju”. –.-“&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-1813466795390963132?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/1813466795390963132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=1813466795390963132' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/1813466795390963132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/1813466795390963132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-discoveries.html' title='My Discoveries'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-TTUNSdhGbqQ/TfNMSwYdrXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/3-4ZMRVoAJ0/s72-c/100_0127_thumb%25255B8%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-9039722047510365681</id><published>2011-06-01T18:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T18:28:33.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters to my friends – Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Anitha&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;In Sem 1, you were always the “scholar student”. That was before I knew you. As the semesters passed, I knew you better, and I dare say, at times we even &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; so alike, it is scary!! After sem 8 I really got to know you. Like Dee Dee, I too will miss our gossip sessions in the room abt ur *you-know-who* and I will miss giving you ideas for the future. I am looking forward to seeing you in 2 years time (&lt;em&gt;that is if we’re not posted at the same hosp&lt;/em&gt;). =)I spent most of my rotations with you in Malacca and thank you for layan-ing me esp when I had my cranky PMS moments! :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-uiCoD1TIH64/TeYUIpvnqjI/AAAAAAAAAYE/pP1nWUrU3wQ/s1600-h/Anitha1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-j9FtGyWjT5k/TeYUJhKY32I/AAAAAAAAAYI/pF-5ZD66rOo/Anitha_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="393" height="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hii Ling Wei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ling Wei – the most creative, patient and wise person. =) Without you, there would be literally NO convo mag. I’m amazed by the amount of patience you have and I thank you for your patience. I will definitely try to pay you a visit to see ur doggies and the &lt;em&gt;kerbaus&lt;/em&gt;. :P Congratulations on winning so many awards, I feel that you truly deserved it! :) And thank you for the swk kek lapis and the gifts from phuket. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-tb1lS19aVjM/TeYUK1J3NZI/AAAAAAAAAYM/QVuI2Wj8AcE/s1600-h/249248_10150195964938863_747643862_7%25255B1%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="249248_10150195964938863_747643862_7125532_3994941_n" border="0" alt="249248_10150195964938863_747643862_7125532_3994941_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-gCNIirPD-6A/TeYULq27yCI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Givw9R3jbSo/249248_10150195964938863_747643862_7%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="355" height="253" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lum Kah Yee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;My memories with you includes interesting conversations about our favourite books back in Semester 3 when we used to do our microbiology practical sessions together and of course the gossip sessions we have at night on MSN! :) I was so proud of you when u went and collected you scroll that I almost cried. Please look out for my gift which should arrive via mail, although I’m not sure how long it takes to get it delivered. When GG and GA resumes, I will find you online to bergossip with u! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ZRZCyq-VV6k/TeYUMm7u-4I/AAAAAAAAAYU/kJ5u2laBg0M/s1600-h/Picnikcollage615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-GDNZXvJCnek/TeYUNdthGhI/AAAAAAAAAYY/nKUxfexvVfQ/Picnikcollage6_thumb13.jpg?imgmax=800" width="388" height="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Yen Nee&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;You are such a positive person!! No matter what kind of trouble life decides to throw in your way, you always take it positively and overcome it successfully. Your optimism inspires me and I hope that I’ll be able to work with you in the future. =) And thank you for remembering me while you ate your macaroons! :) The biggest regret I have now is being unable to take a photo with you when we graduated. :( &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-lro4rDY38tA/TeYUOCRrjxI/AAAAAAAAAYc/F69IrV8Ww2A/s1600-h/Picnikcollage58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-bsGeRuHFkzU/TeYUPErd3pI/AAAAAAAAAYg/vZmKBXjHLvA/Picnikcollage5_thumb6.jpg?imgmax=800" width="386" height="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I still have this on my wall.. :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-IkyXMq7D-50/TeYUP5s1xDI/AAAAAAAAAYk/gIbodfbIZA8/s1600-h/100_0026%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="100_0026" border="0" alt="100_0026" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-n2ZJkhWJTMc/TeYUQioAGqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/6ra2czNRwQc/100_0026_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="378" height="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Nadia&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Kecik! You used to sit together with us in LT3 until semester 5 or 6 where they changed us to LT 1/2 and I didn’t see you much after that. =( I’ll remember you as the funny and adorable girl who is crazy and smart! I din manage to take a photo with for convo as well! :( Thank you for being such a good friend to me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-yMSJDYPwFVE/TeYURcGhcCI/AAAAAAAAAYs/wHQjRlkocPk/s1600-h/5773_123410594498_649664498_2451041_%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="5773_123410594498_649664498_2451041_6446506_n" border="0" alt="5773_123410594498_649664498_2451041_6446506_n" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-c4FUojfCy5I/TeYUSYtN_0I/AAAAAAAAAYw/4KfusA54Hvk/5773_123410594498_649664498_2451041_.jpg?imgmax=800" width="285" height="367" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faizah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;You used be my LRT buddy cause you always teman-ed me when I used to go home via LRT. We used to gossip alot as well. :P Although you weren’t graduating with me, you still came. Thank you for that! I want to see you graduate next year! Enjoy your life as a final year BPharm student. Trust me, it’ll end before you know it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-h3vrUqB8BjI/TeYUTLKW5AI/AAAAAAAAAY0/yg5KSS3juLY/s1600-h/faizah8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="faizah" border="0" alt="faizah" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-J9dIo6bJhUc/TeYUUHsv5lI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Q0gEpEzm2JI/faizah_thumb6.jpg?imgmax=800" width="346" height="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="5" face="Viner Hand ITC"&gt;To the rest of B107: See you in the future! :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-9039722047510365681?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/9039722047510365681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=9039722047510365681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/9039722047510365681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/9039722047510365681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/06/letters-to-my-friends-part-3.html' title='Letters to my friends – Part 3'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-j9FtGyWjT5k/TeYUJhKY32I/AAAAAAAAAYI/pF-5ZD66rOo/s72-c/Anitha_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-4453519454683939729</id><published>2011-05-30T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T22:40:55.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters to my friends – Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malacca mates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Words just aren’t enough for me to express how happy I am to have met all of you and forge such a great bond over a short time. Thank you for putting up with me, especially those who were doing rotation with me when I was PMS-ing. =p. If I could go back and re-live those 8 weeks, I would in a heartbeat. :) I’ll just let the pictures summarize our friendship. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-QQp3k93CRu0/TeOrpZFdlsI/AAAAAAAAAU0/v6rMfhhI9nk/s1600-h/DSC07774%25255B17%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC07774" border="0" alt="DSC07774" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-3oQQj6Th2Qg/TeOrqIm2uVI/AAAAAAAAAU4/OHUacn5gsh8/DSC07774_thumb%25255B15%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="294" height="294" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-qK_-Kfzw630/TeOrrUmtZcI/AAAAAAAAAU8/OvrZqffMLLM/s1600-h/DSC07792%25255B8%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC07792" border="0" alt="DSC07792" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-n9lY-KBStog/TeOrsR2bC2I/AAAAAAAAAVA/fgK27H5-7KM/DSC07792_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="333" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Remember our dance??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-RnPRS7ayy4U/TeOrtwmakUI/AAAAAAAAAVE/VCUBoX-oNvQ/s1600-h/DSC07810%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC07810" border="0" alt="DSC07810" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-8nT4pJAFN-o/TeOrutLy90I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-lEDeXxBHTk/DSC07810_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="388" height="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-n9WADMRPQmw/TeOrvwI0ShI/AAAAAAAAAVM/AKahswmimHo/s1600-h/DSC07815%25255B11%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC07815" border="0" alt="DSC07815" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-4wTXNh29jfY/TeOrwyGRkzI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Vo5sONpzu2s/DSC07815_thumb%25255B9%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="384" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Our first cooked meal together. =)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-01MLecemOA8/TeOrx7ZAoLI/AAAAAAAAAVU/zPDS3AgXXbo/s1600-h/IMG_7579%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="IMG_7579" border="0" alt="IMG_7579" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-TjwTPyZWgGU/TeOry1o51ZI/AAAAAAAAAVY/TrIw9wXzhnQ/IMG_7579_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="389" height="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-LKjyPSsSXBk/TeOrz_SeiRI/AAAAAAAAAVc/DYlfabCyfOA/s1600-h/IMG_7583%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_7583" border="0" alt="IMG_7583" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-PVQ5PDqjaR4/TeOr0lq_6AI/AAAAAAAAAVg/3n3fRz5xg8I/IMG_7583_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="391" height="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The birthdays.&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-gh2geKP5qjY/TeOr1hFTfCI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UrsYBXaf9vg/s1600-h/IMG_7605%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_7605" border="0" alt="IMG_7605" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-fgqEv_ItlL4/TeOr2-AXIKI/AAAAAAAAAVo/3TORHb3jPvk/IMG_7605_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="385" height="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-o9Wz5-wIjBQ/TeOr4JRhpFI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Iw5d2XZf1mc/s1600-h/IMG_7614%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_7614" border="0" alt="IMG_7614" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-wg2HE3Qxp-M/TeOr5CnMGlI/AAAAAAAAAVw/C2Qu510mlcM/IMG_7614_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-iDiatm38cAc/TeOr6HyFADI/AAAAAAAAAV0/565lQ-RSsoc/s1600-h/IMG_7618%25255B13%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_7618" border="0" alt="IMG_7618" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-VCllT4GC4gs/TeOr62OGhKI/AAAAAAAAAV4/8yi9BcZK2dQ/IMG_7618_thumb%25255B11%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="357" height="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-SoNLu0Fuh0s/TeOr8K6bg4I/AAAAAAAAAV8/ZaTbxmj5SIo/s1600-h/IMG_7635%25255B18%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_7635" border="0" alt="IMG_7635" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-s8vdYy0OBPk/TeOr89it2YI/AAAAAAAAAWA/BqwMGthd2ho/IMG_7635_thumb%25255B16%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="398" height="321" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-gfNocklJfck/TeOr-PpvBSI/AAAAAAAAAWE/gbVs_A4KssI/s1600-h/IMG_7643%25255B10%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_7643" border="0" alt="IMG_7643" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-SnMaAePqTJo/TeOr_CpxRdI/AAAAAAAAAWI/gvvPZpNQ454/IMG_7643_thumb%25255B8%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="388" height="390" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-biWN-rdbh1Q/TeOsAAkSJ6I/AAAAAAAAAWM/rDc5aGg4rMM/s1600-h/IMG_7648%25255B10%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_7648" border="0" alt="IMG_7648" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-QHjg93mUH04/TeOsBbPFQ-I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/tywHkCdGass/IMG_7648_thumb%25255B8%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="415" height="479" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/--klz7LO0pVw/TeOsCaJvPPI/AAAAAAAAAWU/VP3Iit6Y410/s1600-h/IMG_7968%25255B10%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_7968" border="0" alt="IMG_7968" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-5iSN6STqI_c/TeOsDEriGrI/AAAAAAAAAWY/M2wgu_st04E/IMG_7968_thumb%25255B8%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="409" height="326" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Pe7DDtziD7o/TeOsEn8AObI/AAAAAAAAAWc/BfNtsOl6AVw/s1600-h/IMG_7979%25255B8%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_7979" border="0" alt="IMG_7979" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-0r7WPAFG57Q/TeOsGLhOUdI/AAAAAAAAAWg/MAcip7BaD_o/IMG_7979_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="405" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-3chHhl-jI6g/TeOsHaBcqKI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3P_h2bAjQlY/s1600-h/IMG_7989%25255B22%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_7989" border="0" alt="IMG_7989" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ymiTc0QvMgc/TeOsIf0n_CI/AAAAAAAAAWo/qFB2Q5MIaXQ/IMG_7989_thumb%25255B20%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="384" height="309" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-AU5VWT9Adn0/TeOsJcYNEoI/AAAAAAAAAWs/e2yOvDSaLWQ/s1600-h/IMG_7992%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_7992" border="0" alt="IMG_7992" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-p4I-I6gYR04/TeOsKL6ciqI/AAAAAAAAAWw/57micuvxgB8/IMG_7992_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="368" height="438" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;RockerONG!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-k8yxTCWpWP4/TeOsLHIhYiI/AAAAAAAAAW0/YCtn8YdNG3s/s1600-h/IMG_8086%25255B8%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_8086" border="0" alt="IMG_8086" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-k9nItFrd6Hk/TeOsMHuR92I/AAAAAAAAAW4/M8OJHSN96RM/IMG_8086_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="395" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;While we were working..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-E1inPNEubLg/TeOsNDl1d7I/AAAAAAAAAW8/tnh6d-fgHlE/s1600-h/IMG_7656%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="IMG_7656" border="0" alt="IMG_7656" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-M8lUGCwfrfE/TeOsOGJsS5I/AAAAAAAAAXA/PQtjsRS3Qso/IMG_7656_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="393" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-9vi6Fvkvk0c/TeOsPGLi1JI/AAAAAAAAAXE/3cNsTys7ZoU/s1600-h/IMG_8151%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_8151" border="0" alt="IMG_8151" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-q7KOdC3Eyzw/TeOsQGYXK0I/AAAAAAAAAXI/DLm_JRzX99Q/IMG_8151_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="388" height="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-BdodhVsbJgI/TeOsRevnwRI/AAAAAAAAAXM/NBIDPL9sMgQ/s1600-h/IMG_8152%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_8152" border="0" alt="IMG_8152" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ZX7vprFWxsM/TeOsSbUqfcI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/QTarQ-iEuJU/IMG_8152_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="399" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-hiteJ2JFw5E/TeOsToijMnI/AAAAAAAAAXU/kV_c1rvWpmI/s1600-h/IMG_8255%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_8255" border="0" alt="IMG_8255" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-cZD_0hbXvTE/TeOsUSfsilI/AAAAAAAAAXY/4rmvqcw-TMs/IMG_8255_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="405" height="309" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Besunl_b8gg/TeOsVWuzugI/AAAAAAAAAXc/LGm1sFU0MS0/s1600-h/IMG_8260%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_8260" border="0" alt="IMG_8260" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Vydo1MCH0Po/TeOsWTSsf5I/AAAAAAAAAXg/Jttfzghhy00/IMG_8260_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="401" height="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;…and while we were playing.. =)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ziq5uK4u_XE/TeOsXSNp45I/AAAAAAAAAXk/V_DRMKxcy-Y/s1600-h/IMG_8118%25255B8%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="IMG_8118" border="0" alt="IMG_8118" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-bXhj9D40rds/TeOsYMdr2sI/AAAAAAAAAXo/fpVoY-i0vzI/IMG_8118_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="380" height="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-wMK8c3xB9vI/TeOsY7b38yI/AAAAAAAAAXs/4uCBPYGFoSw/s1600-h/IMG_8124%25255B8%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="IMG_8124" border="0" alt="IMG_8124" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Z0yfdFSmSPY/TeOsZ1_AMcI/AAAAAAAAAXw/kEpZaFY1aeE/IMG_8124_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="374" height="433" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-PEvAyGc5SHY/TeOsa7442II/AAAAAAAAAX0/JNEhIN8zB4I/s1600-h/IMG_8142%25255B8%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="IMG_8142" border="0" alt="IMG_8142" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-tCxEA2JpA8I/TeOsbhxPylI/AAAAAAAAAX4/rj62v9t5GXk/IMG_8142_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="378" height="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-5hhgvpZLuD8/TeOsc6Ix3xI/AAAAAAAAAX8/d_Mggm9-e8k/s1600-h/IMG_8144%25255B8%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_8144" border="0" alt="IMG_8144" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-NAGEB4ST-co/TeOsdge-JvI/AAAAAAAAAYA/AJRH861GItY/IMG_8144_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="371" height="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#800080" size="5" face="Viner Hand ITC"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you all :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-4453519454683939729?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/4453519454683939729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=4453519454683939729' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/4453519454683939729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/4453519454683939729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/05/letters-to-my-friends-part-2.html' title='Letters to my friends – Part 2'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-3oQQj6Th2Qg/TeOrqIm2uVI/AAAAAAAAAU4/OHUacn5gsh8/s72-c/DSC07774_thumb%25255B15%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-6864870697898762733</id><published>2011-05-30T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T21:23:23.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters to my friends – Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kaveena&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The first person I met on my first day at IMU. Hence the first person I’m going to talk about. I met you right before the registration. And our friendship lasted 4 years. Thank you for putting up with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; drama. =) I will miss your art works and your art classes which were usually conducted simultaneously with the lectures we attended. And I will definitely &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;forget your laughter and the times we spent laughing like crazy in the elabs. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-NfrPuoDwo5c/TeOZ77l_A7I/AAAAAAAAATc/DwiEUI7DVgE/s1600-h/n708676720_2080484_603989016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="n708676720_2080484_6039890" border="0" alt="n708676720_2080484_6039890" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Jay4yvBrdUI/TeOZ813XvVI/AAAAAAAAATg/gAj82UtumhQ/n708676720_2080484_6039890_thumb14.jpg?imgmax=800" width="259" height="328" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Radhika&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;You are by far, the most honest,sincere, amazing person that I have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; met. NO, I am not over exaggerating here. You always find the good in others and accept them no &lt;font size="2"&gt;matter what. It is rarely I hear that you dislike anyone. You just accept people for who they are, and you embrace that. I am glad that I met you, because by meeting you, I’m learning to accept and embrace others for what they are, and to find the good in them. Jo once called you the&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; angelic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; one, and I’m not going to argue on that. You’re always the first to hear my drama/gossip and never the one who ‘CNNs’ it. I know I can trust you with my deepest darkest secret. And I know I’ll see you soon! Why? Even sem 7 couldn’t keep us that far apart. Plus, the “&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Journal Of Gossips&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;” will always be there between us. We’ve shared tonnes of memories, its&lt;/font&gt; near impossible that I will forget you unless I get Alzheimer's. It felt good that we graduated together (literally one after the other). THANKS FOR LAYANING ME. :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-GdONKYVzejM/TeOZ911eOeI/AAAAAAAAATk/_p1GCmOURlQ/s1600-h/deedeeblog16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-anLlaq-rloU/TeOZ-14QkaI/AAAAAAAAATo/FUG7rFFTgSs/deedeeblog1_thumb4.jpg?imgmax=800" width="198" height="578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Soo Siew Bing&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;My fellow tutee mate. We’ve been passed from one tutor to another. I began to think we cursed them/they just simply hated us, every tutor we got eventually left IMU (Note: Mr.Vengkatesan, Ms.Chrissy, Dr.Sathvik) until we got tutor No.4 (Dr.Tan Seok Keik), I think she broke the curse. 4 years in IMU, 4 tutors. We managed to leave IMU before she did! :P Always the more responsible one and always the one with who knows what to say to a depressed me. When I really needed you, you had the words for me, but when I asked you to write in my convo mag, you said you don’t know what to write. –.-&amp;quot; Thank you for catching me when I fell numerous times in IMU (figuratively speaking). I will miss our MSN days…and remember the time we spent like hours till midnight working on our first PCP on msn, but got scolded the next day just cause we din fill up the pcp paper (geram kan???) Or during our dispensing practicals in Sem 4, we stayed up till 12 doing Rx screenings via MSN.. :P My MSN chat sessions with you during our early sems were very educational, but &lt;em&gt;somehow&lt;/em&gt; it switched to gossip as the semesters progressed! :P I will never forget our “study sessions” in the library.Honestly, you and Dee Dee sat through EOS and graduation together with me and that made it all even more special. My 2 close friends, enduring exams together, and graduating together! :) And yes, your subscription to the “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Journal of Gossips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” has been re-newed. =D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-DckizZwVYoA/TeOaB01v7gI/AAAAAAAAATs/HJt5H1WzRwc/s1600-h/blog34.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-C7kADhgXDT8/TeOaD1wXpyI/AAAAAAAAATw/7fv6yt4SIrQ/blog3_thumb4.png?imgmax=800" width="302" height="341" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Tan Mei Mei&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Mimi - the quiet one - the blinking one. But you soon warmed up..thanks for everything, always so calm and not stressed next to stressed SSB. You guys memang cute la!!! I will miss you now that you are back in Miri, and 1 day, I’ll pay you a visit!! I do believe we can still exchange stories abt Handsome and Pumpkin and we shall forward them to SSB just to annoy her, but I heard she is really bored now at Sarikei, so our stories will be her entertainment! Also, thanks for supplying me with ‘Fruit Ninja’ – the stress reliever during Sem 8’s EOS. You brought Neslo into my life,the one at the library cafe does not taste like what we used to drink during Sem 6. =(&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-gdaaPmYvLcU/TeOaEjZXC4I/AAAAAAAAAT0/AFGtL7OG8HA/s1600-h/Picnikcollage4%25255B1%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="Picnik collage" border="0" alt="Picnik collage" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-mwB9G2c2_w8/TeOaFtPBcUI/AAAAAAAAAT4/kAwtXHdKBsA/Picnikcollage_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="209" height="412" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And Mimi, do you remember this?and who they were suppose to be??? =p&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-NEr61Jpef3Q/TeOaGjyFp3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/PB74uv2jMC4/s1600-h/DSC01163%25255B11%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC01163" border="0" alt="DSC01163" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-EV2KP74HRuk/TeOaHtkya7I/AAAAAAAAAUA/GfKREr7sxL4/DSC01163_thumb%25255B11%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Joanne Ong Yen Nee&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;JOANNE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’ll definitely be missing ur blur moments and also ur Jo moments (always dropping stuff =P). You always sided with me and we used to annoy Vee Vee and Dee Dee together. Hire a PA as Dee Dee/Vee Vee and I will no longer be around to tell you what's happening k?? :) Enjoy ur Bali trip! :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-uGPmfW2YU-s/TeOaIr7C0FI/AAAAAAAAAUE/PcqGfNncLXs/s1600-h/Picnikcollage23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="Picnik collage2" border="0" alt="Picnik collage2" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-mvRon-ysqS4/TeOaJtLe1NI/AAAAAAAAAUI/G_FBUu9BDRc/Picnikcollage2_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="329" height="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Chai Yen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Always quiet and hardworking. You will always copy everything the lecturer says in class, I still wonder how you manage to do that. Thanks for making sure our notes were always ready! :) I will miss you, and miss telling you all my interesting stories.. :P Thanks for the gift. When I read what you wrote, I had a flash back moment to the times we shared. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-hkK6gtX5OJI/TeOaKjmRMZI/AAAAAAAAAUM/4Lv7UijFiDc/s1600-h/223191_10150163530344499_649664498_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="223191_10150163530344499_649664498_6821766_379325_n" border="0" alt="223191_10150163530344499_649664498_6821766_379325_n" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-X9FOjmcWyqw/TeOaLRXARVI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/AQtnWCy8e0U/223191_10150163530344499_649664498_6%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="204" height="348" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Teh Khai Mei&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;As you said it yourself, when we started sem 7, we did not expect to become as close as we have become. You know, after I signed up for our Sem 7 project, I never stopped wondering if I made the correct choice, but looking back, that choice earned me 2 new amazing friends, 2 big brothers and an amazing experience.&amp;#160; So now I know, I did make the correct choice. :) Thanks for “twinkle”, although Pumpkin does not like it, I’m grateful for it as now I can get rid of my backaches. You were always the healthy one, always the wise one, and always the mature one. And I never knew we could gossip SO MUCH!!! I will definitely be exchanging emails with you regarding certain “special” people and topics. I’ve travelled more around KL by foot with you and Huey Chin and I’m grateful for all those experience and times we spent walking from HKL to the LRT station, and thanks to you guys, I learnt to walk super fast! :P &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;p/s: I’ll be waiting for your wedding invitation. :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-mezxll1Vi4M/TeOaMOfMF5I/AAAAAAAAAUU/BFfDCTRqlwg/s1600-h/Picnikcollage45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-5uWRYA7vXQQ/TeOaNHpnnaI/AAAAAAAAAUY/SIKkbthATlQ/Picnikcollage4_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="362" height="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-rWq_a1OOBPc/TeOaOLK7BpI/AAAAAAAAAUc/9Y6-lHRDxrk/s1600-h/DSC01341%25255B21%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC01341" border="0" alt="DSC01341" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-JJ-v1KRyQQw/TeOaPFumudI/AAAAAAAAAUg/mHbqZh4w6t4/DSC01341_thumb%25255B19%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Ong Huey Chin&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Siao Za Bo!!!! You are a funny person – and I mean that in a good way. :) Thanks for making sem7 a fun one. We endured the same “nice” and “unbiased” experience since we were always together (&lt;em&gt;you know what I’m talking about la kan??).&lt;/em&gt; Good thing that we were there for each other and thanks for backing me up when I needed it. I will miss lining up outside the HKL MTAC and interviewing patients with you and kmei. I still remember the time we crashed Kmei’s place to teman her wait for her bags to be delivered and bergossip about everything under the sun! You also always seem to take note of my clothes and shoes and is always the first to detect if I’m wearing something new.hehe.. If I ever get posted to near your “kawasan” please write for me a survival guide!! *heart* you!!! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-80R1aunWBmg/TeOaPxwTIqI/AAAAAAAAAUk/ZhRvPbBrNO0/s1600-h/hchin5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-8450oxcZydE/TeOaQmaPOhI/AAAAAAAAAUo/X8M5ZylSLbk/hchin_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" height="688" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff" size="5" face="Viner Hand ITC"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for the memories!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-o3ZgKZ2qX5E/TeOaRTVhjTI/AAAAAAAAAUs/NDqK6veVCRA/s1600-h/1%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-8vNmvA_DoRg/TeOaSbr8FmI/AAAAAAAAAUw/pfWxUKWjukM/1_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="224" height="632" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff" size="5" face="Viner Hand ITC"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-6864870697898762733?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/6864870697898762733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=6864870697898762733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/6864870697898762733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/6864870697898762733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/05/letters-to-my-friends-part-1.html' title='Letters to my friends – Part 1'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Jay4yvBrdUI/TeOZ813XvVI/AAAAAAAAATg/gAj82UtumhQ/s72-c/n708676720_2080484_6039890_thumb14.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-5286960234243222006</id><published>2011-05-24T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T21:52:31.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tale of the brownies, the hand phone and the movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I made this today:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/Tdu4E6WuJFI/AAAAAAAAATM/IRUGZALa_Y8/s1600-h/DSC00511%5B15%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC00511" border="0" alt="DSC00511" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/Tdu4FmtbNTI/AAAAAAAAATQ/1ICR2xZ5xCo/DSC00511_thumb%5B13%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="322" height="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/em&gt;It had loads of chocolate chips and chunks and it was really sweet ( I have a sweet tooth), but what I really like about it was the fact that it was chewy!!! I love chewy brownies, not those cakey ones!! brownies are meant to be chewy OK! (&lt;em&gt;excuse the unprofessional photo cause I suck at photography&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;From brownies to phones.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ve been in a dilemma for some time now, torn between HTC Desire HD and I phone 4. I wanted I phone 5, but I’m not sure if I’m patient enough to wait until it is released. So I’ve been watching videos on YouTube where they compare HTC and I phone and some say HTC is better and some say I phone is better, most people I asked said that I phone is better but then again, they are also I phone users, so I must take into account the biasness. *sighs* One day I wake up deciding on HTC, the next day I tell myself its gonna be I phone, and the next day it’s back to HTC. Yes, I’m crazily fickle minded. So, I shall continue to ponder upon it…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HTC Desire HD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTyheeb1716UrcV9Pw6NkCP392HnSFsooY4xKhjleKnlzyzBmkg" width="240" height="210" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or I Phone 4???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blazomania.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/iphone4-white-launched.jpg" width="268" height="221" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Apart from baking brownies and thinking about which phone to get, last week I watched 3 movies; Priest (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;don’t watch&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;), POTC 4 (not amazing,but OK lah), Insidious (&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT WAS CRAZY-AMAZING!!! and yes, I’m being biased =p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;) I think I’ve been deprived of awesome horror movies for sometime, and I missed them. I’m the girl who as a &lt;em&gt;kid&lt;/em&gt; watched ‘Nightmare on Elm Street’, ‘Omen’ (and its related movies e.g: Omen 2,3, etc..), Psycho ( and psycho 2,3), Silence of the Lambs, Exorcist, It( which not scary AT ALL if you watch it now, but for a 6 year old it WAS! I’m just glad I did not develop any phobia for clowns) and the list goes on. But recently the horror movies have lost it touch but Insidious was so awesome for me, it restored my faith!&amp;#160; Good horror movies aren’t extinct yet!! :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;A bored ewok! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/Tdu4GlQSaCI/AAAAAAAAATU/bcLAiBCWBBs/s1600-h/DSC00479%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC00479" border="0" alt="DSC00479" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/Tdu4HUCZt8I/AAAAAAAAATY/Rfam_oyczzg/DSC00479_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="227" height="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-5286960234243222006?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/5286960234243222006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=5286960234243222006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/5286960234243222006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/5286960234243222006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/05/tale-of-brownies-hand-phone-and-movies.html' title='The tale of the brownies, the hand phone and the movies'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/Tdu4FmtbNTI/AAAAAAAAATQ/1ICR2xZ5xCo/s72-c/DSC00511_thumb%5B13%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-5221971578440343307</id><published>2011-05-19T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T22:04:02.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happy Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Behold the goodies from Phuket! :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TdUjH0KshaI/AAAAAAAAASM/sJCbNeE76IM/s1600-h/DSC01665%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC01665" border="0" alt="DSC01665" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TdUjIrhzlkI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Ag6UnBCuuas/DSC01665_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TdUjJZzQrkI/AAAAAAAAASU/Vf5n1pKKups/s1600-h/DSC01666%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01666" border="0" alt="DSC01666" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TdUjKBp5ekI/AAAAAAAAASY/1g_-yGvu8VU/DSC01666_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TdUjK9MaytI/AAAAAAAAASc/PvwLn_qwQys/s1600-h/DSC01667%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01667" border="0" alt="DSC01667" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TdUjL-CbuHI/AAAAAAAAASg/9uCJFYEnWng/DSC01667_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TdUjMqjT_wI/AAAAAAAAASk/OLF3-e78vTY/s1600-h/DSC01668%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01668" border="0" alt="DSC01668" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TdUjNW4E2UI/AAAAAAAAASo/sgQ4cepN17M/DSC01668_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" height="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TdUjOP1lz9I/AAAAAAAAASs/uMhDBIFtO3I/s1600-h/DSC01669%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01669" border="0" alt="DSC01669" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TdUjPMebp2I/AAAAAAAAASw/kE77w6NMhek/DSC01669_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks to Teh Khai Mei, Ong Huey Chin and Hii Ling Wei. =)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I decided to go for the J Card member day thingy at Jusco Wangsa Maju but when I reached there around 11am, the cars we parked till outside of the building and I was in no mood for war with the other customers there, so I decided to venture off to Wangsa Walk Mall (WWM).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;What did I get there??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TdUjQaxR7xI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H3YVzqTrF94/s1600-h/DSC01670%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01670" border="0" alt="DSC01670" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TdUjQ5KAFyI/AAAAAAAAAS4/VF_9g_Si8Lc/DSC01670_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I got these babies!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TdUjR4hj6BI/AAAAAAAAAS8/_yJk0sStp1Q/s1600-h/DSC01672%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01672" border="0" alt="DSC01672" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TdUjSoIkLkI/AAAAAAAAATA/MzbIg2zGzc8/DSC01672_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TdUjTY2bnnI/AAAAAAAAATE/_BUls1FEjlo/s1600-h/DSC01673%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01673" border="0" alt="DSC01673" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TdUjUAvkwNI/AAAAAAAAATI/Kb9-w1urofI/DSC01673_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" height="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, I am a very happy girl! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-5221971578440343307?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/5221971578440343307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=5221971578440343307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/5221971578440343307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/5221971578440343307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-girl.html' title='The Happy Girl'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TdUjIrhzlkI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Ag6UnBCuuas/s72-c/DSC01665_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-1588073262735894392</id><published>2011-05-18T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T23:14:36.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death by boredom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’m suppose to be enjoying the holidays which have been blessed upon me before my “working life” begins, but I’ve been at home a while and I’m super bored with life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My weak attempts to make my holiday interesting have failed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes, I have a tonne of books to read, shows to watch, but still I feel so unproductive staying at home.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What have I done since I last blogged? Nothing much, had dinner with some people whom I’m probably not gonna see more often in the coming future (sad), ran around KL with Papa and aunt to settle some property deal my aunt had, then ran around KL with Papa and Mom to help Mom settle her property issues, went to Ipoh, had a movie date with Mom…and yea, that is pretty much it! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes, I know – BORING.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And I already bought my convo clothes, but now I’m having second thoughts about it, so I’m gonna prepare two other outfits and see which one I feel like wearing on the day! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m planning on making some brownies soon too. We’ll see how that goes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And for those of you following AI10 – JAMES DURBIN SHOULD NOT HAVE GONE!!! Now I’m rooting for Haley. Hope she wins, if she gets voted off this week, I’m not going to watch the finale next week!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ve also decided to stop watching Sherlock after watching the first 30 minutes of the pilot. Sorry, but I did not find it interesting!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;With shows ending their seasons (e.g.: Gossip Girl, TVD) I think I will be having more free time than what I already have. *huge sigh* But thank GOD the summer movies are opening soon (Fri : me hoping to watch Pirates!).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;M gonna watch the latest Glee episode now! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-1588073262735894392?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/1588073262735894392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=1588073262735894392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/1588073262735894392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/1588073262735894392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/05/death-by-boredom.html' title='Death by boredom?'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-1753187786402998236</id><published>2011-05-07T10:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T10:52:26.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tribute to parents everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mother. Mummy. Mom. Mama. Amma. Daddy. Papa. Pops. Appa.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Many ways of calling two people. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The same people who impacted our lives in a magnificent way. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;A way no other duo can.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;They do not necessarily have to be your biological parents. They just has to be the ones who raised you up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;With Mother’s Day approaching, all restaurants are fully booked, I predict tomorrow will be a chaotic day for any restaurant. Florists will cash in on it, (just like how they do on Valentines) malls will be packed, everyone will be busy focusing on one person –&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt; Mummy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then I started thinking, why do we need ONE day to celebrate her? I think it is a mockery to Mothers everywhere that after all they’ve done, they only get &lt;em&gt;one day a year&lt;/em&gt; to celebrate their efforts. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Shouldn’t &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everyday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; be mother’s day?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Forget Mother’s Day, PARENTS are who we should be thanking. (&lt;em&gt;I’m aware of the existence of Parent’s Day by the way&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Shouldn’t we thank them &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everyday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I’m not a parent, but I think (&lt;em&gt;based on my observations&lt;/em&gt;), that parents go a great deal to make their children happy. And they do it every single day. And for that, a day is unacceptable. They need to be thanked on a daily basis – as their job as parents is an everyday thing. Not a once a year thing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I’m sure, some of you may just scoff this off and go, “&lt;em&gt;I had horrible parents&lt;/em&gt;”. But before you continue that negativity against your parents, please remember that they are also &lt;em&gt;people&lt;/em&gt;. They are as human as you and I, which makes them as imperfect as you and I. But that is what makes us all perfect. It is our imperfections which make us indefinable and unique people. We are perfect because of our imperfections. And so are our parents. We must forgive them for the harm/pain that they have inflicted upon us because in their eyes, that is the best that they can do for us. They were parenting us based on the mistakes and lessons they learnt from their parents, and that is how we are probably going to do as well. These days we have self-help books on parenting to help us out. So in a way, we are getting “extra help”. But they did not. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;We should appreciate them for all that they have given, taught and done to us. We are who we are, and we have grown into this person, because of them. For those whose parents inflicted emotional pain/ torture, because of what they did you are now a stronger person, they indirectly made you a stronger person and you know better than to do the same to your child in the future, and you should thank them for that lesson in parenting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow, everyone will be celebrating mothers all around the world. I will definitely join in the celebration to thank my mother. But I will also make a mental note that the celebration does not end when the day ends tomorrow. It is an all-year-round celebration! I think we all need to change the way we see things. =)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;To parents everywhere – &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00" size="4"&gt;THANK YOU FOR BEING AWESOME!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;p/s: this tribute is not applicable for parents who abuse their children. I don’t support child abuse&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-1753187786402998236?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/1753187786402998236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=1753187786402998236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/1753187786402998236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/1753187786402998236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/05/tribute-to-parents-everywhere.html' title='A tribute to parents everywhere'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-1785770892446646304</id><published>2011-04-30T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T14:23:05.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malacca- and all things not related to it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Malacca. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What can I say about the place? Prior to November 29th 2010, I would say it is just another historical tourist spot in Malaysia which I’ve been to a few times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What can I say about it now? A place where I grew and learnt &lt;em&gt;a lot&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still remember walking to the notice board sometime nearing the end of Semester 7 to see which hospital I’ll be going to for Semester 8- and not expecting Malacca. I was expecting somewhere within Klang Valley. But I didn’t whine, throw a tantrum, or fret when I saw where I was posted to, I honestly did not know how to react. Later, once the idea completely sank into my head, I got excited about it. And now, if you ask me what I think of going to Malacca for my hospital attachment, I will say that it was the &lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt; thing that happened to me in 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TbuqFhdN7AI/AAAAAAAAARU/omtyRxnKnpg/s1600-h/DSC01371%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC01371" border="0" height="300" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TbuqGpRXZCI/AAAAAAAAARY/2eYCvVZZnjI/DSC01371_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC01371" width="393" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is the first picture I took of my &lt;em&gt;ah-may-ziiiing&lt;/em&gt; housemates in front of our house in Malacca. At this time, little did I know that I would grow to love these guys. =) Everyday of the 8 weeks spent there was filled with laughter because of these guys. We had so much fun, I don’t even remember being stressed out during my 8 weeks there at the hospital. Sure- we had assignments and what not, but somehow, they made it fun! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Malacca is a place filled with memories for me now. Not to mention, I’m now like an official tourist guide of the place. :P If you ever want to know where to go when you are there, I think the Malacca mates will be able to help you out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Moving on to things NOT related to Malacca :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. My cooking stint!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since the last time I blogged, I have whipped up chocolate cake, kulfi, seafood platter and homemade cheesy chicken burgers. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TbuqHzNiZ7I/AAAAAAAAARc/npE6-D4Kc0M/s1600-h/DSC01652%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC01652" border="0" height="237" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TbuqIn5YTKI/AAAAAAAAARg/qlP5Sy1rhco/DSC01652_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSC01652" width="199" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TbuqJzHUIyI/AAAAAAAAARk/5T5XgVkNW9s/s1600-h/DSC01654%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC01654" border="0" height="237" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TbuqKvgMKZI/AAAAAAAAARo/rL1nrIouV1k/DSC01654_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSC01654" width="199" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’m not going to include the picture which shows what happened after the icing was added – it was &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; pretty and I need to improve on my icing applying skills!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TbuqMM1pH1I/AAAAAAAAARs/aP9RlygSVYQ/s1600-h/DSC01655%5B14%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC01655" border="0" height="317" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TbuqNCQCvjI/AAAAAAAAARw/Xosel6dGXIQ/DSC01655_thumb%5B12%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSC01655" width="416" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Behold my seafood platter!! Yes, it is basically deep fried prawns and cuttlefish. I &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; managed to get the combination right for the coating. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry for the lack of pictures for the other two as I was too busy making them to run and grab the camera to take a picture of ‘em. For those of you who are wondering what &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kulfi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is all about, it is basically Indian ice-cream, with the base of it being primarily milk, it is very rich- and not recommended if you are on a diet! Also, I don’t expect everyone to fall in love with it the way I did. I noticed that some “subjects” were not very fond of the milky-ness of it. Then I guess it is acquired taste! And I love it! :) The cheesy chicken burger is also not for those who opt for a healthy diet. I packed it with a lot of cheddar – yummy but sinful at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;2. My recent development into a couch potato!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, yes, I’m officially a couch potato! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyone else watching American Idol 10 out there???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img height="183" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSJvG_0nJdRtHYu0v6CR6Gb3qjWwnT_Y2pd5irl3bw4Oa2f9B3Paw" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I’m &lt;strong&gt;IN LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; with James Durbin! Can’t help to point out though how similar he and Adam Lambert are. Or is it just me? No matter what you say, he is definitely my American Idol! Oh, and has anyone else noticed that the show got more interesting with the new judges? I actually like JLo. Unlike the other one (note: Kara). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My other new show is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Camelot.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Don’t know how many fans of the show are out there but I do know that not many of my peers know much about the whole King Arthur legend – or maybe they’re just not as obsessed about it as I am. :P I’m so into Morgana or as the show puts is – Morgan. a.k.a Eva Green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TbuqOH1uivI/AAAAAAAAAR0/J_7VnQ5BXn0/s1600-h/eva_green_as_morgan%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="eva_green_as_morgan" border="0" height="253" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TbuqO6K44rI/AAAAAAAAAR4/M4Sqh2T8d_s/eva_green_as_morgan_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="eva_green_as_morgan" width="323" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is just &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; about her character that intrigues me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or maybe it’s just her eye make up that I’m drawn to. I’m not sure but she is definitely my favourite character on the show. Oh, and I find their Merlin kinda creepy. Is it just me??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another show I’m excited about is &lt;strong&gt;Sherlock&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TbuqPQLoiEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/YA_QCfTdlvI/s1600-h/imagesCAMIE5TG%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="imagesCAMIE5TG" border="0" height="208" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TbuqQc_fsDI/AAAAAAAAASA/CKAm5qf0Fmc/imagesCAMIE5TG_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="imagesCAMIE5TG" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;It is this new show which&amp;nbsp;will premiere this Friday (6/5/2011) on AXN Beyond. It looks interesting, and I hope it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;3. My progress on the reading list.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much progress has been made since I’m currently busy doing other things but I &lt;em&gt;have &lt;/em&gt;read ‘The Power’ and I found it rather boring. Maybe it is because I’ve already read ‘The Secret’, or maybe I’m just not needing any motivation right now. Whatever the reason is, if you have never read ‘The Secret’ then maybe this won’t be that boring for you, if you already have read that, then it’s ok, you can skip this one -&amp;nbsp; the choice is yours!&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to move on to ‘The Lost Symbol’ by Dan Brown. It was not on the reading list because I forgot to include it. :P I hope it will entertain me better than ‘The Power’! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And last but not least:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TbuqRbIQHMI/AAAAAAAAASE/LxcebZtvNTk/s1600-h/DSC01643%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC01643" border="0" height="321" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TbuqSG2NsjI/AAAAAAAAASI/lFi9bwDByMI/DSC01643_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC01643" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My lil’ ewok decided to jump into the pail! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-1785770892446646304?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/1785770892446646304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=1785770892446646304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/1785770892446646304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/1785770892446646304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/04/malacca-and-all-things-not-related-to.html' title='Malacca- and all things not related to it.'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TbuqGpRXZCI/AAAAAAAAARY/2eYCvVZZnjI/s72-c/DSC01371_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-5147051847648254274</id><published>2011-04-20T20:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T20:35:22.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jalan-Jalan, bershopping, bergossip &amp; bermovie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Headed to Mid Valley today to make full use of their J-Card member day (which will be on 2mrw as well, so if u want to go, please do =). And 2mrw is the last day )&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I successfully purchased 2 pairs of shoes and a top! :) And yes, flats have been purchased. But after that I felt unsatisfied..as if I needed to buy a pair of heels.. But Radhika and Siew Bing managed to stop me. *sigh*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/Ta7SvwCpa5I/AAAAAAAAAQs/at-NeiiARfY/s1600-h/DSC01634%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC01634" border="0" alt="DSC01634" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/Ta7SxkcC_UI/AAAAAAAAAQw/t1FIc2aDzcQ/DSC01634_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" height="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My convo shoes =p &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/Ta7S0c34CxI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5VtHO1bkE2k/s1600-h/DSC01635%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01635" border="0" alt="DSC01635" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/Ta7S3FFiYNI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/_SsDWil4l-c/DSC01635_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" height="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;My flats!! :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/Ta7S4mNaNXI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/X34UlzTkNDE/s1600-h/DSC01637%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01637" border="0" alt="DSC01637" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/Ta7S7vc3TvI/AAAAAAAAARA/3AsCsr6XW8A/DSC01637_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The random purchase. =P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;We had lunch at Nyonya colours – Gardens :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/Ta7S-HyGDNI/AAAAAAAAARE/vvNk1MMTqy0/s1600-h/20-4-11%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="20-4-11" border="0" alt="20-4-11" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/Ta7S_ajIjWI/AAAAAAAAARI/N4MH3qVyAmw/20-4-11_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="407" height="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;And then we watched a movie :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/Ta7TBGYb2-I/AAAAAAAAARM/Xif59p8yNec/s1600-h/DSC01629%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01629" border="0" alt="DSC01629" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/Ta7TCPZEO7I/AAAAAAAAARQ/MDNxPniHVuQ/DSC01629_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" height="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just Go With It-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; another Rom Com which was actually worth the money..cause it was 7 bucks. =P But it wasn’t bad. It was funny and well, rather predictable as all Rom Coms are. We wanted to watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but it was too late. =( perhaps another time?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;And then we braved ourselves to the supermarket section of Jusco – which mind you, was like a mad house.. it was congested and crowded and well… full of housewives.. I guess the stuff there was going real cheap??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;And then we all headed home.. I was super happy with the purchase of my flats!! :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Tomorrow is desserts day.. wonder what I shall make… hmmm…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-5147051847648254274?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/5147051847648254274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=5147051847648254274' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/5147051847648254274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/5147051847648254274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/04/jalan-jalan-bershopping-bergossip.html' title='Jalan-Jalan, bershopping, bergossip &amp;amp; bermovie!'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/Ta7SxkcC_UI/AAAAAAAAAQw/t1FIc2aDzcQ/s72-c/DSC01634_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-195740458244768851</id><published>2011-04-19T13:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T13:47:06.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking with Sham</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today I decided to cook lunch. And I decided to cook something simple and easy – because I was in no mood for complicated today.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yours truly cooked the following:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/Ta0hxUpnUKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/s32sOaA8Wew/s1600-h/food%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="food" border="0" alt="food" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/Ta0hybK2W5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Xaofkgd5Cfs/food_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="367" height="437" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Top Left: Chocolate chip cookies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I didn’t make them today, I made them yesterday but decided to talk about it today…hehe… If you need something to calm your soul, nothing can beat those cookies!! (No, I’m not self promoting my cookies)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Top Right: Raita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (I think that’s how you spell ‘em)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Basically it’s the world’s most simplest dish ever!! I don’t see why anyone can’t do it. All your ingredients are fresh, no cooking required, and it’s done in like 10 minutes??? And I need to remind my self to do this last..because I did it first and I added salt to it, so it basically drew out the water from the cucumber (I think) and it became all watery at the end. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bottom Left: Mix vege.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Another simple dish. I can cook it in my sleep I think. Yes, it *is* that simple.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bottom Right: Dry Chicken Curry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;OK. This is the dish I’m super excited about!! Why?? Because I’ve never cooked curry before. All this while, I leave it to my mom to cook curry, because the spices scare me, but today, I decided that I would try to cook it. AND IT TURNED OUT EDIBLE!! Probably a bit spicy ( because I decided to add more chilli) but it turned out edible!!!!! :D And the biggest food critic in my house a.k.a my brother (who can’t cook by the way), didn’t compliant about it. Must be a good sign right??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now that my lunch is peacefully resting in my tummy, I shall go and annoy my very own &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ewok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! =P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/Ta0hy7nLxtI/AAAAAAAAAQU/wrc8WwJKRcA/s1600-h/ewoks%20pumpkin%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="ewoks pumpkin" border="0" alt="ewoks pumpkin" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/Ta0hz6-EP0I/AAAAAAAAAQY/Il4DdJ236hM/ewoks%20pumpkin_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="302" height="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/Ta0h0XZpbDI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ykNUuuk4dCY/s1600-h/Pumpkin%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="Pumpkin" border="0" alt="Pumpkin" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/Ta0h0-vczCI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Sr1iqRlOhC0/Pumpkin_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="224" height="481" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;This is how a real ewok looks like by the way… :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/Ta0h1WhQ1tI/AAAAAAAAAQk/uEPlLRu0lYk/s1600-h/ewoks%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="ewoks" border="0" alt="ewoks" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/Ta0h2PKr7zI/AAAAAAAAAQo/OFLxrngYIcQ/ewoks_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="245" height="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-195740458244768851?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/195740458244768851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=195740458244768851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/195740458244768851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/195740458244768851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/04/cooking-with-sham.html' title='Cooking with Sham'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/Ta0hybK2W5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Xaofkgd5Cfs/s72-c/food_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-4615612163144333981</id><published>2011-04-18T16:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T16:12:39.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The reading list =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;1. The Power.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TavyXMXMvgI/AAAAAAAAAO8/B89tQ66s28U/s1600-h/DSC01608%5B23%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01608" border="0" alt="DSC01608" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TavyX97800I/AAAAAAAAAPA/olXpZj5YaGs/DSC01608_thumb%5B34%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="201" height="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Being the sequel to ‘The Secret’, I expect nothing more that what I have already read. But I’ll just read it anyway to see what’s new.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;2. The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Hinduism&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TavyYsV0_VI/AAAAAAAAAPE/3ckFWXDBJHo/s1600-h/DSC01607%5B18%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01607" border="0" alt="DSC01607" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TavyZFhvekI/AAAAAAAAAPI/K8WHq6aKxNw/DSC01607_thumb%5B16%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" height="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;As the title says – complete idiot’s guide. I think it is about time I learnt more about my own religion as I know very little about it. Yes, it is time to change some things about me. =)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;3. Mini Shopaholic&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TavyZjEvjPI/AAAAAAAAAPM/KyZRr9guV7w/s1600-h/DSC01604%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01604" border="0" alt="DSC01604" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TavyaPr_7cI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/uomzGSX46nc/DSC01604_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="185" height="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Need I say more??? =)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;4. Long Walk to Freedom&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/Tavya7oQEEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/JA9VqJ3tZCU/s1600-h/DSC01606%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01606" border="0" alt="DSC01606" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/Tavybe3KvNI/AAAAAAAAAPY/mAMMceCHCnU/DSC01606_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="173" height="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I actually started reading this book sometime in the middle of semester 7, but never quite finished it because of the workload.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;5. Persian Girls – A memoir&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TavycNjF6JI/AAAAAAAAAPc/oPDwmo3T3hw/s1600-h/DSC01605%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01605" border="0" alt="DSC01605" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/Tavycta_bGI/AAAAAAAAAPg/xHX3Qi3iKx4/DSC01605_thumb%5B12%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="191" height="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;This book was being sold at a ridiculously low price during the book fair last year at KLCC convention centre and so I bought it. I know it is not a valid reason to buy something, but sometimes, we just do things without thinking. It may turn out to be a good read! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;6. Queen, Empress, Concubine&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TavydN9iobI/AAAAAAAAAPk/SrdFkpN4ZYw/s1600-h/DSC01609%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01609" border="0" alt="DSC01609" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TavydukcxsI/AAAAAAAAAPo/crwMUsQKHEs/DSC01609_thumb%5B12%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="221" height="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;It is interesting to read about these powerful women, and I loved Nefertiti’s eye make-up which was shown in a picture somewhere inside this book!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-4615612163144333981?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/4615612163144333981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=4615612163144333981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/4615612163144333981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/4615612163144333981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/04/reading-list.html' title='The reading list =)'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TavyX97800I/AAAAAAAAAPA/olXpZj5YaGs/s72-c/DSC01608_thumb%5B34%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-2061869416205211624</id><published>2011-04-14T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T21:06:54.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-vamping in progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;After a *&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#800040"&gt;very&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;* long holiday from blogging, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;I HAVE RETURNED!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And I will be changing the layout pretty soon..and there are so many things to be updated, I need to get them in order. This *&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;old&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;* layout used to represent my now *&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*. =) coffee, messy tables, a lot of things to read/study.. and the list goes on. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I literally took a break from all the other things which made me happy (reading, cooking, baking, shopping and the other stuff which I used to do) and did nothing but look at my uni books! ( well, its not entirely true that I did nothing but read uni books, but I definitely did a lot less fun stuff in the past couple of months that what I usually do) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;As I move on to the next phase/chapter/whatever-you-wanna-call-it , I would like to change my surroundings so that it is similar to my current phase in life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;So, I shall babble no more, and work on the changes which I was talking about.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;To all my classmates who completed what I hope to be the *&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="5"&gt;last&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;* exam I *&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;* have to sit for in IMU, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="5" face="Book Antiqua"&gt;“GOOD LUCK and Let’s enjoy what we have while we still have it!”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-2061869416205211624?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/2061869416205211624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=2061869416205211624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/2061869416205211624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/2061869416205211624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/04/re-vamping-in-progress.html' title='Re-vamping in progress'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-767035069372111496</id><published>2011-03-10T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T21:57:35.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its not that easy for me to say goodbye…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I should have been prepared. But I wasn’t.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now its too late, and I can only wish that I could turn back time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There is so much going on, and I don’t know what to do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I feel lost, although I know what I’m suppose to do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m not going to say that you left me too early, I would say it was your time to go, but unfortunately I wasn’t ready to say goodbye just yet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-767035069372111496?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/767035069372111496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=767035069372111496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/767035069372111496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/767035069372111496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-not-that-easy-for-me-to-say-goodbye.html' title='Its not that easy for me to say goodbye…'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-270548602230844175</id><published>2011-02-18T22:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T22:59:21.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tale of Hope and Optimism</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I’ve given up.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;There is no point in hope and optimism.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;There is only so much of disappointment a person can take.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;2010 was a rough year for me. I guess I used up all my optimism and positivity there.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;This was like the last straw.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Everyone has their own limit.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;There is only so much of shots you can take before you fall down.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Nothing is ever enough. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;They say follow your passion, pour your heart into it, and make sacrifices.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;That is what I did.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The fruit of my labour you ask?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="3"&gt;Is nothing what I expected.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Dreams, hope and optimism are for fools.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I was a fool.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;There is reality.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Period.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Nothing more.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The pain and frustration is something a few will understand. You need to feel it to know it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Those who don’t, they will never know. But they talk. Oh Yes, they talk.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt; A LOT&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;It still hurts thinking about it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Injustice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Nothing you can do about it. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Just live with it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Not something I like.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Maybe I was wrong to think what I thought.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-270548602230844175?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/270548602230844175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=270548602230844175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/270548602230844175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/270548602230844175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/02/tale-of-hope-and-optimism.html' title='The Tale of Hope and Optimism'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-3141670767936769054</id><published>2011-01-31T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T23:39:36.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We are &lt;strong&gt;*not*&lt;/strong&gt; perfect. &lt;font color="#00ff00" size="3"&gt;It is impossible for us to be perfect.&lt;/font&gt; So my question is, why are you constantly striving to be perfect? &lt;font color="#ff0000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe you’re a perfectionist, but that does not give you the right to insult another’s character.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;So what if I’m not like you?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;None of us are the same. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;We are different for a reason. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;If you want to be perfect, go ahead, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;self-destruct&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff" size="3"&gt;But I wonder, why are you so afraid of your own imperfections? Are you that insecure?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#800080" size="3" face="Eras Medium ITC"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~I do not seek perfection, I embrace my imperfections~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-3141670767936769054?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/3141670767936769054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=3141670767936769054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/3141670767936769054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/3141670767936769054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2011/01/perfect.html' title='Perfect'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-6362771726693559434</id><published>2010-12-31T19:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T19:04:23.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrapping up 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff" size="3"&gt;2010. A year which I’m *so* glad its gonna end in.. 5 hours time! =D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff" size="3"&gt;A lot of good memories were formed this year. Along side that, a lot of terrible/horrible/unpleasant things happened as well.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff" size="3"&gt;I’m grateful for all the good which happened to me this year.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff" size="3"&gt;2011, I hope u’ll be nicer than 2010.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff" size="3"&gt;Happy New Year everybody! =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-6362771726693559434?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/6362771726693559434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=6362771726693559434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/6362771726693559434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/6362771726693559434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/12/wrapping-up-2010.html' title='Wrapping up 2010!'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-2289995154868621760</id><published>2010-11-10T09:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T09:42:05.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tale of self mutilation/eating disorders and other problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Recently Demi Lovato was placed under the microscope due to an emotional breakdown and apparently she is rumoured to be seeking treatment in rehab for self mutilation and eating disorders. Demi just turned 18. Honestly, my heart goes out to the girl. I remember being a teen and having issues and dealing with them &lt;em&gt;without&lt;/em&gt; rehab and thank God, I survived this far. I think its smart of her to go to rehab this early and not turn out to be another LiLo or Brit. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Self mutilation is not something most people talk about. And those who have the tendency to self mutilate are usually seen as ‘weirdos’ or freaks. But I think the society is too quick to judge a person based on what they do. People do things for a reason, and it doesn’t necessary mean we understand it, but that does not give us the right to judge them. Maybe she was cutting her self ( if she was, that is) to numb the emotional pain. Emotional pain is something no one else can understand. People may say, “I know how you feel”, but they wont fully understand it because they don’t &lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FEEL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; it. Feeling it and thinking that you know how it feels are two different things. You will only truly understand what someone else is going through if you have been in their position before. If you haven’t, then you can only imagine it, not feel it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I think in this country, problems like eating disorders and so on among teens aren’t being highlighted. To most of us, it is just something we read about which the people in Hollywood are doing/ going through. And to some of us, we suffer in silence to avoid judgement from those who will never understand us. For the lucky ones, we find our way out by ourselves, for the unlucky ones, we succumb to the devastating end if nothing was done to pull us out of the situation we are in. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;I guess I was one of the lucky ones.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;At the end of the day, having a good support system and non-judgemental people around you is the best bet to get over any problem. Not all of us are blessed with that kind of a support system, for those without it, I think being mentally strong is the only way to get out it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;You can read about Demi &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sdentertainer.com/news/gossip-news-2/demi-lovato-enters-rehab/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;here.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-2289995154868621760?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/2289995154868621760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=2289995154868621760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/2289995154868621760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/2289995154868621760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/11/tale-of-self-mutilationeating-disorders.html' title='The tale of self mutilation/eating disorders and other problems'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-2319529732364002084</id><published>2010-10-24T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T23:24:25.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The teachings of semester 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Once upon a time, not too long ago, in semester 6, we were told to choose our semester 7 projects. Although that day feels like yesterday,it was actually quite some time back. I still remember going through the list of projects and finding so many interesting ones. Not knowing what to do, I decided to read further in detail for one of the projects, then I wanted to do that, unfortunately, there were limited places for what I wanted, hence, a chance I won’t get it. So I prepared Plan B, another project which seems interesting. Somehow, at the end of the day, I was torn between project A and B. Therefore I did what 99% of people will NEVER do (&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m that 1% who actually did it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;). &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;When in doubt, ask the dog! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I know you guys are going &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;“WHAAAAT??!!”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; right now, but hey, Paul the octopus wasn’t wrong you know! So yes, I asked &lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;Pumpkin the dog&lt;/font&gt;. I made her choose 1 of the two research projects and she did, and I blindly followed her choice. Call me crazy for following what a dog chose, but didn’t most of you believe in Paul? And by the way, Pumpkin has like an 80% accuracy in predicting exam questions, believe it or not, the nights before EOS, and I’m not sure what to read, I ask her to choose which lecture note to read, and usually, the ones she chooses comes out for essay questions. So yea, I have faith in my dog. :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Anyway, since I had already decided to follow Pumpkin’s decision, when I finally got my supervisors signature on that paper, I was in doubt. What if I was wrong to follow what a dog chose?? ( &lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;yes, i was using logic at that time&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) But anyhow, at that time, I couldn’t change my project even if I wanted to.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;So we proceeded to semester 7.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;In the beginning of the semester, I was to go to HKL with 2 of my batch mates whom I wasn’t as close to as I was to my normal clique. This was something new. This was outside of my comfort zone. Little did I know, that the experience I shared with them, the disappointment of not meeting the target patients for each day, the pain of standing from 8am-1.30pm and the pain of data collection would bring us closer to one another. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;In those gruelling hours of data collection, followed by stats analysis, did we learn more about each other. In those moments, we became closer and forged new bonds of friendship. We endured hardships which only we understood, and no one else. We knew the pain of making tables ( &lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;although it seems like something small right now, it was BLOODY annoying to do!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;). We figured things out together as we proceeded with our project, I guess you could say we became somewhat like the three musketeers or something but not exactly the “musketeer” thingy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;This semester is the semester where we had to figure things out for ourselves with guidance from our supervisors. This semester, I think I’ve learnt more than the previous 6 semesters combined. I’m not talking about academic stuffs, I’m talking about character and well, life lessons. Maybe I’ve learnt so much this semester more than the others because this semester, I was placed outside of my comfort zone. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;This semester, I’ve learnt that :&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;Things aren’t always what they seem to be&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;OK, so maybe I’ve learnt this before,but this semester, it reinforces it&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;2. &lt;font color="#ff0000" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anger, clouds your perception&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. ( learnt this &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; recently. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;an open apology to all of those affected by my outburst&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Didn’t mean to unload it on you. And to those &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080" size="4"&gt;GREAT&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; friends who stood by me and helped me go through it, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080" size="4"&gt;THANK YOU for being understanding.:)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; )&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;3. &lt;font color="#ff80ff" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Going in blind is sometimes the best way to learn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. This is my other way of saying, we learn best from our mistakes. Honestly, if I hadn’t made mistakes on my data analysis, I wouldn’t have to read further up on the issue, and I wouldn’t have learnt so much. Sometimes, having minimal guidance is way better. I now know how to do a proper data analysis.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;4. The strength of friendship was tested. All these semesters, I’ve been with the same bunch of people. This semester, I wasn’t. And what I realised is that &lt;font color="#ff8000" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;true friendship can last the test of time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; :) Those friendships which we re not meant to be, will wilt away as time progresses. Guess I now know who my true friends are! :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="4"&gt;Patience goes a &lt;em&gt;LONG&lt;/em&gt; way&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. There have been MANY times when I get frustrated with my work. I huff and I puff and I tell my self, keep going. You’ve done so much, giving up would be such a waste. Taking a deep breath and giving yourself that mental push helps you go further. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;6.Sometimes, we &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; all alone. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we have to quit whining and deal with it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;7. There is no point in depending on others to get your work done. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just do it yourself!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;8. &lt;font color="#00ff80" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being understanding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. There have been times where I was a spoilt brat, and people around me were understanding. And so I decided to learn from them, and be understanding as well. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;9. &lt;font color="#ff00ff" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being caring.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; This is something I learnt from the nurses at GHKL. I admire their patience, and they helped me define “caring”. I guess I did choose the right career path after all.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;10. &lt;font color="#ff0000" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not to be the germ-o-phobic girl!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; YES, you read right! I’m no longer afraid of germs/bacteria/viruses ect. I’ve been a germ-0-phobe all this while, and somehow, my stint at HKL kind of..deleted that from me. weird right?????&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;11.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt; Learning more about KL!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My dear Khai Mei and Huey Chin (both not from KL) took me ard KL and taught me more about how to use public transportation to get to my FAV malls!! :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;12. &lt;font color="#0000ff" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walking is fun!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Once again, credit goes to Khai Mei and Huey Chin for doing something to that “pampered princess” within me who would have probably cried her eyes out if made to do some walking. Walking from HKL to the LRT station – not something I would do, but I learnt how NOT to be princess about it. :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;All said and done, the semester is about to end. We are all moving ahead to semester 8. I’ll be heading off to Malacca, meaning this will be my first time staying away from home. Oh well, there is always a first for everything right?? I know its not going to be easy, and I know that there will be ALOT of challenges ahead, but I’m excited! I’m excited because once again ,like this semester, I’m moving out of my comfort zone. This means more opportunities to learn and grow. While people were complaining in why they got posted away from home, I was excited. :) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m excited to see what Malacca has to offer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-2319529732364002084?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/2319529732364002084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=2319529732364002084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/2319529732364002084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/2319529732364002084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/10/teachings-of-semester-7.html' title='The teachings of semester 7'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-4916686581532825901</id><published>2010-10-16T11:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T11:27:00.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyed and irritated'/><title type='text'>Frustration!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;My built-up frustration abt something is killing me from the inside.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;If tell people about it, they think I’m a selfish bitch, but those who are on the same boat as me will truly understand what I’m going through.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And FYI, this is NOT the first time it has happened to me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;My patience is wearing thin. One of these days, I might just give some people a piece of my mind.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-4916686581532825901?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/4916686581532825901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=4916686581532825901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/4916686581532825901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/4916686581532825901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/10/frustration.html' title='Frustration!'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-3656447048772260592</id><published>2010-10-01T11:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T11:02:24.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=.=”</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;People tend to say that girls cause drama, but in reality, guys are pretty good at it too!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;You see, there is this guy I know , and he is just a normal friend, the kind where you just say hi to, and chat a little to kill time and stuff but NOT a special friend. So recently, I haven’t been talking to him on FB, and most of the time I’m busy, and he is from a different country, so different time zone, hence I’m awake when he is asleep and vice versa, and suddenly, he sends an IM on FB and goes, “&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;I’ve been busy too you know, but at least I try to make time for you&lt;/font&gt;”. And then he goes offline. –.-“.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;OK.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;A. I never asked anyone to make time for me.&lt;em&gt; (Unless you are my really close friend, which in this case is not applicable).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;B. WTF??? Ur just a FRIEND. And if I’m busy, I’M BUSY. I’ll talk to you if I have the time! I don’t HAVE to make time for you! AND I’M NOT EVEN THAT CLOSE TO YOU.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And thanks to the “delete” button available on FB, someone has been deleted from&amp;#160; my friends list on FB. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;~The End~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Don’t get me wrong, I do value my friends. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But friends are suppose to be UNDERSTANDING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-3656447048772260592?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/3656447048772260592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=3656447048772260592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/3656447048772260592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/3656447048772260592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='=.=”'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-8923834688679764055</id><published>2010-09-20T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T22:55:00.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Emo Memo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Iris~&lt;/em&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Script MT Bold"&gt;And I'd give up forever to touch you      &lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that you feel me somehow       &lt;br /&gt;You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be       &lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to go home right now       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Script MT Bold"&gt;And all I can taste is this moment      &lt;br /&gt;And all I can breathe is your life       &lt;br /&gt;Cause sooner or later it's over       &lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to miss you tonight       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="Script MT Bold"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="6"&gt;And I don't want the world to see me &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="6"&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Script MT Bold"&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Script MT Bold"&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Script MT Bold"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="4"&gt;When everything's made to be broken            &lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am             &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming             &lt;br /&gt;Or the moment of truth in your lies             &lt;br /&gt;When everything seems like the movies&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Script MT Bold"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="4"&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Yeah you bleed just to know you’re alive&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-8923834688679764055?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/8923834688679764055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=8923834688679764055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/8923834688679764055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/8923834688679764055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/09/emo-memo.html' title='Emo Memo'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-672219748660370903</id><published>2010-09-02T16:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T16:17:03.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crocs Warehouse Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Today I decided to go to the crocs warehouse sale at Ikano Power Centre. I was so excited because I’m a DiGi user and I’ll get a RM10 voucher if I spend more than RM100 in a single receipt, PLUS, I have been wanting to buy their heels and their chequered flats. The papers said that only the first 500 customers&amp;#160; get 70% or something like that la..am not too sure.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;ANYWAY, I left my house at 10, went for brunch with my parents and then headed off to the 2nd floor. When I reached there, there was a line! Nevermindla, I thought, I’ll just line up and get in and buy what I want. And so I lined up for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="5"&gt;45 minutes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and when I got in, I was greeted by the RM30 pile, which was crocs for kids, and as I moved along, I came across more crocs for kids, and then I reached the adults side, and they had those big head crocs which weren’t what I wanted, and then &lt;em&gt;FINALLY&lt;/em&gt;, I saw one of the ladies one which I wanted!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;So I searched the pile and only came across orange and grey, so I asked the sales person there, &lt;em&gt;“ Do u have this in black?”&lt;/em&gt; and she said, &lt;em&gt;“ No, only grey and orange and only size 9 and 10”.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WTH??!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;A. They don’t have the colour I want&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;and&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;B. They don’t have my size!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;So I said thank you and kept moving. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And I saw nothing which I liked. And I left that crowded mad house. I spent 45 minutes queuing up for it and spent less than 15 minutes inside of it. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;When I told my mom about it she said, “That is why they call it warehouse sales.” –.-&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Go there only if you want to buy for your kids, or if you are a guy (cause they had loads for the guys) and for the girls, go there if your size is 9 or 10 or 4 and if&amp;#160; u like grey/orange/ bright pink. And the items there aren’t that cheap. The one I wanted, in the normal store would have cost me 120 or 130 I think, and here they were selling for 80 bucks. Yes, it’s cheaper, but it’s not what I want. And do go there early. It starts at 10am, I went there at 11 and queued up for 45 minutes. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And the thing which I don’t get is how these ppl can go in and buy SOOOO much! You would actually think that they were giving it away for free!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TH9dd5x-nvI/AAAAAAAAAOk/H5CrVYAP0a0/s1600-h/DSC01290%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="3"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC01290" border="0" alt="DSC01290" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TH9dfTwWL_I/AAAAAAAAAOo/_aPjO3novCM/DSC01290_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="342" height="258" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;This is like the quarter of the line. The rest were at the back.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope the book fest at KLCC wont be a disappointment as well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-672219748660370903?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/672219748660370903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=672219748660370903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/672219748660370903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/672219748660370903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/09/crocs-warehouse-sale.html' title='The Crocs Warehouse Sale'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/TH9dfTwWL_I/AAAAAAAAAOo/_aPjO3novCM/s72-c/DSC01290_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-8621681802535323544</id><published>2010-08-31T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T22:57:26.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;There is a cycle which I’m going through right now, and that cycle involves me reading something, changing/editing it, printing it, realising something is wrong, edit/fix it,print it,…and the cycle goes on.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I’m at the point where I’m hyperventilating right now. And I’m feeling frustrated!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;When will this end???????????????? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cannot tahan!!! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-8621681802535323544?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/8621681802535323544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=8621681802535323544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/8621681802535323544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/8621681802535323544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/08/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-1424927949825989978</id><published>2010-08-29T11:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T11:12:14.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyed and irritated'/><title type='text'>Pissed off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Verdana"&gt;If you’re going to do something or offer something, do it whole heartedly. Don’t piss me off by first saying no, and then saying yes, and then making me look like a bloody incapable idiot!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Verdana"&gt;If I want something, don’t stand in the way of me getting it, don’t try to interfere and give me problems. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="3" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="3" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m sick of you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-1424927949825989978?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/1424927949825989978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=1424927949825989978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/1424927949825989978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/1424927949825989978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/08/pissed-off.html' title='Pissed off!'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-8871925039473759960</id><published>2010-08-06T19:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T19:38:43.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Once upon a time I hardly trusted anyone and I judged everyone by their covers. But as I aged, I was proved over and over again that you can never judge a person by the way they look. So I decided to have a new perspective and not judge people. And somewhere along that line, I decided to trust people as well. Nothing wrong with not judging people and trusting them right?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#80ff00" size="5"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#80ff00" size="5"&gt;Wrong!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Fine, not &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOTALLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; wrong, its just wrong at the trust part.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Over the years I’ve decided to trust people, and I’ve been disappointed by a lot of people. Well, to think of it, I don’t think they disappointed me, I think I was the cause of my own disappointment. I placed so much trust and expectations in them only to be let down. Then was when I realised that you’re a much happier person when you don’t have expectations!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Trust. A tricky thing trust is. You trust someone initially, and then they go and do something, or their actions point out something, and then you lose your trust in them. And if there is a responsibility attached to that trust, it will suck. Trust me, because I’m speaking from experience here.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;When you trust a person with something, you will feel happy and secure. But when you find out later that that person is not someone to be trusted, your walls of security crumbles. It crumbles just like how a cookie would when you squash em’ in your fist. And once that security crumbles away, you’ll feel vulnerable, and insecure, and PISSED OFF at whoever that person is.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;To be honest, if you trusted that person blindly, then you shouldn’t be mad at them, you should be mad at yourself for giving away your trust so easily. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;Always make a person earn your trust.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;Never give it away blindly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;And never judge a person by the way they look. 99.9% of the time, things aren’t what they seem to be.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-8871925039473759960?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/8871925039473759960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=8871925039473759960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/8871925039473759960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/8871925039473759960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/08/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-5473916077007006870</id><published>2010-08-04T21:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T21:12:49.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I’ve had this song stuck in my head ever since I started watching Pretty Little Liars. =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;It is unfortunate that the finale is coming soon. But I shan’t be depressed for long because Gossip Girl, Vampire Diaries, Grey’s Anatomy and Supernatural is starting soon! :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Secret” – by The Pierces&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Monotype Corsiva"&gt;Got a secret        &lt;br /&gt;Can you keep it?         &lt;br /&gt;Swear this one you'll save         &lt;br /&gt;Better lock it, in your pocket         &lt;br /&gt;Taking this one to the grave         &lt;br /&gt;If I show you then I know you         &lt;br /&gt;Won't tell what I said         &lt;br /&gt;Cause two can keep a secret         &lt;br /&gt;If one of them is dead…         &lt;br /&gt;Why do you smile         &lt;br /&gt;Like you have told a secret         &lt;br /&gt;Now you're telling lies         &lt;br /&gt;Cause you're the one to keep it         &lt;br /&gt;But no one keeps a secret         &lt;br /&gt;No one keeps a secret         &lt;br /&gt;Why when we do our darkest deeds         &lt;br /&gt;Do we tell?         &lt;br /&gt;They burn in our brains         &lt;br /&gt;Become a living hell         &lt;br /&gt;Cause everyone tells         &lt;br /&gt;Everyone tells…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Monotype Corsiva"&gt;Yes two can keep a secret        &lt;br /&gt;If one of us is…. Dead.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-5473916077007006870?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/5473916077007006870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=5473916077007006870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/5473916077007006870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/5473916077007006870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/08/secret.html' title='Secret'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-7859556549074215561</id><published>2010-07-31T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T23:03:45.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;There is utter &lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chaos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; around me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Physically as well as psychologically. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I know I need to deal with it ASAP. But the thing is, every time I go &lt;em&gt;“ Tomorrow, I will do this and that and finish this”,&lt;/em&gt; someone or something will crop up and I have to deal with it/them and delay what I planned and at the end of the day, there is just accumulated chaos.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I’ve reached the peak of it. I can’t stand the amount of chaos and lack of organization in my life. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I look at my table and I hyperventilate.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I don’t heart messy tables, I heart organized tables.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I was out the whole day&amp;#160; and when I came back to write my thesis, I saw my table and got irritated. Its such a mood killer!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I was going to clean it up tomorrow, and then I get a call from someone and looks like I wont be free to clean up my table tomorrow. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I seriously wish I could just vanish and go MIA for a weekend just so that I can get my life and &lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;TABLE&lt;/font&gt; back in order.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And I also need a new book case. The old one is full and I have so many new books but no where to put them!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="5"&gt;I NEED ORGANIZATION IN MY LIFE ASAP.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="5"&gt;AND I NEED TO QUIT DELAYING STUFF!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-7859556549074215561?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/7859556549074215561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=7859556549074215561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/7859556549074215561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/7859556549074215561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/07/chaos.html' title='Chaos'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-854993786438938638</id><published>2010-07-30T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T00:03:24.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masquerade</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;You always think you know a person,and then, something happens which changes everything. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;This is applicable in relationships and friendships.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I guess people aren’t what they seem to be. I think people tend to masquerade in order to fit in. I don’t deny it, I masquerade as well, but not to fool people into thinking that I’m someone else, but to hide certain things to maintain my privacy. No matter what they tell you, if you confide in someone (unless that someone is trustworthy and you are extremely close to them), it is bound to get out. Maybe not immediately, but maybe 10 years down the road. Its human nature, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;don’t hate it, embrace it&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Which explains why I rarely tell people really personal stuff about myself. But that’s because I have trust issues. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I’m not going to talk about my trust issues, I’m going to talk about people.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Have you ever attempted to study a person before?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I’m not asking you to judge them, I’m saying &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;study&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; them&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;When you do so, you’ll realise certain characteristics about them, good and bad. You’ll also be able to predict their next move, and then you will realise how easy it is to understand people. Once you’ve studied them, you will have a rough idea about the way they think and their personality, and you can understand them better. Studying a person also helps you detect those who are masquerading and those who aren’t.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;But not all of us have the time and skill to study a person. When we get the masquerading people, we take time to understand them, and accept them and get to know them, until one day, they take their mask off and you see the real person behind the mask and realise that you’ve been fooled. That is when you get the shock therapy and go, &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;“ I never knew he/she was that kind of a person”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;You’ve been fooled to think that you knew them. You thought they were someone else, and it turns out that they weren’t.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I guess this happens a lot. And to most of us. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I think people should stop masquerading just to fit in. Because I think it is the same as lying and being fake. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000" size="4"&gt;Are you fake?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000" size="4"&gt;Are you a liar?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-854993786438938638?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/854993786438938638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=854993786438938638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/854993786438938638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/854993786438938638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/07/masquerade.html' title='Masquerade'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-5823989018253242236</id><published>2010-07-27T19:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T19:42:43.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;untitled&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There was silence and there was chivalry. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Its nice to know that chivalry is not dead.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;=) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-5823989018253242236?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/5823989018253242236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=5823989018253242236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/5823989018253242236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/5823989018253242236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/07/there-was-silence-and-there-was.html' title='&amp;lt;untitled&amp;gt;'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-3537822708713296840</id><published>2010-07-25T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T23:58:54.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our imperfections</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Nobody is perfect. We all have our flaws in character, some more than others. And there comes a time where you face a road-block because of your flaws,and you get freaking nervous! Honestly, I saw this coming. Nothing new.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;It’s just that I’ll have to stand there and face the judgement and comments and whatever else which comes with it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Its a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#800080" size="5"&gt;FLAW.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Don’t &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="5"&gt;JUDGE &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-3537822708713296840?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/3537822708713296840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=3537822708713296840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/3537822708713296840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/3537822708713296840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/07/our-imperfections.html' title='Our imperfections'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-3606652709615590285</id><published>2010-07-21T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T21:48:45.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#800000" size="3"&gt;Upset.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#000080" size="3"&gt;Frustrated.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size="3"&gt;Depressed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Sad.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#008080" size="3"&gt;Unprepared.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="3"&gt;Disappointed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="3"&gt;Stressed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff" size="3"&gt;Confused.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I just listed out my current emotions. All I want to do is curl up and cry my eyes out.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;No matter what they say, at the end of the day, you realise they can’t do much. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;At the end of the day, it is up to you. You realise that this is a solo journey, and passer-bys never stay long enough to share those emotions with you. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="5" face="Verdana"&gt;It’s.just.you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;They tell you they’ll be there&amp;#160; for you, but they wont. They just want to make you feel better for a brief second before allowing reality to set in. They say they care, but trust me, &lt;font color="#00ff00" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they only care about themselves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, and you are there just to entertain them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;They say they understand you, but inside &lt;font color="#00ffff" size="5"&gt;all they do is judge you.&lt;/font&gt; The only person who understands you is &lt;font color="#ff00ff" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So why bother?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Why bother to let them in?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Why bother to help them understand you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Why?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff40" size="5"&gt;Isn’t masquerading so much easier?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;You tell me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-3606652709615590285?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/3606652709615590285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=3606652709615590285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/3606652709615590285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/3606652709615590285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-6196750003653613338</id><published>2010-07-16T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:15:33.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why you should expect nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Expectations are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="5"&gt;bad.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;You anticipate something and when it doesn’t happen, you are &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shattered.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Or it could go the other way around, where people expect something from you and suddenly you feel pressured to live up to their expectations and when you don’t, you feel &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="5"&gt;bad&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :(&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Have you ever tried &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="5"&gt;NOT &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;having any expectations?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;When you don’t have any expectations, you will find that people around you are capable of &lt;font color="#00ff00" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;surprising &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;You might just surprise yourself as well.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Moral of the story, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;say no to expectations! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;=)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-6196750003653613338?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/6196750003653613338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=6196750003653613338' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/6196750003653613338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/6196750003653613338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-you-should-expect-nothing.html' title='Why you should expect nothing.'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-5587041973686193860</id><published>2010-07-09T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T23:22:11.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhaustion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Lack of sleep and too much of thinking makes me cranky. It is the end of the week, and I’ve been SUPER over worked this week. While others have been busy with their proposals, I was too..I was also busy with other things. And not to mention the lack of sleep! Definitely affected my productivity. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today was the worst! I desperately needed sleep to function properly today and I din get that sleep. :(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was practicing my presentation and it was literally like an outer-body experience. The one where you’re doing it on auto-pilot and have no idea what ur doing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Gosh. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Need.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sleep.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Good night!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-5587041973686193860?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/5587041973686193860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=5587041973686193860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/5587041973686193860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/5587041973686193860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/07/exhaustion.html' title='Exhaustion'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-2300550854027826882</id><published>2010-06-22T13:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T13:11:26.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, hello sem 7, didn’t realise that you’re here already.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Anybody took a look at the time table yet? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And to those who did take a look, do you feel the stress?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I mean, I peaked at the workload sheet and realised that we are prolly gonna start sem 8 really soon after sem 7 and that means the final, yes, &lt;em&gt;final &lt;/em&gt;semester before we graduate and move out into the harsh reality.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Gosh, how time flies.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I feel like it was only yesterday when I was done with sem 4 and I was thinking that I’m half way there. And here I am, shocked at how fast it all moved.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Half of me wants to run backwards, the other half is excited for what is to come. I think the reason why I want to run backwards is because I’m afraid of what lies ahead, but then again, since I’m aware of my “fear”, I can deal with it. I have another year left to deal with it and mentally prepare my self for the future.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And I’m also excited for the future because I think it is going to be challenging and I think it will be fun to see how I make it out there. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves now shall we?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I’m currently excited for sem 7 because this time around it is not the same as the old semesters where there’ll be just lectures/workshops/PSDs/ practicals/ etc. This semester is something new, and I’m excited! :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And to those haven’t heard it yet, Dr.Madhu has left IMU =(. I bumped into her yesterday. But Dr.Arjun is still around. =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-2300550854027826882?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/2300550854027826882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=2300550854027826882' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/2300550854027826882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/2300550854027826882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-hello-sem-7-didnt-realise-that-youre.html' title='Oh, hello sem 7, didn’t realise that you’re here already.'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-963345750139723316</id><published>2010-06-15T18:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T18:42:29.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That nagging feeling……</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I woke up today from a very weird dream. A dream that in a way I wished was reality and that I never woke up from. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I dreamt of my grandma. She was in a wheelchair and she was talking to me, and we were chatting. And when I woke up, I realised that I missed her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Most of you wouldn’t really know my grandma’s story. Well if you put together the time she’s spent living with my family, it would be around 18 years or so, on and off. So yea, it can be said that I was close to her. In 2006, she had a fall, fractured her leg, and became bed-ridden.Then a year later, in August 2007, just about a month after I entered IMU, she had a stroke. She then became what we call a ‘vegetable’. She can’t talk, can’t open her eyes, can’t eat, can’t move. Basically, it is like she’s having a very long nap.And she gets fed through a tube.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;A week before her stroke, I visited her and spent like 3 hours, just talking to her.I talk nonsense to my grandma and she still listens to me as if I’m sane. To date, she is the ONLY person who understands me when I speak Tamil.&lt;font color="#ff0080"&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Yes, I do speak Tamil, but I only do it to save my life because I suck at it,and if i do have to speak, i struggle,a LOT).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;So when I woke up from this dream, I wished that she was still able to talk to me, that she was around for me to practice my crappy Tamil on. I woke up today to realise that I miss my grandma. And I do have regrets. Remember when I said that she lived with my family and I most of her time? She did. And when I was a teen, I was a pain the ass. I was selfish. It wasn’t until she had a stroke when I realised I won’t be able to talk to her anymore.&lt;em&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/em&gt;I sometimes think back at the times when I was younger, and she would wanna talk to me, and I would just tell her that I’m busy or something, just so that I can do my own thing, and I don’t have to talk to her,or the time when it was just me and her at home and I would lock my self in the room and leave the TV on downstairs so that I don’t have to entertain her and I regret being that way to her. I guess I learnt my lesson the hard way. And yes, I already told you, I was a horrible person when I was a teen, a person I’m kind of ashamed of. &lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;But thank God I’ve changed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And I missed the fun times I shared with her. The times when me and my bro will tell her absolutely ridiculous stories, and she would believe it, or we thought she did. She knew we were talking nonsense and she played along to entertain us. I miss the times she would argue with my parents not to punish me when I did something naughty when I was a kid. She was always on my side. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I woke up today in tears, because I realised how I wasn’t grateful for the people and the things I had in my life when I did have them, and now, no matter what I do, there are something's which I can’t get back.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;But I am grateful for the 3 hours I spent talking to her the week before she had a stroke. I can still talk to her, but the it is just that she can’t talk back. I still sit by her bed and update her every time I visit her&amp;#160; because I don’t know if she can hear me or not, but if she can, I’m sure she’ll want to know what's going on.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I just really miss talking to her. It is not the same when the person you are talking to doesn’t answer back.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And the whole day, I just had that feeling in me. I really don’t know how to explain it, it is like a tooth ache, always there, not too painful to immobilise you, but it hurts and you want it to stop.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And as I said, I learnt my lesson the hard way. Ever since that day, I always spend more time with my parents,got rid of the attitude problem, and I hope to be a better person than who I was before. I’m now more grateful for the things I have.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t wanna&amp;#160; live in regret.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The moral of the story: Anyone out there who still doesn’t know how to appreciate what you have, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;LISTEN to me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and start cherishing them. Why? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because I said so and I’m always right!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;:p&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-963345750139723316?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/963345750139723316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=963345750139723316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/963345750139723316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/963345750139723316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/06/that-nagging-feeling.html' title='That nagging feeling……'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-7667815616069605577</id><published>2010-06-12T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T22:57:19.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mitch Albom Infatuation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;How many of you guys out there have read any book by Mitch Albom? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I’m a fan, a&lt;/font&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt; &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;HUGE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;font size="3"&gt;fan of his. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Have you read his books? They are mind blowing. &lt;em&gt;Literally&lt;/em&gt;. After reading his books, I’ll need time to breathe and digest whatever I’ve read because they are that powerful. His books are life changing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I’ve read all of his books; &lt;font color="#ff80ff"&gt;Tuesdays with Morrie, The Five People You Meet in Heaven, For One More Day, and Have a Little Faith.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;His books will make you think in a way you may not have thought before. It sheds light on things which you might have wondered about, but never really figured out. It might even change your life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;After reading The Five People You Meet in Heaven, &lt;font color="#ff0080"&gt;I wasn’t afraid of death anymore&lt;/font&gt;. Have a little Faith &lt;font color="#ff0080"&gt;opened my eyes to things around me which I have questioned before.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;All his books changed me for the better. They make me happy and they teach me how to be a better person. His books also taught me what’s important in life, what needs to be prioritised, and it made me scrutinise my own life-style and the way I think. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I can relate to his books, in more than one way. And I always re-read them because they bring me peace. In times when I’m super pissed, or when I’m depressed and am confused, I read his books. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I have my own demons to face everyday,and his books help me deal with them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="3"&gt;Thank God for Mitch Albom.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-7667815616069605577?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/7667815616069605577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=7667815616069605577' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/7667815616069605577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/7667815616069605577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-mitch-albom-infatuation.html' title='My Mitch Albom Infatuation'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-8770918876097271658</id><published>2010-06-10T18:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T18:05:21.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Retail Therapy Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Anitha, Radhika and I went shopping today! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Joanne was suppose to come but she was sick. :( Hope she gets well soon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I bought a top, a pair of flats, a pair of heels and some earrings.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I still don feel satisfied.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I need to shop again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This time, I’ll focus more on clothes, since I already have my shoes :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Shopping is so therapeutic! It removes all negativity from my soul. It makes me feel happy. Happy is good. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-8770918876097271658?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/8770918876097271658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=8770918876097271658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/8770918876097271658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/8770918876097271658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-retail-therapy-session.html' title='My Retail Therapy Session'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-2995100253661431422</id><published>2010-06-06T21:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T21:22:29.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Rollercoaster Emotions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Since the exams have ended and I’ve collected my results, till now, the best word to describe my emotions is: &lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;volatile.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;One minute I’m good, the next I’m not!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I’ve had my share of highs and lows, the joy and the frustration.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;The frustration.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I’ve been taking care of Pumpkin for 4 weeks now. She’s been sick. In the past 4 weeks it has been crazy. Some days her condition will improve, and some days it worsens. Today it worsened. She’s been limping around since morning and in order to minimise her movement, she decided to just sleep 24/7. She doesn’t want to eat or drink. Meaning I have to force food and water down her. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;If you are wondering what’s wrong with her, she’s having something the vet calls “tick fever”. And the irony of the WHOLE situation is that she has NO ticks, and there are no other dogs living in house which can infect her, meaning she must have contracted it from the Groomers. And usually, the chances of that happening is low, but it happened. *sigh*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;The Annoyance.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ok, I think everyone knows I dislike liars, I mean, who likes them? And one thing I don’t get is why people lie? And the best part of it all is that they continue lying TO YOUR FACE without realising that you know they are lying. SERIOUSLY, telling someone the truth is A MILLION times better than lying to their face. No matter how bad you THINK they are gonna react, it is still better than lying to them. Liars are so annoying!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The other thing which is annoying is promising someone something and cancelling it the very second before. Gosh! I feel like slapping these people!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;The Joy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I’ve been visiting a lot of people this holidays and they include friends, uncles, aunties,nieces, nephews… and the list goes on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;And I’ve been shopping! :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-2995100253661431422?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/2995100253661431422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=2995100253661431422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/2995100253661431422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/2995100253661431422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-rollercoaster-emotions.html' title='My Rollercoaster Emotions.'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-38956594824788763</id><published>2010-05-25T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T22:36:35.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New David Cook</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Ok. Some of you might already know that I’ve been in love with David Cook(DC) since he started on American Idol. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I’ve been loyal to DC all these years, (&lt;em&gt; &lt;font color="#800080"&gt;Adam Lambert does not count since he is gay&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) UNTIL NOW. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;My new DC is…………………………… (&lt;em&gt;drum roll please&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;LEE DEWYZE!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0S020v63ftLFncA_iKjzbkF/SIG=14272ag5t/EXP=1274883962/**http%3a//d.yimg.com/a/p/ap/20100525/capt.4ce2ff64dad3446ba05514375e223610-4ce2ff64dad3446ba05514375e223610-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="3"&gt;&lt;img title="View Full Size Image" alt="View Image" src="http://d.yimg.com/a/p/ap/20100525/capt.4ce2ff64dad3446ba05514375e223610-4ce2ff64dad3446ba05514375e223610-0.jpg" width="220" height="311" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;In case u think I’m being shallow, it was not his looks which made me switch from DC to this guy, it was this performance…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:7857a9b4-c4a1-4cf3-873a-4026aa7321cf" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Te42ioevqnI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Te42ioevqnI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I’m not being shallow OK! I think the guy is hot based on the way he sings, not the way he looks!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Fine, I think he is hot based on the way he looks when he sings, BUT the point IS, if I did not see his performance, I would still be in love with DC. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;So, I’m hoping this guy wins tomorrow! Honestly, Crystal totally rocks as well, but I’m in love with Lee. :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Go LEE!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;p/s: Special thanks to Kah Yee for introducing him to me. =p&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-38956594824788763?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/38956594824788763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=38956594824788763' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/38956594824788763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/38956594824788763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-new-david-cook.html' title='My New David Cook'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-1539605624207897716</id><published>2010-05-16T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T21:00:20.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Teacher’s Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Teachers/lecturers/parents or whatever else you call them, they all have the same meaning. They serve the same purpose.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;They are educators. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Patient, understanding, forgiving, selfless, optimistic people who actually care about us and make an effort to help us out and make sure we are on the right track. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;They plant seeds of knowledge and wisdom in our heads and hope that we grow and bloom into something better. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;They are the ones who sit by us and impart knowledge and wisdom into our short-sighted, foolish, rash minds and hope that we will become wiser. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;They are the ones who help us get up and walk again no matter how many times we fall down.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;They never give up on us.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The only thing they want in return is to see us succeed in our lives, and to see that their hard work actually paid off.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;They were the hands which have helped in moulding us into the individuals we are today. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;They were there when we were growing up and making mistakes, and they taught us how to learn from those mistakes and how to grow.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;They never judged us.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;They give us so much and rarely get anything in return, but they don’t complaint.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Happy Teacher’s Day to all the teachers out there. Thank you for being there for us when we needed you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-1539605624207897716?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/1539605624207897716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=1539605624207897716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/1539605624207897716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/1539605624207897716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-teachers-day.html' title='Happy Teacher’s Day.'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-7004642035564526612</id><published>2010-05-13T20:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T20:37:20.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love doing my elective!!!!!!! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Where do I start????&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ok, when they told me to pick an elective early this year, I decided I wanted to train at GSK Ampang. And that failed. So, I decided to go to my community pharmacy and learn stuff there. I THOUGHT it was going to be boring. I was SO wrong.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Let me tell you what I’ve done so far.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- Familiarised my self with the BP and Glucose measuring machines. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- Watched the pharmacist measure people’s BP and sugar, after which I was handed the task to measure the BP and Glucose AND counsel the patient on DM and HTN. ( when applicable laaa)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- Was taught how to use the uric acid and cholesterol measuring device&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- Was given the responsibility to measure BP, Glucose, Uric acid, and Cholesterol AND counsel the pts on the respective diseases. :D &lt;em&gt;without being supervised by the pharmacist!! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- Stood behind the counter, dispensed medication ( labelling and filling the prescription packet like in Sem 4) I was actually nervous when I was dispensing cause the pharmacist is actually garang, there was another diploma student training under him, and he scolded her when she dispensed the medication without labelling the packet. IN FRONT OF THE CUSTOMER. Thank GOD i wrote the label properly. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- Responded to symptoms!!! :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- Taught a patient how to use Spriva!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of Day 3 activities were done under the supervision of the pharmacist. Pharmacist was impressed with my knowledge!!! :D&lt;/em&gt; &lt;font size="1"&gt;(maybe he thinks i dunno anything, so when i could answer the questions, he was impressed. =.=”)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY 4 (TODAY!!!)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Attended the launching of NiQuitin.( NRT patch and lozenge by GSK).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- It was cool!!! Fine, so I’ve never been to a product launch before, but it WAS fun. It was held at 1 world hotel. We each received a goodie bag!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/S-vyX6aF0II/AAAAAAAAAN8/07sANzZDCrw/s1600-h/Image006%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="Image006" border="0" alt="Image006" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/S-vyYu3447I/AAAAAAAAAOA/pEGauHMCjmA/Image006_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="3"&gt;The Goodie Bag&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/S-vyZeMU-ZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/IGi_-xy_eaQ/s1600-h/Image009%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Image009" border="0" alt="Image009" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/S-vyacDS0RI/AAAAAAAAAOI/JRyE4aWbHxg/Image009_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/S-vybhnPgdI/AAAAAAAAAOM/lhienAHwClw/s1600-h/Image010%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Image010" border="0" alt="Image010" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/S-vyci0UYYI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/QSdwZPwbVR0/Image010_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The contents…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;(a) The big horlicks 3in1 cereal drink.( got 15/20 sachets in it i think)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;(b) Dequadin Pastilles&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;(c) A box of Panadol&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;(d) A Parker pen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/S-vydbuUOFI/AAAAAAAAAOU/bCIYH9L738c/s1600-h/Image011%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="Image011" border="0" alt="Image011" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/S-vyeYMb8AI/AAAAAAAAAOY/l_151nmTxUA/Image011_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The talk was great. It was abt NRT and all, and it was like a refresher course for me, since I’ve learnt it before. The fun part was when Prof Dr.Haniki, Head of Pharmacy Practice from IIUM or UIA started to talk because he was more focused on pharmacists and our role in NRT. He even taught us how to counsel effectively AND he was funny! :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And then there was the lucky draw. 3 Apple IPod shuffles were up for grabs.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Dr. Haniki was the the first to go up and pull a number. And the number fell down. =.=”. Then he picked it up and read, “ No.30!”. Then the emcee was scanning the name list and called out “Shamala”. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;:D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I WON!!!!!!!!! :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;They were giving 3 away, there was like 100++ of us there and I was the FIRST to win it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;:D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/S-vyfNadwpI/AAAAAAAAAOc/JS9VQ4tl5wU/s1600-h/Image014%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="Image014" border="0" alt="Image014" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/S-vyfq-xWMI/AAAAAAAAAOg/xnc3ybHEbqk/Image014_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And to think that I was planning on getting one this week. Now can spend the $$ on other things.. I need to shop! I just realised that I’ve forgotten to shop! *gasps*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And then we had makan, and then we went back to the pharmacy to work. More like being excited over the fact that I won la.. the whole pharmacy kecoh… :p&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;So, I rationalised the situation this way, I wanted to do my elective at GSK badly. And they ignored me. So in return, God made them give me an IPod! :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh, and I LOVE my elective! Did I already mention that?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I also met a pharmacist which just resigned after her 4 year compulsory service to join retail pharmacy and chatting with her was great. She told me what expect and all la.. it was very nice to talk to her, and she is from USM.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;By the way, all the pharmacists I met there are from USM, I think I was the only one from IMU. :(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m going to enjoy the rest of my day now… :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-7004642035564526612?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/7004642035564526612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=7004642035564526612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/7004642035564526612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/7004642035564526612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-doing-my-elective-d.html' title='I love doing my elective!!!!!!! :D'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/S-vyYu3447I/AAAAAAAAAOA/pEGauHMCjmA/s72-c/Image006_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-6989211553680016472</id><published>2010-05-04T11:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T11:27:07.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My darkest hour.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;April sucked. Seriously. It is like the month of deaths.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;My uncle passed away at 6.40 am on the 27th of April. I received the news at 7.45am on the same day as I was preparing for my CPK exam, which was at 9.00 am. God knows how I did my exam. All I know is that during the first hour of the exam, I was on auto-pilot mode. I had everything in my head and I was doing it by default. There was no thinking involved. Thank God I managed to get a hold of my head and started to focus on my paper. And I double checked the things I did on auto-pilot mode, and it didn’t seem wrong to me. Who knows if it is right in the first place. My MSK day wasn’t a happy one either. On Sunday afternoon I was told that my uncle had 24 hours left to live, and so I was already emotionally disturbed on Monday. So yea, I honestly don’t care about my exam. I want to pass it and get it over with. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;During the exam week, I kept regretting not going to see my uncle during the study break. I kept asking my self if this exam was worth missing my uncle. I honestly don’t know. Certain days during the exam week, I won’t freak out ( I usually do). In fact, the ENTIRE exam week was panic-attack free because I didn’t care anymore. I kept thinking, “Maybe I should’ve skipped exams for his funeral?”. But then again, the funeral was a Muslim one, meaning even if I went, I wouldn’t have been able to do much there. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;It was an emotionally taxing week for me. When I call my cousins up, after the exchange of hellos, I can only hear uncontrolled sobbings on the other end of the receiver. What made me feel even worse is the fact that my late uncle was asking for me and my brothers during his last days. I kept thinking that there would be more time after exams. But I guess he couldn’t wait for me and brother to finish our finals.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I went down to Ipoh after exams to see my aunt. It was an emotional visit. I met up with my cousins and they made the visit more bearable. We went makan-makan and all. I think I gained like 5 kilos over the weekend…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway, going back to why I call April the month of death, during the study break Joanne’s puppy died. Abby was just 3 months old. =(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;And on the last day of April, I woke up thinking, “ Today is the last day of April, what else is going to happen?”. And as I was preparing for my Toxico paper, I get a text from one my closest friends informing me that the grandmother had passed away early that morning. My friend and I are very close, practically like sisters. And she was having her finals this week. So yea, it was a bad time for her too. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;See, April indeed was a month of deaths.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I guess I have to bear the responsibility for my actions, and I have to live with the regret of not going to see my uncle. Don’t cry over spilt milk they say, just shut up and clean up the mess. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m hoping for a happier May.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-6989211553680016472?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/6989211553680016472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=6989211553680016472' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/6989211553680016472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/6989211553680016472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-darkest-hour.html' title='My darkest hour.'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-3272324627707540096</id><published>2010-03-30T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:44:13.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The lazy bug…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I’ve been bitten by the lazy bug! :(&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I attempted to read my notes yesterday, from the start of the day till the end, I was reading the same lecture! Every time I start to read the lecture, I yawn.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Today I told my self that I have to do better than yesterday, and so I did. Yesterday I failed to finish reading even 1 lecture, today I improved by completing 2 lectures in a day. Which is probably not much but compared to yesterday, I progressed! :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Tomorrow’s goal: Finish reading 6 lectures!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-3272324627707540096?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/3272324627707540096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=3272324627707540096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/3272324627707540096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/3272324627707540096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/03/lazy-bug.html' title='The lazy bug…'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-8095373300564145735</id><published>2010-03-28T22:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T22:23:54.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Wonderful Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I was suppose to study this weekend, but I kind of ended up going around KL. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I went to Mid Valley on Friday and bought 3 PAIRS of shoes!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;(they were having some sale).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Also, I bought a new bag from Bonita &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;(They were also having sales!!!!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;AND I went make up shopping, :D AND I went looking for pretty hair clips and while I was browsing through some of the clips, the salesgirl thought I was buying them cause I was getting married. =.=” &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Do I look 30???)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And then on Saturday my cousin and her hubby and my dear little nephew came down from Ipoh so I spent the whole day hanging out with them and going all around KL with them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;TODAY, we went out, AGAIN. And mind you my nephew is 3y.o, which means there was a lot of screaming and running around.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;So now, I am attempting to complete the workshop for tomorrow.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The weekend was gr8! :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-8095373300564145735?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/8095373300564145735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=8095373300564145735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/8095373300564145735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/8095373300564145735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-wonderful-weekend.html' title='What a Wonderful Weekend'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-4660733596870125599</id><published>2010-03-25T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:00:45.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Burning Question.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I have loads to ask, but I don’t know who to ask. I shall start asking the questions soon.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="6"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I NEED AN EXPLANATION.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="3"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-4660733596870125599?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/4660733596870125599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=4660733596870125599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/4660733596870125599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/4660733596870125599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/03/burning-question.html' title='The Burning Question.'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-3183916722880385070</id><published>2010-03-21T14:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T14:24:08.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No such thing as difficult!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;There is no such thing as difficult in life. I prefer to use &lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;complicated and time consuming but still do-able.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I’ve done a non-randomised non-clinical trial in my head and found that when a person uses the word difficult in conveying any message to someone else, the receiver of that message immediately has this thought that if something doesn’t work out, it is OK, cause it is difficult. I feel that the use of the word “difficult” has a very negative psychological impact on people. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;When I was in Form 4, I had to do Additional Mathematics and everyone was saying that it was extremely difficult and so on and so forth. So, even before I attempted the subject, I had already made up a conclusion in my head that if I do badly for this exam, it is OK, because it is difficult. Meaning that it is OK to not do well in it. But then, once I started to force my self to work on it and improve my Add maths skills, I found that it was kinda easy. And today, when I came across this pic, I could not have agreed more. :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vJdcdawjDY/RZlCLbdrpoI/AAAAAAAAAYo/75FR5faUDyw/s1600-h/mot43h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vJdcdawjDY/RZlCLbdrpoI/AAAAAAAAAYo/75FR5faUDyw/s400/mot43h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I got this pic from &lt;a href="http://cutehifi.blogspot.com/2007/01/motivational-wallpapers.html" target="_blank"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-3183916722880385070?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/3183916722880385070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=3183916722880385070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/3183916722880385070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/3183916722880385070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-such-thing-as-difficult.html' title='No such thing as difficult!'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vJdcdawjDY/RZlCLbdrpoI/AAAAAAAAAYo/75FR5faUDyw/s72-c/mot43h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-9023460946426391560</id><published>2010-03-17T21:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:17:07.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good listeners</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;The past couple of weeks, I’ve had my moments when I know I’ve screwed up and I start freaking out. Well, most of the time, I didn’t screw up big time, just some small little thing and I end up over analysing it and I end up freaking out. Sometimes, when we feel like we have lost all hope, or when we are afraid, people around can really do wonders. =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;A little reassurance can go a LONG way.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Thank you &lt;font color="#ff0000" size="5"&gt;Soo Siew Bing, Ai Xin, Sharon, Huey Chin, Khai Mei&lt;/font&gt; and the others who listened to my ramblings, calmed my nerves/imagination and reassured me. You guys are good listeners! :) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="6"&gt;Thank You&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="6"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-9023460946426391560?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/9023460946426391560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=9023460946426391560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/9023460946426391560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/9023460946426391560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-listeners.html' title='Good listeners'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-1735391843883186071</id><published>2010-03-05T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T22:05:10.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A post which you may not get.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Garamond"&gt;I had an epiphany today. I was just reflecting about my week, and somewhere from there I realised that I have grown! And I’m not talking physically. =.=”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Garamond"&gt;I’m talking about emotional and mental growth. And it happened so fast, I was like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;“o.m.g.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I was thinking about who I was back in college and suddenly, when I compared to who I am today, I realised that I’ve grown. I know this sounds weird, but the thing is, I’ve never really analysed myself in terms of emotional progress as well as mental progress. ( when I say mental progress, I’m referring to the way I think, not my intelligence)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Garamond"&gt;And after realising that I have, in certain ways, changed dramatically compared to who I was in 2006, I went &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Wow.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; When you analyse your self, and study how much you’ve grown, you would actually realise how much wiser you’ve gotten! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Garamond"&gt;I know this whole “me-realising-how-I've-grown” thing is weird, but it just pointed out another fact to me; I’m too caught up with my daily life that I never stopped to smell the roses, or in this case, reflect on myself.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="Garamond"&gt;And in the midst of seeing how much I’ve grown, I also came to realize, another thing : &lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Nothing is permanent&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Garamond"&gt;I realised that nothing in life is static, and most of the times, even when you are unaware, or when you think YOU are static, things are moving in a dynamic flow. You just don’t see them. This dynamic flow then affects you subconsciously and you are too caught up with you work, you don’t realise it, until one fine day when you decide to reflect on your self and you notice. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Garamond"&gt;Look at me now, I’m a BPharm student. Will I permanently be one? No. Although I will always be a student, I won’t always be a BPharm student. As people, we will constantly be changing and evolving and adapting ourselves depending on our situation. No matter how much, or how hard I wish that certain things never change, I know it will. If I keep telling myself otherwise, then I’m just fooling myself.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Garamond"&gt;The earlier you realise that you have to face reality, the more realistic you become, the more practical you become and the more sensible you become.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Garamond"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Garamond"&gt;Bottom line: &lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT IS TIME I ACCEPT THE FACT THAT I’VE GROWN UP AND I’M NO LONGER A TEENAGER AND THEREFORE, I SHOULD STOP ACTING LIKE ONE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~The End~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-1735391843883186071?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/1735391843883186071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=1735391843883186071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/1735391843883186071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/1735391843883186071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/03/post-which-you-may-not-get.html' title='A post which you may not get.'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-6122070116275007691</id><published>2010-03-01T20:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T20:36:13.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Theme Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;If you could have your own theme song, what would it be?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Mine would be ‘The Imperial March’, for those of you who have no idea how it sounds like, it sound like this:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; width: 425px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:d73d5790-07e2-43d4-b480-c98fe0830d3f" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-bzWSJG93P8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-bzWSJG93P8&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Yes, I’m kind of obsessed with Star Wars, NOT the latest ones but the older ones, episode 4,5 and 6. Those were awesome!!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-6122070116275007691?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/6122070116275007691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=6122070116275007691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/6122070116275007691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/6122070116275007691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/03/your-theme-song.html' title='Your Theme Song'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-9140964701949693682</id><published>2010-02-28T18:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T18:53:55.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AI season 9 : The Good &amp; The Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;American Idol is back!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;And as you all may already know, I am a total fan of AI. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;This time around season 9 has its good and bad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The Good:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1.&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Girls!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;This season, all the girls can sing amazingly well and I’m saying that the winner this season is going to be a girl. I already have my favourites.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;These are my favs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt=" " border="0" src="http://media.americanidol.com/photos/715/44547.jpg" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Katelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img alt=" " border="0" src="http://media.americanidol.com/photos/715/44577.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img alt=" " border="0" src="http://media.americanidol.com/photos/715/44582.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img alt=" " border="0" src="http://media.americanidol.com/photos/715/44552.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Haeley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;If I had to choose a favourite, it would be either Haeley or Katie. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt; Ellen DeGeneres!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; her! She brings a breathe of fresh air to the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img height="249" src="http://media.americanidol.com/judges_host/avatars/ellen_182x249.jpg" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="182" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The Bad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Kara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. OMG! She was barely tolerable last season and this season, she is just plain annoying. You want an example of a person who tries to hard, she is the perfect example! It is soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo bloody obvious that she is trying to be the new Paula. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;Note to Kara: BE YOUR SELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;2. The Boys. Admit it, this season, the boys suck! Maybe not all of them, but most of them. They should make it an all&amp;nbsp; girl top12 because it is not fair to put in guys who can’t really sing and eliminate girls who can just to fill up the space. TOTALLY UNFAIR! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I can’t wait for this Wednesday!! The girls are going to sing!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-9140964701949693682?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/9140964701949693682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=9140964701949693682' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/9140964701949693682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/9140964701949693682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/02/ai-season-9-good-bad.html' title='AI season 9 : The Good &amp;amp; The Bad'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-1444701091741997868</id><published>2010-02-25T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T22:01:57.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation of the day =)  25/02/2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Ms.ABC: Can you please pay attention?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Ms.XYZ: To what? So and So's bum-bum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-1444701091741997868?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/1444701091741997868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=1444701091741997868' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/1444701091741997868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/1444701091741997868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/02/conversation-of-day-25022010.html' title='Conversation of the day =)  25/02/2010'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-1285697505285308661</id><published>2010-02-24T20:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:17:34.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day!</title><content type='html'>Quote No.1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;Some one said this today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;" In male cockerels...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;Male cockerels??? Got female cockerels??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;Quote No. 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;Someone also said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;"Oligouria is glucose in urine".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;I thought it was decreased urine output???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;Enjoy CPK workshop guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-1285697505285308661?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/1285697505285308661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=1285697505285308661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/1285697505285308661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/1285697505285308661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/02/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day!'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-3657230847533167375</id><published>2010-02-20T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T20:16:44.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How 1 week of holidays just flashed by me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;I still remember when it was LAST Saturday and how I was looking forward for the week off. And now, the week is over and reality just settled upon me. I have stuff to do, and I need to get them done ASAP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;I was planning on getting most of my work done over the week but somehow, here I am. I did manage to get most of it done. I completed all my assignments, I think I have like 10% left. I was suppose to have used last week to catch up on studying but that plan somehow did not succeed. *sighs* Looks like I just have to cram it in during school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Has anyone realised the exceptionally high stack of CP1 notes which we have? And that CP1’s class test is in week 11? and next week is week 8???????????????????? *stresses out*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;And I just realised that next Thurs, I have a 5.15-6.15 class with SIA about skin &amp;amp; soft tissue infections which basically means he might be grilling the class abt antibiotics which, mind you, I have conveniently forgotten most of them. AND we have PBL that morning, and the day starts at 8.30am, and we have CPK workshop before his class. OMG!!!!! Can a day get any worse??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;I also noted that I have TWO CPK workshops next week. TWO. *HUGE sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;I now feel like slapping my self real hard for not studying much over the past week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Just thinking about the week ahead makes me stress out. At the rate that I’m going, I think that I’ll have HTN by 30! Maybe even 25!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-3657230847533167375?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/3657230847533167375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=3657230847533167375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/3657230847533167375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/3657230847533167375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-1-week-of-holidays-just-flashed-by.html' title='How 1 week of holidays just flashed by me..'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-8243266719949908443</id><published>2010-02-13T11:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T14:38:18.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you are fat, blame your parents!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was going through articles on Medscape when I came across one which was discussing obesity and I found this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“70% of variation in adiposity within the population is due to genetic factors”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My understanding of that statement is that 70% of the time, the amount of fat that you have differs from the people around you due to genetic factors, therefore, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;blame your parents if you are FAT! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And if you are too thin and can’t seem to put on weight, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;blame your parents!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-8243266719949908443?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/8243266719949908443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=8243266719949908443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/8243266719949908443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/8243266719949908443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-you-are-fat-blame-you-parents.html' title='If you are fat, blame your parents!'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-2800465135030174352</id><published>2010-02-12T16:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T16:59:19.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Layout!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Note the new layout! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-2800465135030174352?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/2800465135030174352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=2800465135030174352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/2800465135030174352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/2800465135030174352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-layout.html' title='The New Layout!'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-8431596499348195588</id><published>2010-02-11T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T16:49:56.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The CNY fever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;The CNY has finally hit everyone in the class! I honestly don’t know if it was the lecturer or the holiday fever which infected us, but today’s workshop was fun. And funny! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;I was totally surprised when Wei Wen passed this to me today, and it was from B107.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/S3QKbGmv5nI/AAAAAAAAANE/vfoxwaRA8o4/s1600-h/DSC01116%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC01116" border="0" height="310" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/S3QKb-7ObFI/AAAAAAAAANI/V_7W2OegNMI/DSC01116_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC01116" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/S3QKcTVlsXI/AAAAAAAAANM/kdfRwIKDcvA/s1600-h/DSC01113%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC01113" border="0" height="316" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/S3QKdISMvbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/9DFTxtTrx3k/DSC01113_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC01113" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Thank you guys! :) Really appreciate the oranges.( &lt;em&gt;Although I still don’t know who sent them&lt;/em&gt;). Some people might think that they are just oranges, but it is the thought that counts. This maybe one of the reasons why I’m so happy today. :D Thanks again! :) And the card is sooooooooooooooooooo pretty. Joanne took it and I’m gonna ask it back from her.. =p.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Talking about CNY, I can’t wait for tomorrow!!! The long awaited holidays will start and I have so much to do!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;No.1 on my list is…. to catch up on my sleep! :) [&lt;em&gt;seriously, 5-6 hours of sleep a day, 5 times a week is NOT good for you skin as well as for your eyes..you’ll end up with racoon eyes!&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;After that I have to go visiting. :) Must collect Angpow.. :p. After CNY, must finish research proposal, CPK and EBM. *sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I’m also gonna treat myself to some retail therapy. &lt;em&gt;(it has been so long since I last did it)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;This past week, most of my time in IMU have been spent hunting for the respective lecturers for certain modules, and I seriously think lecturers should have a GPS tracker on them so that the students can find them!!! OR, leave a message on their phones when we call. Sometimes, you go and call them like 10times in a day only to find out later that they are not in Uni. *sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Oh well, since the holidays are already here I shall just forget about Uni and Chill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gong Xi Fa Chai everyone! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I hope I got it right. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-8431596499348195588?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/8431596499348195588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=8431596499348195588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/8431596499348195588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/8431596499348195588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-fever.html' title='The CNY fever!'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/S3QKb-7ObFI/AAAAAAAAANI/V_7W2OegNMI/s72-c/DSC01116_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-4431029496823934037</id><published>2010-02-06T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T16:52:08.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression… :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Reasons why Sem 6 makes me depressed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;1.I have to study Cancer Chemo. Nothing wrong with it, it is just that every time I study a type of cancer, I think I’m gonna get it and die. (So yea, It depresses me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;2.I have to study diseases which tend to favour women than men. Example : SLE, MS, Osteoporosis… and the list goes on… And like I’ve mentioned above, I keep thinking that I’m gonna get it and DIE. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;3. Mogan told me something about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;sem 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; which made soooo UPSET. And that adds to the depression. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;4.I have a high pile notes &amp;amp; guided reading which I’m going through right now, and it stresses me out, and hence the depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;5. I’ve been drinking at least 3 cups of coffee on a daily basis for the past couple of weeks and I think I’m gonna get Osteoporosis, become infertile and reduce my immune system &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;also get kidney stones cause I’m also not drinking much water. (Did you know that coffee was capable of doing that to your body???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;But putting the depression aside, I have great reasons to smile about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: medium;"&gt;Reason No.1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;It has been more than&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;A MONTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;since I last shopped!&amp;nbsp; And to reward my self for doing so, I shall&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff80c0; font-size: large;"&gt;SHOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; during the CNY hols. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: medium;"&gt;Reason No. 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Although I have LOADS of assignments to do ,and I’ve been consuming caffeine to fuel me, I have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 MORE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;to complete!!! ( EBM and CPK) *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: medium;"&gt;Reason No. 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;The CNY hols are around the corner!!! That means 1 week off!!!!! *skips around*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: medium;"&gt;Reason No.4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I’m the editor of the Convo Mag and I realised that I’m working with an&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMAZING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;group of people!!! Seriously. They are a great bunch. Good to work with and responsible. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I’m also working on this very &lt;em&gt;looong &lt;/em&gt;post about all my friends, and part 1 just covers pre-school, primary school and secondary school. Although I’m almost done, I'm not sure if I’m gonna post it here because its kinda deep. I’m still thinking about it. AND I’ll be changing my blog template.AGAIN. I’m just not feeling it anymore..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-4431029496823934037?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/4431029496823934037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=4431029496823934037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/4431029496823934037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/4431029496823934037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/02/depression.html' title='Depression… :('/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-6100648283147806770</id><published>2010-01-22T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T16:53:15.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The week of Drama!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;4 weeks into Semester 6 and the drama has begun. I would say it came early this sem. Wasn’t expecting any drama to be honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;I started the week with a HUGE bang. I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( or should I say we?)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;were accused of something we didn’t do. Period. And now the dust has settled and everything is under the rug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;And then there was the hypocrite. And they wonder why I hate him. &lt;em&gt;Hey, he even admitted!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffaed7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Now that the week has ended, I shall embark on my dearly beloved portfolio, CTT project and the proposal. Oh, and not to forget, the high stack of notes and guided reading stuff&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;*sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;I just realised I haven’t finalised my elective. Oh crap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffaed7; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;This week was not all bad. There were some fun moments, especially during the CC stability and compatibility workshop&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;*winks&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;It is sometimes a breath of fresh air to know that someone actually agrees with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;I’m off to do some tweaking to my portfolio, as Dr.Pauline said in her lecture &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; The most important part in publishing is edit, edit and EDIT!” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Although I know my portfolio isn’t going to be published, I still have to edit it because it is 10%. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note to all : Please practice what you preach. Thank You.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-6100648283147806770?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/6100648283147806770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=6100648283147806770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/6100648283147806770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/6100648283147806770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/01/week-of-drama.html' title='The week of Drama!'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-4303159812101111284</id><published>2010-01-18T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:30:25.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you do when it wasn’t you, but they said it was? And there is no one to stand up for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-4303159812101111284?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/4303159812101111284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=4303159812101111284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/4303159812101111284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/4303159812101111284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-do-you-do.html' title='What do you do?'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-2955742794324550075</id><published>2010-01-08T20:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T20:55:59.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices,choices,choices..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;This week has indeed been a week filled with us making decisions and choosing something over another.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;I feel the need to point out something here, the fact that I hate making decisions. I’m a fickle minded person. And choosing a research project is not like deciding on what to eat. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;NOTE TO SELF: NEVER open other research proposals once you’ve kind of made up your mind, because you’ll end up confused. Like me.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;All I had to do is open ONE, just ONE other proposal and I found it interesting and the next thing I know, I’m all confused.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;But then I knew I had to make a choice, and I made one. I was kind of sad when I got my paper signed by my supervisor. I don’t know why, but I think it is the hormones. And this may sound weird, but I was totally happy and back to normal after a couple of hours. I know.. &lt;em&gt;weird.. &lt;/em&gt;I think I have emo issues..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Another decision which had to be made by the end of the week was my elective choice, Singapore or the industry?? I’ve not confirmed, but I have pretty much made up my mind on which to do. And that is the one which is going to teach me the most. :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;On a different note, I have no idea on what to watch tomorrow!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Alvin and the Chipmunks 2 or the Imaginarium of Dr.Parnassus.( if I spelt it right)???&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;No IDEA!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;I’ll be going out tomorrow, let's see if I can refrain from shopping..*fingers crossed*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-2955742794324550075?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/2955742794324550075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=2955742794324550075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/2955742794324550075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/2955742794324550075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/01/choiceschoiceschoices.html' title='Choices,choices,choices..'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-8899426446918337733</id><published>2010-01-03T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T16:57:01.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How well I have stuck to my NY’s resolution…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Honestly, the title of this post should be how I miserably failed to stick to my resolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;3 days into 2010 and I’m already not following my No.1 resolution, which was to shop less. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff80ff; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;But you see, for a recovering shopaholic, we can’t simply stop buying stuff, it has to be done in stages, you know like how they do the Methadone replacement therapy. You have to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;TAPER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;down the dose..so I’m&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;TAPERING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;down my shopping&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff80ff; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Yesterday, I went out and bought a pair of flats..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;JUST ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. And in case you forgot, one of my other resolution was to buy more flats and less heels right?? So I did accomplish something!! :D { I know that buying 1 pair of flats does not count, but it is a start never the less } And I only bought it because this sem there will be like 3 days of hospital attachment and I don’t have a proper shoe and so I got one. See, I didn’t aimlessly spend money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;And then there was today. I teman my parents to shop and ended up shopping! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff80ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Well, it is not like it was entirely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;MY FAULT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I didn’t even want to buy anything!! But then, I was walking around the clothes area, and then I saw this top and mind you I was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;LOOKING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;at it without any intention of buying it and then the salesgirl came over and asked me to try, and I said “ &lt;em&gt;Nevermindla, I’m just looking around&lt;/em&gt;”, and she said “ &lt;em&gt;Try only what! Come,come, try this.&lt;/em&gt;.”, and the next thing I knew, I was queuing up to enter the fitting room with 12&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt; yes 12 different tops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #ff80ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;which mind you I did &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;choose at &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ok, fine, I did choose &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but the rest were just handed to me by the salesgirl! In fact, saying that she handed them to me is an understatement! She&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PILED&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;them on me!!!! I was in a state of shock, so I just went with the flow. =p. She said today was the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAST DAY OF THE SALES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;and that I should try on the clothes and see if I like any. I was like so blur, I didn’t even know what hit me. So yea, I kinda bought a few things.. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff80ff; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;After that I went to look for my papa and he was at one of those sports shops and he said “ &lt;em&gt;You don’t have decent sport shoe so why don’t you get one here?”&lt;/em&gt; And I was&amp;nbsp; like, “&lt;em&gt;I don’t really need one now&lt;/em&gt;..” and my mom had to add, “&lt;em&gt;Your old one is so old, just get a new one&lt;/em&gt;”. And then I was suddenly shopping for walking shoes. Oh, and walking shoes/sports shoes are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;BORING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I mean, there is nothing nice about them!!! It’s not like the shoes you get from Lewre and all, these ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BORING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;shoes!! For once, I was not as enthusiastic as I would normally be when I shop for shoes. I did however end up with one very girly shoe which was a mixture of purple and pink. :) Sports shoes are sooooooo masculine, it makes me not want to wear them. At least I found a girly one which I’ll enjoy wearing. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Now that I’m home and I’ve done going through whatever I bought, I’m actually happy with what I bought. It was kinda refreshing to get out and buy stuff. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Bottom line, if you are a recovering shopaholic who wishes to stop being such an impulsive shopper, you should:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;(a) Not go shopping with your parents even if you told your self before leaving the house that you’re not going to buy anything and even if it is only to accompany them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;(b) Stay away from salesgirls. They can be very persuasive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff80ff; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;And before all you go&amp;nbsp; ‘&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tsk,tsk,tsk’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and shake your head disapprovingly at what I have done, note that I’m taking baby steps people&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;BABY STEPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;!! And soon, I’ll be good. :) Come on, it is only the 3rd day of 2010!! And they were having sales!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff80ff; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-8899426446918337733?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/8899426446918337733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=8899426446918337733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/8899426446918337733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/8899426446918337733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-well-i-have-stuck-to-my-nys.html' title='How well I have stuck to my NY’s resolution…'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-4834381729153267078</id><published>2010-01-02T14:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T16:57:41.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idealism..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;I was reading this article in RD yesterday about idealism vs realism and it just hit me, I’m transitioning from an idealist to a realist. And that is not a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;That article reminded me a lot of the person I used to be. I used think that I was invincible. I used to think that nothing is impossible. I used to be carefree and didn’t really care of the things around me. I always thought that I could reach up high and achieve anything I set my mind on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;And now, I’m being more realistic. And I don’t like the realistic part of me, I want the Idealist part of me back! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;I totally rock when I was an Idealist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Being realistic and practical totally sucks! Maybe it is because reality sucks. Maybe it is because being realistic means I have to be more responsible. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;I’m adding another resolution to my New Year’s resolution, and it is to be more of an Idealist than the practical, realistic person I am now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff80ff; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: medium;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-4834381729153267078?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/4834381729153267078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=4834381729153267078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/4834381729153267078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/4834381729153267078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2010/01/idealism.html' title='Idealism..'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-1808113233807565521</id><published>2009-12-31T17:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:08:08.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year’s Eve =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff80ff"&gt;Today is new year’s eve! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff80ff"&gt;Less than 7 hours to go before we enter 2010. Yay!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff80ff"&gt;Jo came back to Uni today, and she came bearing gifts for me and chocolates for us all!! =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/Szxp6Y_mbrI/AAAAAAAAAMw/2jjb55CQ3Sw/s1600-h/DSC01023%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff80ff"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC01023" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="240" alt="DSC01023" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/Szxp7j6kI9I/AAAAAAAAAM0/Q6_0HXJoDtA/DSC01023_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#ff80ff"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff80ff"&gt;My bday gift from Jo.. The pic is a bit blurry, dunno why..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/Szxp8Z2g2BI/AAAAAAAAAM4/FReVYneHCTE/s1600-h/DSC01021%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff80ff"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC01021" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="238" alt="DSC01021" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/Szxp9y9Ql9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/wRvQ6D7KnYs/DSC01021_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="315" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#ff80ff"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff80ff"&gt;The chocs! =) There was more but it ended up in our tummies! =p&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff80ff"&gt;Happy New Year guys!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff80ff"&gt;Hope 2010 brings us more fun and joy than 2009!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-1808113233807565521?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/1808113233807565521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=1808113233807565521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/1808113233807565521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/1808113233807565521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-years-eve.html' title='New Year’s Eve =)'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jA154F4cK4A/Szxp7j6kI9I/AAAAAAAAAM0/Q6_0HXJoDtA/s72-c/DSC01023_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-9139364526746180387</id><published>2009-12-27T16:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T16:30:59.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the New Year is here….again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#80ffff" size="3"&gt;Here we are again at that time of the year where people are all excited for the new year and they start making new year resolutions, and have great hopes for 2010. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#80ffff" size="3"&gt;I usually don’t make new year’s resolution cause most of the time, it is forgotten by the second week of January.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#80ffff" size="3"&gt;However, this year, I decided to make a list of resolutions and (hopefully) stick to them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#80ffff" size="3"&gt;Oh, and please don’t laugh when you see what’s no.1 on the list..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#b56aff" size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#b56aff" size="4"&gt;New Year’s Resolution&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff80ff" size="3"&gt;1. Shop less. Yes, you saw right. Shop &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. :( I’m currently planning on shopping like once every 2 months or so :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff80ff" size="3"&gt;2. Be more thankful for what I have.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff80ff" size="3"&gt;3. Start buying more flats and less high heels.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff80ff" size="3"&gt;4. Be more responsible.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff80ff" size="3"&gt;5. Start saving $$.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff80ff" size="3"&gt;6. Add more colours to my wardrobe.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff80ff" size="3"&gt;7. Focus more on the big things in life and not the tiny things.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff80ff" size="3"&gt;8. Adopt a healthy lifestyle.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#80ffff" size="3"&gt;And there you go! My new year’s resolution for 2010! :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#80ffff" size="3"&gt;I’m hoping to achieve half of what is on the list, so good luck to me! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#80ffff" size="3"&gt;Happy New Year guys!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="6"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-9139364526746180387?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/9139364526746180387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=9139364526746180387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/9139364526746180387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/9139364526746180387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-new-year-is-hereagain.html' title='And the New Year is here….again..'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531997452550966614.post-1575032368633113334</id><published>2009-12-23T14:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T14:25:56.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A post all women/girls should read</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff80ff" size="3"&gt;Someone just got home from the hospital because someone went to get vaccinated against cervical cancer.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff80ff" size="3"&gt;The gynae was a fun lady. She gave me a lecture before giving me the jab.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff80ff" size="3"&gt;The contents of that lecture included the following:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff80ff" size="3"&gt;1. She told me to ask/inform all my girlfriends to get vaccinated against cervical cancer.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff80ff" size="3"&gt;2. She reminded me that after a certain age, women have to go for their annual pap smear and that it is IMPORTANT. Some of her patients whom have already been given this advise usually show up 5/6 years later after the cancer has progressed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff80ff" size="3"&gt;3. Cervical cancer is the ONLY cancer which can be prevented. But getting the vaccine doesn’t mean that you’ll never get it. Regular check up is still important.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff80ff" size="3"&gt;4. Monthly self breast examination is IMPORTANT.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff80ff" size="3"&gt;5. She said MOST women who come to her claim they examine their breasts every month, but when she asks to demonstrate, most of them do it wrongly. She said the technique is IMPORTANT.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://women.webmd.com/healthtool-self-breast-exam" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Click here to learn how&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#ff80ff" size="3"&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff80ff" size="3"&gt;6. Early detection saves you a lot of trouble.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff80ff" size="3"&gt;7.&amp;#160; She told me to study hard and wished me luck for sem 6. :p&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff80ff" size="3"&gt;For more on the cervical cancer vaccine,&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gardasil.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;click here&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#ff80ff" size="3"&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531997452550966614-1575032368633113334?l=mentalstatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/feeds/1575032368633113334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531997452550966614&amp;postID=1575032368633113334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/1575032368633113334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531997452550966614/posts/default/1575032368633113334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalstatus.blogspot.com/2009/12/post-all-womengirls-should-read.html' title='A post all women/girls should read'/><author><name>Shamala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148339129131032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivl9WrK_Ofs/Tig1IzWjLxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MC_bfswtlEk/s220/215858_10150152443885592_721680591_6767358_2477998_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
