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This site actually calculates how much you can sell your website* for!!
Be hardworking and maybe you can get your own golden retriever :P
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www.xxxx.blogspot / wordpress.com is not applicable though..

:) have fun~
and,
HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR dudes!

Nothing but the truth

white lie or "black lie" is still a lie
and what do you call a person who lies?
a liar.

I support honesty.
because being honest means
i can sleep well,
eat well
sing with the correct tune,
and not being scared of something under the covers which would haunt me for life.

It is often easier said than done.
and every time you make a promise to god,
to be honest and true to yourself,
He would think of ways and means to test your promise.

So, this is the mess i perfectly plant myself into,
to tire myself out, dead exhausted one night..
missing the rounds the other morning,
apart from getting a ear full from my housemate and close friends,
i have to write a very formal letter to explain this absence...
hence armed with this at the very back of my head,
i shall put my best foot forwards,
to be down right honest
with no nonsense
no excuses
and no justifications.

It would be just it.

Nickelback "gotta be somebody"

How true..

All I Ever Really Needed to Know, I Learned in Kindergarten -Robert Fulgham


Most of what I really need to know about how to live, and what
to do, and how to be, I learned in Kindergarten. Wisdom was not at
the top of the graduate school mountain, but there in the sandbox
at nursery school.

These are the things I learned..

Share everything. Play fair. Don't hit people. Put things back
where you found them. Clean up your own mess. Don't take things
that aren't yours. Say sorry when you hurt somebody. Wash your
hands before you eat. Flush. Warm cookies and cold milk are good
for you. Live a balanced life. Learn some and think some and draw
and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some.

Take a nap every afternoon. When you go out into the world,
watch for traffic, hold hands, and stick together. Be aware of
wonder. Remember the little seed in the plastic cup? The roots go
down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but
we are all like that.

Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in
the plastic cup - they all die. So do we.

And then remember the book about Dick and Jane and the first
word you learned, the biggest word of all: LOOK. Everything you
need to know is in there somewhere. The Golden Rule and love and
basic sanitation. Ecology and politics and sane living.

Think of what a better world it would be if we all - the whole
world had cookies and milk about 3 o'clock every afternoon and then
lay down with our blankets for a nap. Or if we had a basic policy
in our nation and other nations to always put things back where we
found them and cleaned up our own messes. And it is still true, no
matter how old you are, when you go out into the world, it is best
to hold hands and stick together.

7 weeks to go till that exam
everything else seems so insignificant now..
It feels like this: meditating with no oxygen..

It's beautiful

Today,
right after CME,
i reported to the sister's room before joing Ms. J in the OT
and i stumbled upon this hanging in her room,
starring, and waving frantically back at me .. well.. literally..

I do my thing and
you do your thing
I am not in this world to live up to your expectations,
and you are not in this world to live up to mine.

You are you
and I am I

and if by chance we find each other,
it's beautiful."

i wasn't spying or anything, just that the room was empty and i was simply looking around :p

Furball

To quell my undying craving love for a golden retriever ..
I've decided to settle for something small and furry
while i save and stock up my $ vault
*grins* i am buying myself a hammie *grins*

I'm a .. what?

You Are a Pear

You are independent, intelligent, and a free thinker. You can accomplish great things, especially when you do them on your own. You are direct, honest, and sometimes even a bit brutal. There's not much that gets in the way of you and your ambition. While you are hard nosed, you do have a much sweeter side to you. It takes times for you to soften toward someone, but once you do, you'll be their friend for life.

What Type of Fruit Are You?

I have a crush on ... Obama

I am honored to live to this day,
to be able to see a black man being elected as the president of the united states
to see impossible things becoming reality

This points to only one thing--
anything is possible.
A N Y T H I N G
as long as you put your heart and soul in
it'll be crafted to what you want

Yes, We can.
After all, we are the new generation of Love and Hope.
Yes, we can.

It was a creed written into the founding documents that declared the destiny of a nation.

Yes we can.

It was whispered by slaves and abolitionists as they blazed a trail toward freedom.

Yes we can.

It was sung by immigrants as they struck out from distant shores and pioneers who pushed westward against an unforgiving wilderness.

Yes we can.

It was the call of workers who organized; women who reached for the ballots; a President who chose the moon as our new frontier; and a King who took us to the mountaintop and pointed the way to the Promised Land.

Yes we can to justice and equality.

Yes we can to opportunity and prosperity.

Yes we can heal this nation.

Yes we can repair this world.

Yes we can.

We know the battle ahead will be long, but always remember that no matter what obstacles stand in our way, nothing can stand in the way of the power of millions of voices calling for change.

We have been told we cannot do this by a chorus of cynics...they will only grow louder and more dissonant ........... We've been asked to pause for a reality check. We've been warned against offering the people of this nation false hope.

But in the unlikely story that is America, there has never been anything false about hope.

Now the hopes of the little girl who goes to a crumbling school in Dillon are the same as the dreams of the boy who learns on the streets of LA; we will remember that there is something happening in America; that we are not as divided as our politics suggests; that we are one people; we are one nation; and together, we will begin the next great chapter in the American story with three words that will ring from coast to coast; from sea to shining sea --


Inspiring, isn't it?
His full speech here

Yiks

State of my mind now -> totally caught off guard

Well, this is how it started
Right after gyne's mini test on thursday,
as i was walking down the lane surrounded by some trees.. a gust of wind blew
like in the movie - the happening
i got infected..infected by an incurable disease
and this bug is happily eating me up
like a kid enjoying his first McDonald' meal
crunching the bones in a synchronous melody

Ah...
this disease keeps resurfacing in my conscious thought..
it's taking up all my time
i keep thinking about it... ahhhhhh.... help!!

oh cut the crap!
What is it?!



THIS
THIS THIS THIS
::sweat sweat::
this is the problem!
I want a doggie
A golden retriever.
And this thought is driving me nuts!!

and the biggest hurdle to it is
$$$$$$ -
after hours researching regarding this dog,
i found out that 1 pup costs about 1-2 thousand!
yes! thousand!!! *rolls eyes*
it's the same price as my O2 for goodness sake!
i'll have to rake out my stash to cure this disease

ahh..

Motivasi

当我和世界不一样 那就让我不一样

坚持对我来说 就是以刚克刚

我如果对自己不行 如果对自己说谎

即使你不原谅 我也不能原谅

最美的愿望 一定最疯狂

我就是我自己的神 在我活的地方

我和我最后的倔强 握紧双手绝对不放

下一站是不是天堂 就算失望不能绝望

我和我骄傲的倔强 我在风中大声的唱

这一次为自己疯狂 就这一次我和我的倔强

对爱我的人别紧张 我的固执很善良

我的手越肮脏 眼神越是发光

你不在乎我的过往 看到了我的翅膀

你说被火烧过 才能出现凤凰

逆风的方向 更适合飞翔

我不怕千万人阻挡 只怕自己投降

我和我最后的倔强 握紧双手绝对不放

下一站是不是天堂 就算失望不能绝望

我和我骄傲的倔强 我在风中大声的唱

这一次为自己疯狂 就这一次我和我的倔强

就这一次让我大声唱

Hari Raya Open House

During this raya..
I managed to squeeze two Raya Open house events into my tight Gyne posting
The first one was just opposite my house -- Hajar's open house.. Ahem.. Hajar had a migraine attack on that Friday morning because she had to cook something for it!! Imagine the stress the organizers had on that day!
Anyways, the home-cooked food was delicious, Zarul's son was super cute and it was really a great time for most the M204s to get together amidst the crazy schedule of Sem9!



Beauties..
Beauties take 2
Cheeze!

While we all ate and ate...
Nana was busy washing and washing!! Gasp!

Adila with Zarul Junior..Group picture..
To all the Hajaropenhouse organizers.. thanks for the greaat food!

2nd Open House was on this sunday afternoon--my cfcs patient's. Because my colleague- huichen had to cover her ward during the afternoon, i drove there myself, and was greeted with a whole lot of food! yummy sotos, lontongs, and lemangs.. just delicious.. Senawang people really cook A star sotos! Before i came back, Pn_N gave me 2 of these, one for me and the other for huichen..


Inside were yummy food! Conclusion?
I had a really great makan-hariraya! :)

Barbie doll

Sometimes i wonder, when i look into the sky, the stars ignore me as they continue to blink in their own existence.
I start a monologue with them, asking,
when would everybody truly realize that we are not plastics?
Our heart is of muscles and blood, and not chemical components synthesized in the lab.
We are alive. We breath. We think.
But no,
most people would still love to look at nice looking things
people would never reject the beauty king or queen for a dance
people would still continue to bully ugly betty even betty has the heart of gold in that show..

It troubles me,
is this a natural selection process?
The beautiful should survive, let away all the uglies
So, is this why people still judge by the appearances?
In which they are practically blind that they cannot look beyond the outer glass of the gift wrapper?
Maybe there were some technical glitch in our genetic codes
Our communication fibers in our brain just can't code ugly objects
Or, maybe we should blame all the tv shows that associate thin, long nose, curvey bouncy hair to nobility, nice, and great?

This should never be held true..
There's a thing called aging,
which in my community,
none of them never seriously think that this event would befall any of them.
Aging.. the sagging of breasts... the loss of hair... fat pads spontaneously appearing out of nowhere...
Nobody escapes them, unless, you pray hard and God qualifies that you deserve to die prematurely
So, that's why,
I support ugly betty.
Because she has a heart of gold.
and that the heart would only grow more gorgeous by the day, and would remain as such..
whereas our plastic appearances would sag, wither and die off.

LOL from my inbox...

The Strangest Wal Mart Customer

Dear Mrs. Denner,

Over the past six months, your husband has been causing quite a commotion in our store. We cannot tolerate this behaviour and may be forced to ban both of you from the store. Our complaints against Mr. Denner are listed below and are documented by our video surveillance cameras.

June 15: Took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people’s carts when they weren’t looking.

July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in House-wares to go off at 5-minute intervals

July 7: Made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the women’s restroom.

July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official voice, “Code 3 in House-wares. Get on it right away.”

August 4: Went to the Service Desk and tried to put a bag of M&M’s on layaway.

September 14: Moved a “CAUTION - WET FLOOR” sign to a carpeted area.

September 15: Set up a tent in the camping department and told other shoppers he’d invite them in if they would bring pillows and blankets from the bedding department.

September 23: When a clerk asked if they could help him he began crying and screamed, “Why can’t you people just leave me alone?”

October 4: Looked right into the security camera and used it as a mirror while he picked his nose.

November 10: While handling guns in the hunting department, he asked the clerk where the antidepressants were.

December 3: Darted around the store suspiciously while loudly humming the “Mission Impossible” theme.

December 6: In the auto department, he practiced his “Madonna look” by using different sizes of funnels.

December 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browsed through, yelled “PICK ME! PICK ME!”

December 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, he assumed a fetal position and screamed “OH NO! IT’S THOSE VOICES AGAIN!”

December 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited awhile, and then yelled very loudly, “Hey! There’s no toilet paper in here!”

Once again we cannot tolerate this behaviour in our store.

Regards, Wal-Mart

xinli's daydream

if i have a money plant..
i would first figure out how to multiply them :P
i will also pluck some cash and deposit in the bank to let it grow interest.. hehehe
pay off my loan
give house with land, and a franchise, for each of my family members :D
buy a yatch, sail around the world!

if i have a wishing feather
i would adopt 3 puppies, 2 kittens and 1 horse
enroll myself to a language class
buy a ferrari sports car,
design my own line of clothes
build an indoor tennis court and swimming pool!
learn how to scuba dive
give xueli the bow she dreams to have it
have a grand piano

if i have the power
i would build hospitals and run it my way
give out scholarships to students with a vision
help build a clean world
have 15 minutes with God
set up a shelter (with free food ! food is important!!) for the poor and the needy, the homeless animals and children.
invest in environmental friendly projects
invent something useful to humans
sponsor space exploration programs
set up a medical bookstore and sell books at discounted prices
sponsor new book writers
construct a drug lab
find out what goes after death

shutting out the noise

It's been an hour..

My neighbor is drilling the wall which my room shares and the noise is skull crunching (and yes, i meant crunching munching).
The burglar alarm right opposite my house has a self timer that ticks off at exactly 3.00pm daily, and would be blaring off its vocals for another one dreadful hour.
They are in sync. Hand in hand taking the street as the stage, singing and crooning like all of us here especially the-other-neighbor-who-came-back-for-a-nap cheering them to go on for the world cup.

Now, I have to confess, i never really did appreciated silence.
Everything at anytime should have some sort of sound.
When i walk down the lane to my "personal car park" in IMU, i'll expect some chirping from the birds with a background of fine rustling of the wind combing through the trees nearby. If not, i would plug in my loveybaby i-pod to listen to some music.

At this moment.. i really really need silence. They are seriously challenging this... silence; which i obviously did not gave much thought. My ears are starting to hurt.. the noise must be reaching 120 decibles. In torture chambers on enemy grounds, people use Noise as a tool for torture. It drives the spies to their wits ends. And trust me, they definitely will confess to anything!

Between the devil and the deep blue sea

"History is written by those who hanged the heroes"

Oh yes that would be true during the 60s
when people had to write letters on a real paper,
using a real ink pen
and that they had to tune to radio that actually crackles
and to watch much delayed news on a black and white television in the only house of the kampung.

After 50 years
In the age of free flow of information
Stories are written by both heroes and villains

Now, the real problem arises
Because,
1. we, the rakyat are neither the heroes or the villains, we are just conveniently sandwiched in-between!!
2. both the hero and the villain are bad actors but great writers. Both sides are so convincing that it is difficult to distinguish one from another!

Read this yourself.
May13-the real story?
1, 2, 3
Caution:
*Use following ingredients when reading
1. Lots of brain juice
2. Wisdom +
3. Intelligence +
4. Self control
* Swearing is permitted
* Cross reference to any history books ( Form 3-Form 6) is encouraged



ah.. I'll say, be patient... just wait and see, for more drama...

Twinkle

:-)
It works!

i am waiting...

A great man draws a circle around himself, and protects himself.
A greater man draws a circle around himself and people who are important to him, and protects them.
The greatest man draws a circle around everybody and protects them.

Using the normal distribution graph, well, most of us would fall under the 2nd category. Once in a while, when the moon turns blue and the cows jumps over it, there would be 1 or 2, okay or maybe 3 occasions that you meet the greatest man.

Well, I was thinking, the greatest man would be really really magnificent and, he could even be hailed as a saint, because to draw a circle around everybody really does require strength, courage and resilience! And, okay, a lot of pencil. He would have to be deaf to all the mockery that people are going to throw at him and also to be mute, as not to retaliate them, all because he choose to be ignorant of the rules of the jungle.

The circle would include everybody!
You and me!
People we do not know! People whom we never seen!
Everybody, from the best to the worst.

However, the worst of the worst sort would be hypocrites ( defined as people who are masters of pretenders) , and opportunists ( people who keep everything to themselves and yet, expects you to give them all when there is an opportunity, thus depriving your piece of fair share).

Now, why would i say they would be the yucky-est of all? They remain in the backdrop, staying invisible, sometimes acting like a gut parasite that keeps on sucking your blood silently, until one day, you feel dizzy and drop dead because you lack blood. Okay, I am exaggerating a bit too much. You will not die because of that. But the message is clear. Even if you are a saint, we still cannot avoid these parasites.

It is sad to see that in the realistic world, the jungle rule, well rules. The strong will be supported. The weak shall be trampled.

Sigh.
Whoever said growing up was easy is lying.
Now, would the greatest man appear and please change this rule?

Give me an attitude

Nowadays, with the advancement of technology, there is a thing called model engineering.

Scientist creates things accordingly to what they want. The shape, the colour, the sizes... They would put things into categories and slots so that the thing will be grown to the expected outcome.

But, some of these enthusiastic scientists, well, i’ll say, that they are too engrossed and overly excited in this whole process that now, they have unmitigated their theory of nurturing, to the students plants.

In this process plants are assessed and divided. Well, there is this smart plant division. They are put into a jar and expected to glow. Shine like the star. Good for them. And yes, they’ll grow, hopefully not their head or noses only. Then, there is also the not-so-smart and “lazy” plant category. They are lazy as opposed to stupid which, the scientist think is too vulgar a word.

So here they are, being put into a container, very pretty much against their will. Come on, who would want to be put into a dark container, and being labelled as “needs help”. They’ll be laughed at and sniggered!! “ah.. this jar would know the answer to this questions.. i’ll ask .... emm... this jar instead! (pointing at the black jars) ...”. But still, whatever the scientist did, deep within them, i know that they sincerely hope that the plants would grow into something beautiful.

Maybe this way of training has its good points. The “needs help” jar plants would grow into tougher plants, although for sure, they will definitely bear eternal loathing against whoever who jarred them.

But, firstly, did you wonder why should the “plants” be put into little jars, determined by their present potential?

Is the current performance a ruler to measure a person’s worth in 10, 20 years down the road? Every successful head-hunter knows that the biggest trick in scooping up a big talent is to consider the hidden potential beneath that personality. What you say about me or think what i am now, most probably would not be the me in the next century. I might be a high flyer now, but does this confirm my success in the near future?

We are not plants and we are certainly not going to subject ourselves into imaginary confinement of a jar. We are not things that can be molded willingly. We are living beings with emotions and a mind. We have endless possibilities with the sky as our limit. Every one of us can grow into various beautiful things. And it is up to ourselves to assign our own definition of beautiful.

Take Microsoft’s founder for instance, had Bill Gates subject himself to the jar and fell into the pit of depression and humiliation, Windows would only mean a glass built into a wall to admit light or air into the house!!

So, should we be classified and put into jars that'll actually hinder our growth!?