Saturday, April 30, 2011

"During my time, I watched his mother getting married. Now, you're watching him getting married", said my mother before she went out of house for a kenduri this evening.

Yea, I accidentally spent few hours watching the royal wedding ceremony. From the random interviews to the procession of the royal family from the palace to the abbey, to the arrival of bride, to the oath taking of the couple, and to some of the prayers and songs - I watched all that. It's a bit of a waste of time, but an unforgettable moment nonetheless.

Forget all that conspiracies and ill-intentions, forget all the gossips and rumours, forget any other deeper meanings to the ceremony; the wedding is just a wedding of another two person in this world. The only remarkable thing was, this wedding was broadcasted live for the whole world to watch.

Somehow, I found myself attracted to their wedding.
Mainly of course, due to the fairy tales I've been reading since small - the stories whereby the prince marry a commoner; Cinderella, Snow White, Rapunzel, all those bedtime and playtime stories which had contributed to my childhood imaginations and dreams.
And since Malaysia do not "popularise" her royal families (I do not know where all our princes and princesses go), the nearest royal family I know is of course that of Britain.

The wedding (which includes the couple and the planning of the wedding) has been receiving tremendous amount of media coverage; there will be at least one little column in daily newspapers about it. And I find those kind of news easier to understand than any other political news (what more of the latest humiliating sexual@political affair which made Malaysians look like sex maniacs), or even my textbooks for that matter. For that reason, I preferred to read their news than the political ones. And from the readings, I acquired more (trivial) knowledge regarding them, and became more interested in following them up. Although of course, those news might not be 100% true.

The story of a prince, marrying a simple, smart, beautiful commoner; sounded almost like every girl's wildest dream doesn't it?
But why? Why is it a dream? I have been thinking about that all day long.
Why, must a little girl dream of marrying a prince?
To be well known? To be known as a princess?
To be popular? To be rich?
To be able to wear beautiful clothes? To walk with all eyes turned on you?

I'm not sure, yet.
I'll find the answer some other time.
For now, my brain is just too saturated with the thyroid tumours I have just read about.

Of course, some people are arguing that the money spent for the wedding today, should be spent instead on unfortunate ones. I do not wish to argue on that, I am not the one who is spending them.

Forget all the nasty things.

For once, let me be that girl who enjoys seeing a prince, marrying a commoner; just like in those fairy tales. =]

*Speaking of Malaysian royal family, I saw our YDP Agong in the tv just now! His Majesty (I think that's what I shd call him), and Queen were there for the wedding ceremony. Kinda cool to see one elegant lady wearing hijab in the midst of hairs and hats.

And oh yea, I wonder why do Malaysians know nothing about our royal families?

With that, I rest my case.


Saturday, April 23, 2011

Oh, it is detected as a malware, AGAIN.
Dr M's blog, that is.

The worldwide web and politics are "wonderful".

p/s: I lost my voice. It's a hoarse voice now. Anything wrong with my recurrent laryngeal nerve (or is it superior laryngeal? Cant remember...)?


Yes, as much as I do not want to believe it, I have to. The exam is coming in a month! The exam that will test all my 2.5 yrs of study in IMU, and will determine WHETHER or NOT I make it to the PMS; be it Ireland, Manchester or anywhere I am matched to (and isn't it just irony that I can find a time to even write this post at this crucial moment?)

Unlike past exams however, I hope I have more time to prepare.
I have been wanting the exams to come as soon as possible, and get over them fast, but that certainly is not the case with this one particular exam.

A month to absorb EVERYTHING that I have studied for the past 2.5yrs, of course I find it insufficient!
And on top of that, we have all the Med Seminar, Case Based LearningS, and some other "extras" that we have to do in semester 5. I wonder why IMU let us free (as in really free) in semester 4 just to torture us in semester 5.

And I do notice some of my batchmates are getting more depressed, and selfish as time pass by. Who wouldn't? I myself are practically (though it is practically impractical) counting every minute I spent walking to the toilet and getting out of it.

But......ironically too, this exam is not that "important", if you wanna describe it that way.
In order to graduate from IMU and proceed to partner school, I just have to pass.
The marks are not even taken into account for the matching (determining which univ will u go to), which will suffice even if I get a C, as C- is considered fail.
So, what's the point of studying hard? As in really really hard that u find no time to eat and sleep?

Haha! Gotcha!

But of course, being able to score in this exam means, I will be more competent, and not be that "quite, shy, lack-of-confidence Asian girl" when I get to the partner medical schools.

Anyway, lets get back to study!
I spent 30 mins on this post, a run to the toilet, and a few sips of water to temporarily relieve my very sore inflamed throat!

p/s: I noticed Dr M's blog is no more warned as a threat on net but, I did not find any explanation on why it was found as threat in the first place. A sabotage? Hurmmm...


Friday, April 8, 2011

Prom night, as it is always called in those Western movies, is the night where girls dress like they have never before, where guys get to put on their tux, bow tie and spike their hair up like Clark Kent and, all of us get to eat good food.

And that kind of night, was called IMU Ball by IMU students and was held on April 2nd, at JWW Marriott Hotel.

That day itself, I had to sit for my IELTS test in the morning.

Anyway, I know some of my friends who spent almost RM500 for the night. I myself spent approx RM130, for the ball ticket. Funny enough, being too preoccupied the weeks before the ball, right after paying for the ticket, I forgot totally about the ball. I did not even tell my mother about it until one week before the ball. So of course, I did not buy any new dress, shoes, handbag, shawl or anything of that sort.

After our IELTS test that morning, Hui Fong, Ah Kiew, Sunn Ren and I went to KLCC for our lunch, and for the first time in my life, I stepped into San Francisco Steakhouse. Of course, I ordered the cheapest meal in the menu, which was not cheap at all.

It was called "Caesar Salad with Grilled Chicken".
So of course I was anticipating chicken.
But I was taken by surprise when the real meal arrived; it was a large plate FULL OF salad, with tiny slices of chicken. I can't keep a straight face, and went into depression mode.
RM16.90 FOR SALAD??!
And that's when I realised my mistake; it was salad WITH chicken, and not chicken WITH salad. That means, salad is the main dish while chicken, is just the deco.

Of course, I am blessed with extremely wonderful friends.
When their meals arrived, they gave me their own slices of chicken, fish and french fries. And in return, I gave them lots of healthy food; SALADS.
So I ended up with various types of chicken, fish and salad on my plate; a meal that can never be bought with money, a dish called "friendship".

That afternoon, I spent my time in Hui Fong's house in Gombak.
Only at that time, seeing how prepared Hui Fong was with her new shoes, dress and handbag, and her plan to make up and set her hair, did I realise my unpreparedness for the ball.
I started to feel uneasy, and was losing my confidence bit by bit.

Then we went to a saloon!
First time too, in my life that I accompanied a friend to saloon for a hair set up.

Hui Fong, gettin her hair set up. :)

And now, a beautiful princess!

With her prince

With the neighbouring country princess

Siew Huan and me.

Me and August


The future MD, with the pathologist, the anatomist and his wife.