Angkat Sumpah

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NECK ACHE…. HELP!

Never ever, ever ,ever go to a cinema i take the front row sits no matter how desperate u are to watch a blockbuster movie! Especially when you have been breaking ur neck and back for 2 weeks due to exam!!!

I’m so suffering from a terrible, terrible, terrible neck ache and an insufferable headache for two days and let’s top them with nausea feeling for the whole evening! Put me out of my misery by chopping me neck off thank you.

Three of my batch mates got admitted into the hospital for dengue and it is scary cos being sick, weak and helpless is. Their thrombocyte have been dropping and dropping, worryfying since most of them got a flight to catch on thurs but not well enough to get discharge yet.

Went to the market got Cockles and painstakingly cook em! So hard to peel the cockles meat from it’s shell. Arrgh…. ruin nails we had! Apparently Cockles can increase the thrombocyte count, hence Yam and i went and buy and the rest helped to pry those tight shut shells open.

Then i attended Jansee Baby’s after Angkat Sumpah:) she is so pretty!!! All Don-up like a pretty bride actually! Stunning!! Pics later!

I may need to visit her massues tmr… i’m so feeling not good HUmBUG!!! I hate the feeling.

What about Birthdays?

When i was younger, birthdays was one of my favourite day of the year. That’s when the simplest stuff excites me such like i get to choose my own cake- Fair Lady from Angel Cake House at ss12, and get to choose where to go for dinner! Back then i love western food! So anything that on the menu that has Lamb Chop goes well with me Anyway, cutting the cake is the highlight for me, i get all wide-eye like a doe that is caught in a headlight only i have small eyes caught by the dancing candles.

So years pass…
Somewhere along the road of Growing-Up, birthday excitement cease and eventually frozen like back in the ice age. The Family became not hype into celebrating birthdays. It’s like playing an old cassette and you know what songs come after the other. Waking up and receiving well wishes and words of imparting wisdom from the parents plus the red big packet is as good as it gets!

To set the record straight, the family does not have a big affinity in celebrating born days.

Right now, i don’t still don’t have all this hype of: “Oohhh My Birthday is coming!! Let’s me throw a big party! No wait, let’s do so cool that it will be worth remembering! Oh Oh, those pressies that i will get!! I hope they get me that really, really gorgeous thing that i saw at the mall.”  And you know those sort of conversation goes on.
Waking up on birthdays, will make me groan… “Humbug… just another day but with a chop on it”.

Something died off somewhere. The little wonders of birthdays is just not here anymore. It’s not like i’m missing it, but it would be nice to experience it again or once in awhile for that matter.

Just this afternoon, i think i found that little wonder of birthday celebration

Birthdays are not meant to remember how awesome you are
Birthdays are not about presents
Birthdays are not about  you

but…

Birthdays are meant to be celebrated with the birthday person
Birthdays are the day where we show thanks in gestures on how fortunate we have that birthday person in our life
Birthdays will have no meaning, until you celebrate the birthdays of others

what are birthdays to you?

a new understanding of that little wonder.

A Hearty Breakfast

:: I’m LOVING it ::

McD is the ‘new’ Hearty Breakfast in Indonesia for exam stress hungry students. We stayed up till 4am or so, had to pay the internet bill and have a side trip to Happy Land for the most awesome breakfast of the week! Word.

To think Youmouma and I was going to have a nice quiet breakfast by ourselves came a group of hyperactive, noise polluter Kinddie kids!! I swear i’ve never seen the play pen at McD having a massive Jamm!

A Beautiful morning at 8 something in the morning, they were celebrating a 5 yr old boy’s birthday!!

It’s weird to see birthday parties held so early in the morning!! Back in Msia, the kids birthday are either lunch time or dinner time.

Balloons make lil kids go beserk :p

And there was a line of traffic stopper. It’s normal here for school kids to perform their music band by taking the whole stretch of road by themselves with a few policemen assisting them.

Vehicles in queue to pass.

Last night i had dinner with a bunch of crazy people   We had a vegetarian meal prepared by these people below!!

PaiSEh! They prepared everything, and i didn’t help. Plus i was 20 minutes late. Perangai buruk betul!

I suppose we can call this fusion of culture- ever had Indian cuisine by dining Chinese style? hahaha.

<3 Thanks guys i had fun and it was great! xoxo

Under the scalpel

Have you ever what is it like?
I’ve never though much of it until today.

Today was the third time we had to draw blood from the heart of our short 21 days lived lab rat. Each time is as painful to watch as the first but this time was the worse. I suspect there wasn’t enough alcohol to anesthesia the rat for it took longer than usual to knock it off unconscious. When we though it was unconscious enough we place it at the dissecting tray where we pinned its four limbs with needle to the tray bed. Skillfully the lab worker pulled the flaccid abdominal muscle and makes an incision upwards to the chest cutting through its rib cage. The sound of crunch broken ribs was none as if there was nothing there in the first place. Usually, if the animal is not anesthesia the muscle will be still in contracted state, hence it’s easier to cut through the abdominal muscles without the messy pool of blood flooding.

Half way making the incision towards the chest, the rat struggled! It was gaining conscious. We had to quickly place the alcohol cotton on its face. The struggle wasn’t over until we draw all its blood from its heart to the syringe. How cruel and unethical it was.

I was watching from quite a distance, taking a step back each time I as the rat gain conscious and struggled, earnestly giving prayers to the poor animal, hoping the ordeal it had to go through wasn’t as bad as it looks. But who am I kidding? It’s painful enough to watch as it is what more if the one under the scalpel.

A few days ago I watch a movie-Awaken, story revolves a rich young business tycoon who had to lie on the surgery table having a cardio transplant. He was anesthesia of course but he’s subconscious mind was awake. Imagine finding yourself some what awake and watching you being dissected from the sides. He was screaming his lungs out of terror when he watch himself being slice up and the saw sawing through his ribcage as they went in and grab his heart. He watched the crew of operation doctors screw up as his body started crashing.

Comparing the two I’ve mix feelings conjure up in me as these two questions pop in to my mind: “What if I were the surgeon? What if I was lying on the cold operating table?”
I feel sorry for the rat having to wake up finding itself immobilize, hurt and being cut up. It left its dismembered body with its life being suck away into the syringe as the piston pulled upwards. Life was no more just like that.

Out, out, brief candle

It gets me wondering, was there any other way to draw all the blood from the rat other than that. If the rat was killed stone cold first, we would not be able to draw that much blood from the heart because the blood would have coagulated by then.

……. unfinished…