I just did a presentation in front of 2 professors, 2 associate professors, numerous senior lecturers, lecturers and fellow students.
Little did I realised that I had to do that in front of them. I thought only a couple of lecturers and a few students will be attending.
It was only a presentation on the summer vacation project that I am still doing. As it was a stress free aka no marks presentation, I didn't really prepare as well as I usually did.
And it was like a bad nightmare when I saw the bigwigs coming into the lecture theatre one after the other.
As I stand in front of the lecture theatre readying myself, I can really felt my legs shaking uncontrollably and had to rest my hand on the rostum to steadied myself.
I was thinking "Oh sh*t, I better leave out the corny lines like 'each medical record tells a story of its own - there are sad compelling stories of bright young people had their lives slowly eaten away by malicious bugs and cancerous cell - giving me a chilling realisation this can happen to me too' from the speech. Which professor will want to listen to that?
Luckily the speech turned out well and this will go down as one of the most memorable and unforgetable experience of my Uni life. And yeah, I did deliver that corny line.
It was quite a humbling experience to have them hear me talk, but in a way, it was quite a moment to be proud of.
How many students can say that they had given a talk where former dean of the college, the head of a uni department and lecturers are the audience?
Pharmacically, it had been an eye-opening 6 post uni weeks for me. As part of the Ambassador programme, I was assigned a mentor to guide me in the field of community pharmacy. He was a real nice guy, and last Tuesday, he got a few pharmacy owners and pharmacists together with three of us ambassadors for a cruise down the Yarra river in his boat. The cruise was amazing, and even more so the experience and ideas shared by the pharmacists. They are all so enthusiastic and clever about their job and so full of interesting ideas for the future. What I had learnt from them in one night is more than what can be offered from the lectures in Uni.
Okay, I was exaggerating.
I had also learnt a lot about research and hospital pharmacy during my vacation scholarship. Priceless. Suddenly, the decision to forfeit a holiday back home for all these seems quite a wise decision.
I will try to resume blogging constantly after this week as I will finish my research on Friday. At last I will be free..
Girls' blogs always have details about their shopping exploits.
So I am doing one for the guys.
Yesterday I went shopping with Wee Loon and his gal Violet at Direct Factory Outlet Southern Cross Station.
This is the aftermath of the trip for me:
In the space of 4 hours, I managed to purchase 8 items of clohtings, each a very reasonable bargain.
Ok. Now lets get to the details of the buys:
First off I got there 2 summer teeshirts from my favorite store Essential Men for AUD$25. Their summer range is alwaz very hip and trendy. I grabbed those two because they are V-necked, hence can give an illusion that my unfortunately vertically challenged neck is longer then it really is.
Then I got these two hooded jackets from Giordano for AUD$20 apiece. I think they are a steal because they originally retailed at AUD$75 each. Actually I only wanted one but can't make up my decision which one to choose. So I brought both. =)
I purchased these two because of their uniqueness and I felt wearing them will be a very daring choice (and because they are cheap $10 and $7.5 respectively). Don't know whether I will actually wear them or not. Maybe I can just donate them to the Salvos later on if I change my mind about them..
I got the jumper for $7.50 from JeansWest which I think is damn cheap. It retailed for $39 last winter. The white jeans is from Oxford, only $30. Quite surprising they have my size because usually the only available sizes for bargains are >36 inches. Gonna keep them for next year. Now the weather is too hot for them.
In the end, our 4 hour trip ended uo with Wee Loon and me spending a combined total of AUD250 on clothings alone. Thats like RM750 in 4 hours. I think it is equivalent to someone's salary. And we did spent a lot of time in the changing rooms too, trying various patterns and sizes, not just grabbing them and swipe card.
The 9-5 routine is draining my vitality and ability to conjure something interesting to write about. Can't think at all nowadays due to mental fatigue. =(
Anyway, my Sem 2 results will be out tomoro. Just seems like yesterday that I sat for my last paper. Now trying my best to be calm and nonchalant about it. This is the exam I went worst prepared. Hopefully don't score the dreaded C...
Great news today - I am successful in my application as a student mentor next year! Very happy about it. Don't know why I wanted to be mentor so much. Just that I wanted it. And it definitely not to "骗小妹妹 " as some of my friends alleged. =)
Spent the whole of last Saturday finishing a very good Japanese series called "Nobuta Wo Produce". I felt that it was a very inspiring and touching - about how two boys helped a shy girl build up her confidence step-by-step. For someone who is relatively shy like me, this drama really strikes a chord. It also highlight the importance of true friends - how indispensable they were when you are in need of help. Highly recommended.
A scene from "Nobuta Wo Produce"
Other highlights of the week:
Wong Mew Choo won the China Open. She became the first Malaysian woman to do that - and she did it in style, beating three top Chinese shuttlers. Wonder when will she gets the money and recognition ala the lame Hafiz Hashim.
Kevin Rudd won the Australian Election, beating John Howard. Wonder when will Malaysia have a strong opposition party. Voting in Malaysia is like voting the lesser of two evils. Hard to make the call.
Another rally in Malaysia, and another alledged chemical laced water attack by the police - of all people. Now I feel really insecure about going back home.
Met with JPA representative in Aussie - the nice lady said aspiring doctors and pharmacists must go back. There will be a guranteed job waiting. Hmm..
England out of Euro 2008. Nothing to be sad about - they had it coming. Lame coach. Lame players. Now just in a quadmire which team to support for the Championship. Think I will go for Germany. Their footballing style is fantastic.
It is only in Melbourne that you can get a temperature of 36 degree celcius one day and 18 the next. The hot sun scorching down one day and the cold rain pattering down the next. One day where a shirt is too hot and the next where two is not enough. Truly remarkable.
Thats yesterday's and today's weather here.
Monday saw me sailing. If it was held in other days, it should be extremely fun. The termometer that day read 37 degree celcius. And I spent 4 hour of the afternoon baking under the sun. Lucky I had a tube of sun tan lotion. Or else I would be short and dark. Hardly ideal combination coz to be handsome, you need to be either tall and dark or short and fair skinned.
So anyway, these are some pics that I took that day:
Part of the harbour
It was supposed to be a team builing event for the Ambassador programme, but everyone seems disinterested to move around due to the hot weather. We just lying around idylly on the boat chatting. And once the boat docked, we made a beeline to the nearest ice-cream parlour.
On Tuesday night we had this Ambassador appreciation celebration. Its like the last event of the year for us. The program coordinator got all the bigwigs in Uni and aso our sponsors to come and have a nice time with us. It was held in a bar somewhere in the city, which is nice coz they booked the whole place and wehave free alcohol and finger food. It was an interesting experience talking to all those people, coz the conversation is always punctured by those awkward silence when both parties try to find some common grounds. Guess I need to think of some more topics to talk about next time. I thought I was we prepared. Ah well, it is a far better performance compared to the first event I attended.
Guess I'm still inherently a socio-phobic. Old habits do die hard. But I am good enough to get a free book LOL. This book is actually only for the sponsors who attended that day. Love this book. It's a compilation of stories about individuals who left an indeliable mark in the history of the college of pharmacy. Compelling read.
After experiencing quite a hectic week, went out to have some fun with friends yesterday. We went to Belgrave and then Phillip Islands.
We went to sit on the Puffing Billy in Blegrave. In case you are wondering, its a train.
All abroad for departure!
The train's engine
What's so special about this train is that it is 'Puffing', aka running on coal. It's one of those old-fashioned authentic train making all those authentic train noise and with authentic conductor and engineers in overalls - not like the one that now run on electricity. It travels through quaint villages and nice countryside farms and lots of tress and flowers. And you get coal all over your face if you stick your head out to view the scenery and let the soft breeze carass your face. The whole experience felt like being in a time capsule and transported back 100 years.
Train's crossing! Notice the steam being puffed out..
The picturesque countryside.
We all love the train.. (me not inside coz I took the pix..duh)
It was an unique experience - well worth the pricey price tag. For those of you in Melbourne but haven't been to the place before, it's a must go!
That's what I had learnt after spending a whole week in Royal Melbourne Hospital.
On of my jobs in the research I'm assisting in is to look into patients' medical records and various other databases to piece together what really happened to them after taking a particularly expensive medication. Just like doing a jigsaw puzzle. Which is kinda tedious but fun in a way.
Every medical record had a story to tell. Most of them are sad stories but there are the occasional bright spots. There are some stories, especially on young adults and teenagers which made me feel really disturbed as this uneasy thought of 'it can happen to me, too' kept on resurfacing. They are relatively the same age as me, in the prime of life, when out of the blue, illness struck.
Like this story of a teenage girl who was found to have low white blood cell count when she was going to donate blood. Turned out she got Acute Leukamia. She died one year later. Or the story of a fresh University undergrad. It started inconspicuously enough, with symptoms such as tummy ache and low grade fever. It was cancer, and yes, she died.
It just makes me feel so vulnerable. It really hammer home the fact that life is fragile. It serves as another stark reminder that life is ver very precious. Hospital is also a place where you can get to feel how fortunate and lucky you are to be healthy and well. Eventhough it sounds cruel to the patients, you will appreciate life more when you realised that you are not on drips or in a wheelchair.
On a lighter note, last night I got the chance to attend Swish, which is the 4th Year graduation party in my college for free. There's just one of the perks of being a Student Ambassador (I'm going sailing next week..wee!). I just need to be there to welcome and chat to the sponsors of the event, and help out the staffs when they are short of people. Which in a way is beneficial to me too, coz I get to know more people. The event was really nice, it was an Egyptian themed night. There are sands and sphinx(s) and Egyptian ladies and of course nice drinks and finger food.
Welcome to Egypt..
Sands in front of the entrance. I thought some construction was going on initially. LOL
Lots of people mingling around..
One of the decor.. those are real flowers.
No pix of me coz I had to hijack someone's camera to take my pix.. can only put them up when i got them =)
Another note of interest:
Wherever I go, thirteen will be there.
This is my hospital access card.. it was made especially for me coz it is written there pharmacy student 13.. I always get 13 whatever I do. Lucky number =) Perhaps I should nickname myself thirteen..sounds nice as thats' how Dr House called one of his fellowship candidate. By the way, I just love that show.
Demonstration in Malaysia for a clean election. 10 Nov 2007.
Highlights: Water cannons and chemicals doused on protesters. Media cover-up. Interesting you-tube clips.
Contrast this with: Demonstration in Australia for climate change. 11 Nov 2007.
They caused closure of the whole stretch of main street in Melbourne (which is admittedly quite a nuisance). Only a few policemen are seen. And yeah no water cannons. By the way, they have nice music, just like a band marching to and fro from one end of the street to another. Lots of tourists take photos.
The DPM said having street demonstration is not part of Malaysian culture. Point to ponder... What exactly is defined as Malaysian culture? Who should define what Malaysian culture is?
I don't think demonstration is part of Australian culture too or any culture. I don't think demonstration has to do with culture.
The stark contrast is the action of the police and the media. The police here didn't use water cannons and they didn't arrest poeple nor use road-block and get all paranoia. They let it happened peacefully. The media didn't black out any stories. Wonder how those ppl in Malaysia dare call themselves journalists. Muppets should be a better word.
Maybe this is why Australia is a 1st world country and Malaysia is still a 3rd world country trying to play catch-up...
Felt so sad about this.. A lot of people really need to grow up and stop living in a dream.
On another note, today went for a stroll at Glenferrie.
Nice suburb. Lots of shops and Asian and Middle Eastern eateries. For those studying in Swinburne Kuching, this is what Swinburne's Hawtorn campus looks like:
Now I'm on holiday mode. Just borrowed 10 novels and magazines from the library on Friday. Now trying to juggle my time reading and watching Korean drama. Will be commencing on my Summer Vacation Scholarship at Royal Melbourne Hospital on Tuesday. So they will be another 6 weeks of 930-5 kinda routine..
You know it is spring in Melbourne when the horse racing season comes along and the flies comes out to play and you still can see the sun at the unlikely time of 8pm.
Yesterday was a public holiday in Melbourne as it is the Melbourne Cup day - a special day where Melbournians don their best attires and go to the Flemington race course to enjoy the Melbourne Cup horse race.
And unfortunately, I am stuck at another racing course during my exams.
Nevertheless, on my way home from the exams, I still can spot a number of ladies spotted wearing their beautiful spring dressess and fascinators around the city.
Ladies in spring dresses.
And aren't they breathtaking.
I felt that ladies looked very elegant and chic in spring dresses. One of my laments is that a big proportion of the female species nowadays didn't really take the care and time to dress themselves up. I would really like to have more females, especially the young ones wearing a dress more often rather then just putting on those convenient tees and jeans. Beauty should be flaunted and accentuated instead of being enclosed or trapped in some baggy shirt or jeans. I'm sure there is some suitable dress for every lady out there.
I have really no idea why ladies seldom wear dresses. Especially Malaysians. In fact, I think it is easy to differentiate Malaysian gals from others in Ausralia - they are always the one in tees and jeans. I have no problems with that, but I really just hope that more of them wear dresses more frequently because I do sincerely feel that they look nicer in that. Is it about convinience, comfortability, women equality or just plain laziness? Gals are lucky, they got a huge array of different attires to dress themselves in and far more boutiques to shop in. And yes, they got this thing called dress. Yet, they still like tees and jeans. You are only young once, and if one didn't seize the moment to dress up, are there any other opportunities to do so?
Sometimes I do wish that if only I'm a girl...
The ubiquitous and too-convenient jeans
I like the fascinator very much - it is basically something that looked like a head but not a hat that you wore on your head. When worn with a spring dress, it can really heighten a person's beauty. Melbournians are very creative with their fascinators - they come in all shapes and sizes and made from all sorts of unique materials. Never saw this in Malaysia before, but I'm sure if given the publicity, it will soon be in fashion.
Females have a distinct advantage over males in that they have more opportunities and ways to look stunning. But alas, they just don't seize the chance. Come on gals, dress up! Spring is here! P/s: Yes! One more paper to go tomorrow before the end of the exams and the beginning of a >100 days hols. Tomoro's paper will be my 31st exam in Uni...fancy that.
Okay. Above is my pathetic effort to write something in Chinese. Seems it had deteriorated to a point of no return these days.
Lack of postings these days is due to the fact that I had preferentially allocated all my brain cells (esp the memory cells) to learn something about pharmacy. Currently I had finished 3 papers and stuck with two more to come next week.
Recenty found that I am addicted to caffeine - to the point that I will have a headache if I didn't get a caffeine fix in the morning. Terrible. Guess need to slowly wean off coffee after my exams. Been too dependent on it this sememster due to hectic timetable.
Me in Starbucks enjoying my caffeine fix
TK in Starbucks
I will resume updating the blog after my exams. Better get back to my studies now. Absolutely no motivation to study these days...
I always enjoyed the Sunday paper. It never failed to be a good source of information, especially on health.
The current generation should be called the Generation of Health Freaks. We are just too obsessed with our health - following the latest diet fads, indulging in the newest exercise regimens and devises, and consuming wonder pills to increase energy and lose weights. Admittedly, I am one of those health conscious people. I tried to spend at least a 20 minutes walk daily, go to the gym or for a jog 2 times per week and incoprate more vegetables and fruits into my diet.
These are just some interesting and surprising information about general health that I gleaned from just browsing today's paper:
1) A UK research suggests that a lack of sleep can results in obesity. This is due to the fact that by sleeping less, the body undergo hormonal changes and make you crave for food.
2) The best age to give birth is 34. If a woman gives birth at this time, she will enjoy better health, live longer and have healthier babies. For men, they better start help producing babies before 40 or the risk of miscarriage will be higher.
3) The average males start to lose their hair at 28 years old and start to get grey hair at 35.
4) To slow the ageing process, it is good to eat grass-fed meat, oily fish that is high in Omega 3, eat organic produce and drink filtered or spring water.
There are just so many different information and opinions on how to lose weight or look younger. Even though I do believe some of these theories might have some truth in them - I still think that the fundamental concept for good health is just these simple rules:
1) exercise - 20 mins walk daily and some anaerobic exercise (jogging, swimming or cycling) 3 times per day.
2) food - eat green leafy vegetables, and take less meat and junk food. To lose weight, just make sure amount of calorie intake < amount of calorie output.
According to those political bloggers out there, the current Malaysian government is a rotten lot - full of corruption, ineffectiveness and untruthfulness.
It does make me wonder, is it only the Badawi led government this bad? Or it had been this bad all the while, only that then nobody have blogs to vent their feelings? I do feel that the latter is nearer to the truth.
Another trend is that these bloggers surely but certainly began to put their words into actions and entered themselves into the political fray. Because they felt that they can make a difference. This lead me to wonder, how will they fare while in the hot seat? Will they be able to do better?
Will it be a case of Mean Girls? In Mean Girls, Lindsay Lohan played a sweet innocent girl who managed to knock the most popular but mean and snotty girl in her school off the perch. In the process, she realised that in order to be the most popular girl in school, she became the new Mean Girl.
These bloggers are certainly full of ideals and beliefs that they can do a better job against these perceived unjust and rampant bad governance. I am sure before Mahathir or Badawi reached the top, they have the same mode of thinking too. But politics is always very dirty game. Once you are in the top, you really need to look after the 'welfare' of those loyal to you and be in constant vigilance to prevent other upstart usurping your position, all while trying to run the country to the best of your ability. The harsh reality is that, the view on top is always very different and everyone wants to be there.
Even though these blogs make entertaining reading and I do salute their noble motives of making the government more transparent, something I don't like about these blogs is that they are too hell-bent to prove that the government is bad that they started picking out bones in the egg. Everything bad is highlighted and in everything good, they see a hidden motive or agenda. What they do is only in reverse of the current government who highlight everything good and black out everything bad.
Can someone with ideals really make a difference? I am sure the answer is yes but it does not have to be in politics. Politics is like a meat machine. No matter what kind of meat you are, once you got in, you will come out as mince meat. It can shape the way you think and act, and somewhere in between, you may lose sight of the goal. There are still so many other ways to make the world a better place.
Parkville International Students' Association (PISA)
PISA is the greatest thing that had happened to me in university.
It is the club I committed my soul to and hence it was with a heavy heart that I had to retire from active service in PISA after 2 eventful year.
Reminiscing the time I spent there, I am proud of many things that I had done and learnt from PISA. It was a tremendous experience.
It was in PISA that I had met inspirational people who are just so committed to make the university and the world a better place. It was in PISA that I made friends throughout all year levels. It was in PISA that I learnt that you can make your dreams come true.
When I first entered PISA as a junior member, I didn't even say anything during the first few meeting. I just listened to people talk and do what I'm supposed to do. Now when I exit PISA, I felt reasonably comfortable of voicing my opinions in meetings and even make announcement in public.
When I first entered PISA, I was in publications. I do what I loved to do, writing articles, maintaining the website and noticeboard, and doing advertisements. It is a way for me to put my command of English into good use. When I exited PISA, I had added being a treasurer, being someone who can think and initiate activities, and being someone who can communicate with the staffs in uni into my spectre of activities. I don't mind doing all this, I viewed it as an opportunity to learn.
Of course then there are the disappointments. But perhaps these disappointments are those that spurred me to do more things to right the wrong. I felt that there is a lack of initiative in the club. Hence I started initiating things like writing a survival handbook. I felt that there is a lack of activites. Hence I spent nights thinking about them and even wrote a nice calendar of activities. I felt that there is a lack of communication. Hence I started to mass e-mail every member. I felt that no one is listening to the grassroots. Hence I started to ask around what they think of the club. I felt that there is a lack of support. Hence I attended every activities PISA held without fail. I felt that there is a lack of commitment, so I emailed every committee member and tell them what I felt. I just don't care I am just the Treasurer, one that should be content being the bean counter.
Looking back, sometimes I do wonder if it is all worth it doing all these for a club that doesn't seems to know what support and appreciation is all about. Two things that bugged me most throughout my time here is: one, when the committee didn't turn out for an activity that is organised by their own club; two, when the committee didn't seem to show their appreciation of what their predecessor did for them. But in the end, how other people decide to spend their time in PISA is none of my business. Ultimately, how you what to utilise the opportunity given to you, want you want to do and learn from it is yours to choose. I knew I did my best and I have no regrets that I put 100% into PISA.
Now I think I can finally understand what JFK meant when he famously say "Ask not what the club can do for you; but ask what you can do for the club." How much you get from a club depends on how much effort you put it. As long as you just concentrate being true and committed to a club, you will learn new things and acquire some priceless life experiences without being conscious of it. Okay, JFK said country and not club. But it doesn't matter, I'm sure you get my message.
As we go on, we will remember, all the time we spend together..
For the new committee of PISA, I hope you will learn a lot from PISA. I'm sure all of you will do good.
It had been a long time since I read a book and be truly amazed by the author's ability.
And this author is so good that I dare say that she is probably one of the best writer in the world right now.
Usually, I define a good book as one that you can't help but turn page after page to finish the story as fast as possible. Books treated this way by me include those by JK Rowling, Sidney Sheldon, Jeffrey Archer and Agatha Christie.
But now I discovered that there is a higher state for book appreciation - a book where you feel obliged not wanting to finish so quickly because the journey of reading the book is so tantalizingly amazing.
That's what I feel when reading Jodi Picoult's book My Sister's Keeper. I'm only half way through it and is already enthralled by it. So much that I felt compelled to mention it here in this blog.
She had such a way of viewing the world, such vivid imagination, such a refreshing style of describing things.
Oh, how I wish I can write as good as her.
It had always been one of my dreams to write a novel sometime before I am out of university. I had some story leads but didn't really carry on with it.
I always read what I write and found that it is too superficial, too childish and just not interesting enough. I felt that there is an element of worldliness that is sorely lacking. That is, I found my story does not feel real enough. Unfortunately, I think that this is an element that can be derived only from experience. For example, like you need to smoke a cigarette to know how it feels like before incoporating it in a story.
Sometimes I really felt that something big or life changing had to happen to me before I can write a story. Life have been too good to be for now. Plain smooth sailing. I know I should be thankful for that, but well..
It is time to try some new things.
Some new adult things in the adult world and not just like join new clubs and activities in the safe confinement of University.
There's such a limit of what you can learn by reading or studying.
I need more worldly experience. Then perhaps I can write a best-seller in the near future.
P/s: After I had my placement, I truly understand why all those employers want "experienced" people when setting up a vacancy sign. There are just so many things that you can only learn via experiencing it. I would do likewise if I'm in their shoes. The real working world makes uni world look like a children's playground.
Here's a snapshot of my routine during my rural pharmacy placement at Terry White Chemists, Bairnsdale.
9.02 a.m. Reached Terry White Chemist Bairnsdale. Go through the front door, walk across the aisle selling cosmetics and to the locker room to put my bag. Then proceed to the dispensary.
9.05 a.m. Stationed at the dispensary. Do all sorts of stuffs like keying in the prescriptions into the computer, printing out the medication labels, finding and assembly all the medications as stated on the labels, putting the labels on the medication, and scanning it to check it is correct. Sometimes will get sent to counsel customer on how to take their medications, which is a bit scary. The dispensary area where I spent most of my time.
10.30 a.m. By that time usually getting a little bored of doing the same thing. So if I had the oportunity, I will wander to the "scripts in" counter waiting for customers to come and hand in their medication scripts. Its more fun there then assembling medications, coz I get to greet and talk to people. "Good morning, how can I help you..."
11.00 a.m. Sometimes there are creams to be made. Will spend an average 30 mins doing one cream coz I want to make sure the cream is smooth and silky.
11.30 a.m. At this time some medications will be out of stock and the pharmacists will realised that for one reason or another they didn't come in today's stock also. So I had to be a runner and go to the other pharmacies to borrow them. This is how I discovered that the shopgirls at the two other pharmacies are prettier.
12.00 p.m. Stock time! All the stock's in today's order finally got through from the storeroom to the prescription area. So it's my job to arrange them and put them in the allocated space in the shelves. Quite like stock time becoz it gives me time to learn about the medications.
12.45 p.m. Lunch Time.
1.35 p.m. Back at store and back at the dispensary doing the keying in, sticking labels and assembling medication stuffs again.
The front-of the-shop. They sell lots of things here.
3.00 p.m. Sometimes will go to the front of the store at the vitamins and over the counter medications section. The scariest part of the day because I don't know anything about them and felt very foolish when being asked about it by the customers. The sentence that I used most often here is "Sorry I think I better get you one of the shopgirls.." The shopgirls here are amazing. They are just like the pharmacists in Malaysia - knowing everything about vitamins.
At the cashier with one of the pharmacist.
4.00 p.m. The time before going home is usally spent on the cashier area where I got to play with the till and say "cash or cheque or saving?" Said "thank you very much and have a nice day" so many times until I even said it to the cashier in Safeway when I go to buy stuffs.
Probably some of you knew that I lived with three girls under the same roof when I went to Bairnsdale for my pharmacy placement.
Before you go and say "whoa so nice.." let me warn you that it might not be a very good idea to replicate what I did.
If you still want to do it, there are some certain things you need to know:
Rule 1: Remember, if you got into an argument with anyone of them, you will soon find yourself in a very disadvantaged 1 vs 3 situation. No matter how logical you are, you are ALWAYS wrong. Golden advice: The best thing to do is keep quiet and avoid getting into any contentious discussion.
Rule 2: They will be some point in time where they will expect you to do some thing that they think you should do because, well you are a GUY. Doesn't matter you feel like doing it or not. You are expected to go buy stuffs, to talk to the motel manager...
Golden advice:The best thing to do is spend most of the time sleeping.
Rule 3: There will be a point in time when they suddenly ask you to divulge some very interesting relationship stories about yourself, which are very awkward questions coz guys never discuss with guys who is their first crush, how man gals they liked before, which girl you like most etc.
Golden advice:Think of some good answers to the above questions beforehand. A declination to answer is not recommended and will lead to dire consequences.
Rule 4: Prepare to be nagged. Everyone of the female species (except those who cannot speak) will do it. It is their second nature. Prepare to be told off if you buy too many packets of tasty chips, drink too many cups of fizzy cokes, walk with your shoes on in the house etc. Even if you sleep too early.
Golden advice: Live with it. Think of it as how Ai Ling said it in her blog: women nag men for their own good. That means they care for them (Though i don't gree that in 8/10 they are correct). Treat it as music and before long it will be backgroud music. NEVER tell them to shut up.
And if you think you can accept and follow these four fundamental rules above, you will have a very pleasant stay (and a good rest coz most of the time is spent sleeping).
A fresh pharmacy graduate from the Victorian College of Pharmacy, Melbourne, who had so far gone back to Kuching to start the next phase of his life, whatever it is. He still find joy in reading, writing and cooking, but now wonders whether being a nice guy is a boon or a bane. Full of contradictions but nevertheless believe he will do the right thing in the end.
My Story Board is a series of short aesthetic essays I wrote in my free time to arrest the alarming decline in my English vocabulary.
I have my own personal interpretation of the story I wrote, but you can interpret it however you want. hopefully you can derive some meaning from it.
The 3 bears
My Fav Songs
最近 - 李聖傑
非你莫屬 - Tank
我以為 - 品冠
祝我生日快乐 - 溫嵐
痛徹心扉 - 張棟樑
背叛 - 曹格
會有那麼一天 - 林俊傑
Colours of the Wind - Vanessa Williams
She's The One - Robbie Williams
When She Loves Me - Sarah McLachlan
Beautiiful Girl - Jose Mari Chan
Me and my pet
More About Me
I'm a May Baby!Therefore I'm stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong willed and highly motivated. Have sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm standpoint. Needs no motivation. Shy towards the opposite sex. Systematic. Loves to dream. Understanding. Good imagination. Good physical. Loves literature and the arts. Hardworking. High spirited.