What Would You Do?

I’ve a question.

What would you do if your boyfriend hung out with a girl you hated?

This question was in my head and I’m curious to get some feedback from the lot of you.

(Don’t worry dear, this has nothing to do with us:P)

I cannot stand people who stick to other people’s girlfriend/boyfriend like a leech.

It’s like, the person is already attached. So please respect the person’s other half and maintain a little bit of space. No more excessive personal favours(“Can you please buy a packet of sanitary pad for me when you’re out?”), no more ferrying you around like YOU’RE the girlfriend(or boyfriend), no more acting like you’re the closest thing to her when her boyfriend is standing behind you seething in anger.

Of course this applies to guys who are too close to attached girls and vice versa.

But that’s just a little rant. Which is in line to the topic of the question that I’m about to ask.

There will be a few different situations when it comes to the topic of your other half hanging out with a person of your own sex that you hate.

But I’ll be using females in this context because the female vengeance is stronger than anything in this world. So I can so totally relate to that. 😛

Right. We’ll be leaving out ex-girlfriends and romantic interests okay? That means the boyfriend is not cheating on you, this battle is just between you and his female friend. That you hate. It’ll be a whole different story if it revolves around a girl that you like. Because then you’ll trust the girl AND your boyfriend.

Question 1

There will be the girl that you hate from rumours and gossips and maybe some personal experiences and she happens to be your boyfriend’s classmate/mutual friend’s friend etc. They are on good terms and occasionally meet up. As friends.

What would you do?

Question 2

There is the girl that your boyfriend has known for years but you can never get around to liking her. They still occasionally hang out and meet up for lunch. Purely as friends.

What would you do?

Question 3

There is the girl that you hate that likes your boyfriend(but he doesn’t feel the same way. For fear of his precious life and because he loves you very much.) They meet up on friendly terms. Just as friends. Many many many times.

What would you do?
(I know I’d scratch her eyeballs out and tattoo, “Stay away, bitch!!” on her bum. I’d probably end up in jail. But it would be so worth it.)

Question 4

There is the girl that you’ve liked but recently started hating because of something she did to you. She was good friends with your boyfriend before. They hang out. As friends.

What would you do?

Question 5

Alright, I’ve changed my mind. I’d like to hear angry rants about horrible exes. Always up for juicy gossips. *rubs palms in glee*

Guys, if you feel like you’d like to have a say, substitute the appropriate genders into the questions. Or you can also defend your kind. 😛

Before you all jump to conclusions, these are really NOT personal experiences. Just what I’ve heard and seen and ..er.. created in the realms of my exam-pressured mind.

Edited at 5am: Of course we have to trust our other halves to make a relationship work. But I’m not talking about whether the girl will steal your boyfriend away. I believe “trust” and purely “just don’t like!!” are two different entities. You just don’t want the girl that you hate(and there are many levels to this) to be in the company of your boyfriend.

*taps head* Mm, maybe I don’t make sense. But I hope some of you can comprehend that it’s not about trust. More about that “UGhhhhhhh….” feeling. The feeling that you want to pound something with your fists when you can’t stand a particular person.

The Very Random End Of Year Two Post

Note: I’ve only just clicked on the Nike Ad below this post. I know, quite stupid right. Put ad on my own blog also never layan myself..:P But i’ve just clicked on it and I quite like the comic strips! Very nicely drawn. 🙂 Reminds me of the big boys who used to play football in the playground when I was a kid sitting on the swings back in the 90s. So proud of Nuffnang.. they’ve reached all the big boys. My eyeballs nearly popped out when I received notification that a FireFly ad was coming up on my blog. What big players will they have on board next? 🙂

I should have written this post on the day of the last class of Year 2. It was no different from all the other days I spent in lectures, early in the morning with a bag of Nescafe ais bungkus in hand, dozing off as the lecturers start to speak. Waking up just in time to scribble some more notes. But don’t worry, I absorb best when I’m studying in my own time. No uncontrollable comatose moments when I’m in my own room in study mode. I’m more of a work-at-home type of person. 😛

Year 2 just whizzed by like that. It was only yesterday that I remember starting year 2, coming back into the course all grateful and happy that once again, I’m blessed with the opportunity to resume my studies. I was so worried about having to repeat year1 because I failed my biochemistry paper.. but that was settled when I passed the resit paper.

Once again my finals are looming. No it’s not even looming, it’s sitting on top of me, oily backside and everything, smothering me. It’s only in like ..slightly more than 10 days’ time. I know, I’m screwed. But definitely not as screwed as my sleeping hours.

I thought things were bad when I only went to bed at 5/6am.

Yesterday was an all time record. I was still studying at 8am. Only went to bed right after that and trying to sleep amidst the sounds of children laughing in school buses, birds chirping and gurgling(the pigeons ya) by my window, mothers washing the pots and pans… so bising. I woke up at 3.30pm though. Haha. I really wanted to skip lunch since it was so near dinner time.
I know this might sound a little strange. Is it weird to like the sound of the morning muslim prayers? The one that they play at 5.45am? Maybe it makes me nostalgic, reminiscing about national service.(I don’t miss the batons hitting on my metal bed frame at 5.30am to “BANGUN, BANGUN!!” though. Just miss those early morning baths and the squatting down at the assembly area where I would sleep for a few more minutes..). It’s just so soothing.. the distant sound of a man’s voice echoing throughout the neighbourhood, bouncing between the walls of corner houses. A loud lone and hollow voice in the morning darkness. It makes me realize that only in Malaysia, that all these races can just live together and have the morning prayers of another faith to be part of our everyday life.

That’s one of the things I look forward to just before my bed time. 🙂 Sun rise, and I’m down.

As I’m typing this, a sudden chorus of happy birthday floats through my window into my room. I think it was a surprise party somewhere down the road. There were no party noises just before this. When the song ended, the group of people cheered and ended with a crescendo.

Yet you accept it. Birthday noises and azan prayers floating through the still of the night. Please read Cecilia Ahern’s latest book A Place Called Here. She ends up in a place where all missing things goes. Not just items, but sounds and scents too. 🙂 That’s how those noises seemed to me. So normal, just floating in.

I wanted to do a little recap about year 2 but the only thing I can properly recall is the many times that we would lament while stopping at the traffic lights back from lunch and wondering why year 2 was going by so fast. We barely had time to breathe. It was exams after exams. Wham, wham, wham. Oh how we slogged.

I wouldn’t rave about how happy I’ve been in year two because it’s not exactly a whole lot of fun. But the feeling of seeing all these dental related things for the first time, the excitement I got when I touched the hand piece for the first time, the ability to discuss about art and science together in one breath….it all happened this year.

If year two can happen this fast… *eyes cast down with bashful smile*, I just can’t wait for the next three years to fly by.

And of course, here are so many photos that I never got to post up in the past few weeks of painful revision:-

For partial dentures, we had to bend wires to make the clasps.

I must say, I was pretty okay with it. Although most of us ended with many wire imprints on our thumbs. Very painful too.

Lie Yuen in full concentration mode.

And that’s where your clasp goes. It would be attached to the base later on!

Sometimes being a dental student is great too. You can even ask the dental technologist lecturer to help you fix your earring.

Here we are, learning how to take impressions from a stone model.

There shouldn’t be a void though!

That’s alginate powder!

And the instruments that you will be using with it.

It’s very kancheong to mix the alginate and the water together because it sets so fast and ends up so solid that you can’t even use it to take an impression anymore.

Just three scoops.

Upon adding 40ml, stir the mixture in a figure of eight motion. We have to do it really fast and must be careful that we do not trap anymore air bubbles into it.

Me and my tak jadi impression. It’s so embarrassing that I didn’t even take a photo of the end product. Horrid torn thing.

Like melted sugus. Mmmm.

This is how Andy tries to stop our car when he wants to tell us something.

One of the last few simulation practicals, we had to try to rebuild an entire cusp. Say for instance in the case of a fractured cusps. As in the whole thing chips off due to an accident.

Smoothing out the surface.

We had to make a hole to insert a pin. This is technique is called amalgam pin retention.

And here’s the pin.. Tough little thing to bend.

My very ugly under filled effort in rebuilding a cusp. There are some lame attempts to carve out some fissures too. :\ Very upsetting.

Next up, a class IV cavity. Like when your kid falls down at the playground, that kind of accident.

I really liked the look of my composite restoration from the back.

The front part is so so, just not that smooth. I LOVE USING THE MYLAR STRIP to smoothen the surface down though while activating with the light cure unit! Mmmmm…. I want to do it again and again and again… *deranged look on face*

That’s a mylar strip around a premolar with a mesial occlusal distal cavity.
The coloured wooden wedge is to adapt the mylar strip to the tooth so that your restoration turns out like how it should.

And here’s the base for the elastomer. Also for impression taking purposes.

The catalyst. Not gonna bother explaining how it works. (actually because haven’t finish studying this chapter..hohoho)

I so need one for my toothpastes. This is another kind of impression material.

You gotta love the colours. Reminds me of my childhood.

Not a booger.

The point is to get a homogeneous mixture.

And then when it’s all nice and teal, get it onto a stock metal impression tray.

It becomes rubbery.

Here you go!

Oh, that’s my finished partial dentures. Well, it’s still in the wax stage. Since we’ve done the whole flasking and packing thing with complete dentures before, we didn’t need to waste anymore time by doing it again for partial dentures.

It’s okay… so-so.

The back of it.

And here are some photos of my new campus!

Beautiful scenic road heading up to the foothills of Gunung Jerai. Which is also where the new campus is located.

Beautiful clouds, swwweeeet architecture.

We’re lovin’ it!

That’s the administration building and the park in the middle. I foresee many Hari Kantin and Hari Keluargas…well at least the university equivalent of it..which can be held at the park. Great big pavements for many many stalls!

See what i’m saying?

Hello, it’s the sun that’s why I’m smiling so weirdly. Also because stressing for exams, long time never practice smiling.

The medical faculty. The side of it.

The inside of the library. Yes, three full floors of library.

Lie Yuen reading a notice outside the big glass doors leading into the main library floor.

A well lit vast space!

They’ve yet to transfer all the books over from the old campus though.

Me, mock shock.

Imagine, studying there with all your books and beautiful surroundings right in front of you with a floor to ceiling window.

Looking down, not believing it.

Again, mock shocking about the existence of a lift in the LIBRARY. We were in the lift by the way!

Looking hopefully at part of the new campus in the distance.


Mmmm. I do wish there’ll be a lift inside.

And this is part of the cafeteria.

It’s bigger than it looks.

See, the canteen staff are really hygienic too.

We then drove around to check out the staff’s residential area. These houses would be allocated to senior lecturers.

And the hostels for the rest of the staff!

On Thursday(last week), we had CPR classes in the new campus.

Fuwah, look at how their lab coats flap in the wind.

That’s our juniors waving from a distant. Since they are still doing medicine subjects, they have their classes in the new campus where all the other first year courses facilities are located.

Lie Yuen checking out the big interior.

And this is one of the lecture halls. Apparently there’s a great big auditorium in the administration building. I can’t wait to see that one.

Jamie and Ee Chia waiting for instructions from the lecturer.

That’s Jamie looking for any signs of breathing.

After I finished my turn, I went around snapping photos from the windows. Those are the hostels!

Lie Yuen blows!

Poh Yee pumps.

Sett checks for a pulse, while the Chwan Hong and Jimmy looks on. Can really feel a pulse one okay. These dummies cost RM1.5million because they can even cough, breath, have different heart palpitations…and the list goes on!

Camwhoring while the others in the background finished their turns.

The dummies’ eyes can be dilated if you shine a torch into it.

Jamie and I feeling each other’s pulse.

The dummies are really huge though.

You can even change the setting of the ‘conditions’ of the dummies.

Codes for different conditions.

We even got to have a bit of fun with the stethoscope. Sorry lorh, we’re just mere dental beings.

And yes, it works.

L-r: Jamie, Poh Yee, Tired looking me, Magesh.

My turn. No, I don’t like the looks of myself as a doctor. I look so..pompous and serious.

The back of the building.

The front view from the building, overlooking the hostels and the student centre and cafeteria.

Yes, very shy that I’m photographed with my water bottle.

Lie Yuen and I.

We were walking to the other wing to see some realllly old friends.

More of the landscape.

Yeap, long time no see, old friends.

We didn’t get to see the cadavers though. But apparently there are no cadaver noobies.. still the same ol gang stacked a top each other in the big formalin tanks.

Many many lockers!

And a big and bright anatomy dissection hall!

Here we are on our last day of class! We are always the earliest in class.

Stretching up against a wall at 4am. Studying can do such things to you.

I never seem to realize that pathology AND digestive biscuits don’t go hand in hand. It’s always so disgusting to see all those diseased organs and chomping on something at the same time. Ughh.

This exam is different from my other exams. I procrastinate A LOT less. So, here’s to turning over a new leaf.



.. a new leaf!
T______T I really hope I can enjoy a nice holiday before year 3 starts. Which means no having to study my ass off for another bloody resit. Please please please pllllleeeasseee…. *clamps palms together* And also, please let me go to year3!! I DON’T WANT TO REPEAT YEAR 2!!

Alright, that’s all from me for now. For maybe a few days? See lah what happens to me. 🙂

p/s: this is for my own record. Period came today. That’s why I love my blog. It’s like my organizer and diary all rolled into one!

Happy For You

This is for my brother. 🙂 I’m glad he likes it so much that he even put it in his own blog.(or at least he said he would)

He was too happy to do any writing tonight, so I wrote something for him. I love it when the feeling overwhelms you into writing something special, even if it’s not for yourself.

Happy For You

I’ve seen your anguish,
And seen the tears fall,
Like rain in the late afternoon.

Each drop represented a moment lost,
Each heartbeat skipped a few more,
At the very sight of that beautiful face.

The memoirs sit atop a shelf,
Flanked by books left and right,
Dust settle on the things left untouched,
Like your feelings, they never fade away.

Years of roses and more the next,
You just want to tell her more and more,
Yet without the words you could hardly say,
Words as obvious as the red red rose.

You learnt about separation way beyond your years,
Separated from something that you’ve only yearned,
Yet the crack of your heartbreak verberated in my ear,
I can only imagine the pain you only know.

Like a shooting star she comes home,
And so does the spark in your eyes,
She’s like christmas,
The brief happiness that comes each year.

At the sight of her you melt inside,
I was worried you’ve forgotten how to be happy,
But I’m glad it came back for you tonight.

The whole world faded into a blur of colours,
As stories were told and laughters were exchanged,
Nothing else will ever matter,
When she looked at you and smiled.

A simple friendly hug meant the world to you,
The dreams you dreamt for years,
They’ve all come true in just one night.

You’ve wished for so much more,
But for now, this will do.
A little treat for that broken heart.

Dancing under the moonlight,
Inhaling the sweet scent of playground grass,
Spinning around in circles,
Happiness consuming you.

And for all of that,
I’m so happy for you. 🙂

Yes, yes, I know I’ve been doing a lot of poems. But I have to pen it down before the feeling fades away! And post it up before the enthusiasm dies! I’ve already got like …70 or so photos in my drafts waiting to be posted up! I’ll try to take time off from my schedule to sit down and blog it out. 🙂 Time is so precious these days.

And I’ll reply to the comments very very very soon!(I’m referring to the post below!)

Oh Yeah, I Echo That Dream

Stumbling out of bed this afternoon at 1pm(Life is good like that during study break weeks), the headlines “Thin Dream” made me pore over the papers even before I had my strawberry milk and maggi mee combo.

1 in every 10 girls are suffering from an eating disorder eh? 9 in every 10 girls probably want to though, but haven’t the guts. They’d love to lose weight but they know better.

I’ve seen a junior back at school who went from just a little bit chubby to obviously anorexic. It wasn’t a pretty sight, but people have been saying that she’s looking much better since her anorexic phase a couple of years back. Maybe she’s one of those lucky ones who managed to stop in time before going all cachexic.

I grew up reading UK and Australian girly magazines well before the birth of Seventeen(Malaysia Edition) and it wasn’t until I was about 15 or 16 when I realized that hey, Cleo isn’t only for old women. Reading magazines like Girlfriend, Bliss, J-17, Dolly…it educated me a heck lot about anorexia and bulimia. You read about girls dying, girls recovering, things like BMI, binging and the likes. This was all before I sat for my PMR.(read: before i got fatter).

But it wasn’t until I did an English presentation on Anorexia and Bulimia with my classmate Lydia(silly girl went off to do medicine at IMU) back in year 1 that I started to really understand the difference between anorexia and bulimia. Despite looking at photos of girls who looked like skeletons with skin merely draped on, it didn’t really turn me off from wanting to be slimmer. Well, one thing’s for sure, I definitely don’t want to have two empty pouches hanging from my chest with my ribcage being more prominent than what was previously my boobs.

Sunken eyes would definitely NOT be a good look for me. Dah lah my eyes so small already. Later I become like Lord Voldemort. I’d have to take up Braille classes. Plus, I have a longish face. From childhood photos, it is evident that more meat around my face(like now) is definitely a better idea than having a skinny face. I could do without the double chin though.

Which makes me wonder if liposuction would be a good idea? I can’t be chewing gum all day to lose weight around my neck-jawline area. But you know, I’ve heard of people dying from liposuction complications. Eurgh.

It’s depressing to see your tummy covering 1/8 of your thighs. On bad days, the part where my legs begin is totally obscured. It makes me pound at my tummy in frustration, especially when I’m studying. And then I suck it in and a fold of fat plops out mid torso. Because of this, I have a fold mark that looks abit shiny because of the stretched skin. I used to show how scary my torso looks like to Chien back in A-levels.(in the toilets of course). And she would scream and say, “WHAT’S THAT LINE?” and to muka maintain abit even though I was very embarrassed, I proudly said, “That’s where the fat folds!”

“Babes, you’ve got a third boob there alright,” she would laugh and laugh. Aye, aye.

Things are so bad that I can’t even wear my bikini without having second thoughts. I mean I’ve never been extremely skinny since I bought my first pair of bikini but yet I had no qualms blubbering about in them(with tummy sucked in of course. Those who have seen me in bikinis, YES, that was tummy sucked in. T_T). These days, I get so self conscious that I keep telling myself to make a trip to Speedo and get myself a nice pair of tankinis. No one piece for me though. That’s the female equivalent of the male’s Speedo. All your flaws are seen in a more than obvious light. At least with bikini, naked skin is not as tell tale as lycra. Resorting to tankini would mean a chapter of my youth has closed. I don’t see how my body can get any sexier now that I’m crossing into my twenties. Isn’t it all downhill from here?

Exercise…right. I hate running. I really really hate running. Blame the school’s cross country marathon for killing my enthusiasm. I get stitches very easily. I can do sit ups and jump ropes though. But that gets very boring. Hence, the only form of exercise I truly enjoy is swimming. I think I lost quite a bit of weight back in 2004 when I could do 20 laps(up and down an Olympic sized pool) a day. That was also a time when an olympic sized swimming pool was only mere minutes away from my house.

Furthermore, I don’t want to tire myself out during this critical period. So I just lead this sedentary lifestyle of sitting in a chair for hours on end and sleeping at 6am, waking up for lunch and repeat process. It’s not a good idea to lose energy doing something else when all my energy should be channeled into my books. Contrary to most studying habits, I hardly snack. Maybe a milo packet drink here and a piece of Disgestive biscuit there. And of course, lunch and dinner. It’s not like I do any snacking in between. I’ve even taken it a step further by preventing myself from getting anything sugary(Coke, sweets, chocolates) or fattening(crisps and stuff). So this means that there are no snacks for me to binge on during my peckish moments. I need to stock up on fruits though. Sigh.

Yeah, before I deviate any further, I have to admit that on more than a few occasions, I’ve actually given thought to being a bulimic. You know, just sticking your finger down your throat and throwing up whatever you eat. However, my fear of vomiting is too great for me to even dare to take the first step into the world of bulimia. This is coming from the girl who only puked ONCE in the past ten years. This was when I had bacardi, vodka, wine, beer, tequila and all with an empty stomach safe for a tiny cupcake during a friend’s Merdeka party last year. I had the worst feeling ever when I went home and puked twice in the toilet bowl that night. I never ever want to drink alcohol again. Even when my family open bottles of wine or pass around a few cans of beer, I scrunch my face in disgust. Alcohol makes me feel nauseous. Even if it’s only a sip. Maybe because it’s like, conditioned learning? (You know, like the taste of alcohol=vomit later.)

So that’s good, that’s good. I hate alcohol and I don’t smoke.

Oh, if smoking doesn’t give you lung cancer and makes society frown on you, I’d probably resort to it to get my weight down. But as usual, it’s just another one of my silly thoughts. Nothing that I would ever dare attempt.

As for being an anorexic, I can never have the will power to stay away from my meals. I can’t skip meals because…well, because I get hungry. You know, like sometimes in the middle of the night, you feel hunger pangs and you hear this trickling squeaking noise, like liquid passing through a very tight channel at the back of your throat/head?  I wonder what that is. Gastroesophageal reflux perhaps? *shrugs* I can never allow myself to go hungry no matter how much I hate my excess weight.

I won’t say how much I weigh but I could do with about 10kgs less. I’m about 169cm. 5’6″ or 5’7″. I’m not too sure.

As for dieting, I’ll do that less carbo thing soon. After my exams. My dad said that it’s not wise to go on a diet during the time leading up to my finals. Why give your body extra stress? True, true.

If ever anyone dares to ask me if I am pregnant, I will curl up into a ball and have a good cry before launching into a very rigorous diet+exercise regime. 😛 Say only, don’t know whether can or not.

Here’s to being skin-nier! Not skinny, just a little bit less fat. Cheers! *clinks glass*

p/s: more updates soon.. i myself can’t believe how little I’m blogging. I thought I blog more during exams? This is too weird.