Quirky New Pathologist

One of the fun parts about studying medicine is having visual stimulation [well, for one I have seen waaaayyyy too much boo-bies and vajayjays for my own good]. Most of our learning, in my opinion, is derived from such modes.

Pictures, photographs, charts, mind-maps, potted models of organs (healthy and otherwise), plastic life-size mannequins and skeletons... but of course, training with the aid of a real patient of course.

We have it all.

Anatomy, Physiology, Embryology, Microbiology and definitely, Pathology.

Dear old Pathology. The science of disease. The core text for this section involves a whole family namely Papa, Mama and Baby Patho [That's Pathologic Basic of Disease (Full edition, Basic & Handbook respectively) by Kumar, Cotran & Collins for you all other med ppl out there]

In the recent months, the Department of Pathology had a new addition, Dr. Maria [Name has been changed for the greater good]. American-trained, lots of clinical and teaching experience. Gosh, the other pathologists call her... Mariaaaaa!!! *like calling a Filipina maid somewhat

Prior to attending her lecture, news about her incompetence and lack of tact has reached me from other batches. And man, I entered the class with so much prejudice that I was blanking her out though *pretending to be* attentively interested. An example of her teaching methods/questioning:

Describe the picture shown.

Maria: What can you see, class?
Random voice #1: Liquefactive necrosis!!! *with much enthusiasm*
Random voice #2: Necrotising fasciitis!!!
Maria: It is an amputated leg! *beaming smile*
Maria: You must say that first ok? Then you must state the colour of the skin. *point point* Do you see this leg has some callous on the heels?
Maria: Add, there is some bloody flesh at the top. Lastly, only you say there's necrosis.

Maria: Class, can you see the twist? Maybe he overdid a cha-cha or mambo?
Maria: No, this is NOT from a black man!

Maria: Remember!!! YELLOW YELLOW YELLOW!!! Remember this colour... Now repeat after me. YELL-OW!!!
*Yes, half of the class did.

She must be thinking she's teaching a kindergarten class. LOL

I am most definitely not judging or complaining about her. I lurve her style! I can proudly say I remembered almost everything she taught me in her class. She is so fun to observe with her idiosyncratic behaviour and all. Even when she buys food in the cafeteria.

And of course, her infective beaming smile. =D

FYI, just in case anyone wants to know...

Picture 1: Diabetic patient.
Picture 2: Torsion of the Spermatic Cord/Testicular Torsion aka Twisted Balls. Turns black due to the lack of blood supply
Picture 3: Fatty liver. Due to unhealthy diet or alcohol.

Pictures are sourced from WebPath.

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Intermittent Thoughts

Sometimes I just feel like I am forever in med school... and graduation (hoping that it would eventually come) seems like an aeon away =(

Maternal and Child Health posting this month... so yeah, Obstetrics, Gynaecology and Paediatrics. Exciting, disgusting but a very optimistic side if compared to all the morbidity in other departments.

A proper post on my birthday is due, but still in progress la. This week is a killer. I am hanging on a thin wire and am on the verge of drowning.

Also, the theory of "6 degrees of separation" still amazes me; how small the world can be, for people to be so closely linked? Especially among the fags. [Just a conclusion from this control sample population]

Well, that and the answer to all questions in life remains to be answered only after this week has settled down and I have less weight to juggle with social responsibilities and academic burdens in training.

Tata.

'tis been a long month

This April started with a Bang! Lotsa happenings even during the first week.

I bid farewell to Paperbag Boy, who starting a new life Down South with a clean slate. It was the month of many birthdays and birthday parties. How such seemingly trivial gatherings of friends together can serve so much as to strengthen bonds and camaraderie!

Haha and I guess we all learned how important it is to ensure the restaurant you want your party's food from is OPEN!!! Ahem, we found out that our choice of eateries for one of the parties was under RENOVATION like 6 hours prior. You can imagine chaos right then!

And I sorta cemented closeness with a sorta new addition of my existing "Gang" so to speak. We truly love you! (And I am saying this on behalf of like 80% of us) and I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED THAT NIGHT and YOUR PACT FOR REVENGE!!! But it is fine. Your secret is safe with me. You are a bad liar, FYI!

Classes were long and really required a lot from me. I have not fallen asleep NOR skipped any classes or lectures yet as of today. Phew! Hopefully I can make this the semester where I am well-behaved and be a good student. *fingers crossed*

I also commenced this module which SHOULD BE CALLED "National Brain-washing Propaganda Programme" but it is not. Thankfully, the lecturer is soooo remarkable and modernistic, so to speak that she actually sold the lessons very well. Mostly due to her unearthing of gossips, dark controversies and generally, extremely politically incorrect statements. She is like the a tolerant version of the American Moore fat-guy. The only topic she covered so far which is actually in the syllabus is "Getting to Know the Natives of East Malaysia!" Haha

This was also the month where many dark secrets were unfold and let out, which till today haunts me a little. Ah how April has taught me to dig deeper when gathering thoughts and opinions; never ever resolving to superficial facts! How amazing it is when such stories emerge from the depths of an undiscovered abyss. Though a shock but a very comforting one at that.

Prom has come and gone. Ah the Panic! has dissolved at quite an astonishing speed. How shopping for the One-Night-Only affair has led to me buying stuffs I will NEVER NEED AGAIN! But hey I learned where to get all those snazzy flea market merchandises on SALE!

The events leading up to Prom Nite itself is very much deserving of SEVERAL blogposts but since I am a lazy blogger, a summary will suffice to vet your appetite for now.

I woke up after sleeping for barely 5 hours, to the sounds of "Happy Tree Friends" (Yes, the person who called me has the personality of characters from said cartoon series!) so as to follow another friend to shop for his clothes for the night. It was like 10 am and 8 hours before the event started. Since said latter friend was an easily-contented male shopper, we were done quite early BUT I... ended up buying more stuffs =( After getting home, we spent waaayyyyy too much time parading in our 'looks' for the night and before we knew it, we were gonna be late for our hair appointment in downtown KL. So reschedule lor.

And OMGKNNCCBWTF we met with this horrendous traffic jam just as we entered Bukit Bintang area. The speed at which we drove was 1m/15min. Grr. Okeh, now about the haircut. I really liked what the guy did for me (though I think he wanted to do a cut similar to having a dead squirrel on my head had my hair been long enough). Unfortunately, my hair isn't really evident in the pictures but I rocked it! I really wished I had the Bernard Chandran-lookalike 'artistic director' though. I got someone who looked like a younger version of Marc Jacobs.

The coolest thing is... people keep on asking if I cut my hair AGAIN cos it looks different everyday. Honestly, I am too un-industrious to spend more than 30 seconds on my hair.

When we were set to leave said mall, IT WAS POURING CATS AND DOGS OUTSIDE. So in a surge of hormonal irregulation, I bought a friggin' expensive umbrella to cross the street of width 5 metres. Changed in the carpark and I guess the securities manning the CCTVs saw everything... and I drove for like 2 minutes, evading the jam and got to the Prom's venue in one piece, dry and dashing. *cough cough*

A point worthy of noting is that the other car my friends were in took 2 hours to get from Pavilion to Sg Wang. LoL

Well nothing much can be said about the event, an evening of camwhoring with everybody and "Hi, darling!" "I love your look, beautiful!" "OMG, you are shimmering tonight!". It was comforting to get some compliments back as well. =) By the end of the night, I was having a little headache and my eyes blurry from all the flashes. The food sucked, but I won't know. I only stayed at my table till the 3rd dish before setting off to take powershots with who's-who at campus.

Hence, I ended up suffering from gastric pains at the end of the night and resorted to McD drive-thru in the wee hours of the morning.

If you have me on facebook, then maybe you can see the pics. There are close to 70 albums!

It was World Book Day yesterday so some of the bookaholics in my gang headed off to BookXcess at Amcorp Mall to get our hands on some cheap buys!!! I manage to control my compulsive book-purchasing disorder and left with 4 only! I think I saw a pink blogger there but I dono, never met the guy before. Other familiar faces spotted were Joanna Bessey and Na'a Murad?

Last random comment: Definitely, Maybe has gotta be the most painful romantic comedy I have ever watched. Definitely, not Maybe. I was wringing in my seat in the whole. OMG When is this gonna end??? Super-confusing plot and Ryan Reynolds isn't even that hawt there.

And... GUESS WHO HAS A BRAND-NEW IPOD TOUCH???

That's me in scrubs.

OMG I AM SO MADLY IN LOVE WITH IT! But not half as much as the sweetheart who bought it for me! (The BF la, duh!)

I love you, dear!

Panic!

Ahem!

Prom is coming around the corner... so much sooner than I expected.

It's just like to celebrate our upcoming transition from medical to clinical training.

And ah yes! PANIC!!!

Notably, being a fantabulous fag and all requires me to pull out all the gimmicks and whatever thingamajigs and really dress to the nines for this event.

Ah I also gotta prepare a change cos the gang's planning to paint the town red after the whole event. Which points to possible spottings, maybe.

It is so stressful having a happening life. LoL

However, main concerns of mine constitute the 6 H's.

Hot. Haute. Handsome. Heavy. High. Ho.

Hot - Gosh! The tux!!! I am so gonna burn in it. I am more of a slacker beach boy. I was actually hunting for something ala Patrick Dempsey in Enchanted but nehhh.... narrowed in to something that is contemporary meets medieval.

Haute - Cos that's what the hairstylist and make-up [just kidding] promised me.

Handsome - Ah well at least The BF thinks so. Worried about my tan, a lil.

Heavy - Sighs. Been trying to burn some inches off to not much avail as of yet. Also, my whole ensemble is not heavy on colour =(

High - This is like such a high life thingy with people really splurging on RM2k suits and Rm1k gowns already. I also have to control myself and not be too high ending up being a freakshow.

Ho - camw(HO)ring... Ah I will so totally rock this, I hope? *crosses fingers*



It is so hard to impress when I already have this LOUD fashionista-ish [in like a totally metro way] appearance and reputation during NORMAL days in university. Everytime I see something I like and ask for opinions from the friends...

"But you wear like this to uni one what? Where got spesel? So boring for you."

Guess I will just have to make an entrance exuding fabulosity much alike to my lady Kimora Lee Simmons!


I am so anx-ner-cited.

That's a cocktail of anxious, nervous and excited!

Update!

1. If anyone saw a guy garbed in Zara and AX walking around 1U while unfabulously eating a bowl of or ah mee sua (Oyster Vermicelli) yesterday, it wasn't me okeh!

2. I have developed a phobia of boring people. Really.

3. I have also started learning Tamil, rather diligently. Very useful language. Using Cantonese vulgarities is so 90s trend.

The Rest of Life

John F. Kennedy said, "The courage of life is a magnificent mixture of triumph and tragedy. A man does what he must, in spite of personal consequences, in spite of obstacles and dangers and pressures. And that is the basis of all morality".

The rest of our lives is a long time.

And whether we realise it or not, it is being shaped right now.

We can choose to blame our circumstances on fate or bad luck or bad choices or we can fight back.

Things aren't always going to be fair in the real world, that's just the way it is but for the most part you get what you give.

Have you ever wondered? What's worse? Not getting everything you wished for or getting it but finding out it's not enough?

The rest of your life is being shaped right now with the dreams you chase, the choices you make and the person you decide to be. The rest of your life is a long time and the rest of your life starts right now.

Calcium and Lactose

There is nothing more grim than the prospects of returning back to the routine of classes and lectures after a short yet sorta-fulfilling holiday period. And me and some friends set out for a sorta delusional final escape to rejuvenate ourselves in view of the inevitable Monday.

Sure is a wonderful-tasting milk at a wonderful price.

I do! I do! Totally revived my love for dairy! Hehe

My BBQ Chicken Sandwich (appears to be Gardenia bread huh?), Iced Mocha and fanciful company.

I love this deer at our table.

A homemade national flag. How patriotic huh.

The gallery on the wall.

Fact? or faux pas?

Playing naughty scrabble!

Born A Superhero

Wow!

Wisteria Lane

I might as well, move into the neighbourhood with likes of Susan, Bree and Lynette.

My househusband instincts are going on hyperdrive.

Oh well, at least I am not desperate.

Odd Things Happen to Me

Right now, I am in this CC with the guy next to me blasting (like really loudly) MVs of Paris Hilton, Celine Dion and M2M ... I am like dumbfounded.

So why am I here?

As fate would have it, I was woken up at 8am by my highschool friends (those who are in town) to go for a dimsum breakfast (yeah the old ritual where we used to skip morning assemblies and sneak back into classes) and then...

I was dragged to this CC (very clean, smoke-free, reasonable rates) to play Command & Conquer: Red Alert! Maklumlah, I am not very good at this RPGs. But I entertain diorang jer la.

Yes, at this very early hour!

Okay... got more funny things befallen my path okeh?

One fateful morning I was following the Surgeon (my idol no. 2) doing ward rounds in the wee hours and a nurse (she must be really blurred from the midnight shift)... asked me, "Are you a new doctor here? How should I call you, doc?"

I am like, "Err... I am still a student" to which she commented, "Eh you look like the Surgeon la, brothers ah?"

Hmm... So weird!

Then while I was on OBGYN posting (Obstetrics and Gynaecology), I saw a lot of really gross things growing out of you-know-where. Which will leave me traumatised for some time to come.

Okay, but the main point is... on one occasion, I was dressed all ready to the nines for the OT (scrubs, cap and mask) and I was listening to the yakking specialist I was following, when suddenly I was groped in the butt, quite roughly.

OUCH!

Then, the perpetrator spoke, "Eh Oops! Wrong person I thought you were (insert name of the Surgeon, my idol No.2)! Sorry ah"

He was the urologist.

I have also patients who commented about me to their grandchildren who happen to be my classmates.

Gosh, imagine what kinda things surgeons do to each other in the vicinity of the Operation Theatre huh? Lucky anaesthetists would enjoy the freeflow of cold air and barely clothed surgeons prodding in and out?

Nasty!

End note: The Procedure for Prolapse and Haemorrhoidectomy (PPH) will leave anyone with a distaste for intimacy and playing with guns and staplers. =S

Recently

Home is where the heart is, huh?

Well, I am technically in my hometown, doing some elective posting with my family's favourite physician.

Imagine Grey's Anatomy.

Where Izzie, Cristina, Meredith, Alex run around Addison, McDreamy, McSteamy (drools!) and Bailey the Nazi. (true up to Season 3). Where the young ones are being tortured, or subjected to whatever 'training' the seniors deem fit. Ah the inevitable unkind words and sinister laughter when someone falters.

Except this is a 10-hour long stint daily. Not a 45-minute episode per week!

"You're supposed to know this! Why don't you know this?" "Pay close attention!" "No, you cannot see this!" "You are not colourblind, assess correctly!" "If you don't know this, you will FAIL!"


And like, WHO ELSE IN THE WHOLE WIDE EARTH HAS DO TO HOMEWORK WHEN THEY ARE ON ELECTIVE?????

Nobody, but me. Yes people. I have to go home and study and complete assignments to present to my external supervisor =(

Even after long long days, sometimes with no lunch break.

But all's well.

I am grumbling here. But OMG I am learning so much, seen/touched/heard/percussed a lot of the pathological manifestations ONLY seen/described in theory.

Also, it does not hurt when I am acknowledged for answering questions correctly.

I can see worse things coming in the later years so I guess this is preparation for the onslaught? To be fair, the doctors I am following are very passionate about their jobs and naturally have higher expectations. Okay, not all. But mostly they are very inspiring and motivating lor.

In them, I see hope for the country! [Like the recent tides of change in politics la...]

Especially my supervisor. OMG his philosophical talks are so uplifting and encouraging. Like he is a celestial being-incarnate or something like that. Like HOW CAN ANYONE BE SO NEUTRAL AND NICE?

I wanna be like him. He is my Superhero!

In summary, my routine (6 days/week) goes like this:

Wake up, Surgery/Imaging, Lunch [sometimes unavailable], Clinic Hours, (Gym [whenever I am not lazy, and that's very often]), Home, HOMEWORK, Call the BF, SLEEEEEPPP.

Press *repeat*.

One word: NO LIFE!

Naked people, cleaning poo, examining newborn babies, boobies, vaginas [I have seen more in a week than most straight guys would dream of, in a lifetime! And this involves sticking long, slim sticks into them], touching patients at various parts of their bodies, gasping at fountains of blood [SOOOOO MUCH BLOOOD!|!!! Good thing I am not into the vampire cult], received the arrival of new life into the world, listening to yelling angry patients, neurotic hypochondriacs, collapsing patients et cetera.

Also, watching floating faeces on video! And AMITRYPTYLLINE - the magic pill!

One question: WHY zero HOT GUY PATIENTS????? Whyyyy??? =(

All in all, an overwhelming holistic experience!


*But, but, but... my heart is longing for somewhere else. ;P



Ad Errata: If there's any mistakes in any form, I apologise. I am freeloading off the paediatrician's comp while she's away.

Quote(s) of the Day

Introduction:

Semerah Padi (SP) : Vainpot. Rojakpot. Mixed ethnicity until dono what already. Has genes from every country in this continent. Almost. Pendatang asing. Kakakaka just kidding.

Superhero Sidekick (SS) : Obsessive Passionate blogger. Housemate. Hyper-on-Energizer batteries. Spare parts (like marbles) not included.

Both are very close friends and I see them on a too regular basis. WE (plus other members of The Gang) move as a single amoeba.


Scene:

MSN Conversation. Last night. Topic of discussion: Convocation & Graduation Prom. Hence, we were bitching discussing on some people from our class, gossips, happenings and the sort. Also, about what to wear to prom and how to maximise the holidays and what are our ambitions are! *pukes* [We are going to change how things are done around here! *beaming smile*]

Eventually, we spoke about Hairstyles.

SP: Errrrrr.................. you got hair meh?
Me: Eh, I am NOT "insert name of the brother from another mother. and father"!!!
SP: Come to think of it, I never noticed your hair ah?
Me: Grr. [After 18 months?????]
SP: What is your hair like anyway?
SS: He got the typical gay guy hair lor.

Me: Faints and dies....

SS is also the person who sent me an sms saying:

"I think I just saw two turtles fucking in my condo's pond."

Worst 15 Minutes of My Life

(in recent history, that is... Not totally ever)

I woke up this morning, with much reluctance, to pay bills. Yes boring.

As I got home, I noticed the utter silence. Pindrop silence.

[Usually my PC will be buzzing away and the antique air-conditioning thing will be woosh-ing away.]

PANIC!

I immediately ran to the electric box or whatever its called near the main door and flicked the switch up. And down. And up. Again and again.

NOTHING.

Shite. MY PRONNNN!!!!!

*I MUST GET ELECTRICITY BACK!

And the second thing that crossed my mind was, THE FRIDGE!!!!! My ice-creammmm...

Thirdly, I thought of how I am going to survive in a enclosed space with no cool air or working fan.

Fourthly, I thought, maybe this is the right time to panic!

Fifthly, I decided against the above line and chose to be calm.

So I left the house to check out if my neighbours are experiencing the same problem.

Heck. Everybody's at work.

Then I opened the door to the electric mainboard right outside the smallest room of my apartment. WTF SO MANY WIRES AND SWITCHES! No way I am touching anything, I don't wanna be electrocuted to char siew! [Non-halal, sorry!]

And as I walked to the lobby of my floor, I thought I should probably leave early for my lunch with extended family.

LIFTS NOT WORKING! WTFDOT.

No way I am gonna go down on the staircase on what seems like a thousand flights of stairs.

Then, I heard, "Hello! Hello!" with some inaudible grumbling animal-like sounds.

Suddenly, a hand pops out of the door of housemate-from-the-smallest-room's "bad day lift".

I ran. HANTUUUUU!!!!! *eh like horror movie okeh!*

Only when I reached the living room and calmed down, I thought, "That should be a poor guy stuck in elevator la hor?"

At that very moment, I heard some random clickety-clacks and the electricity's back.

Peace and order is restored once again. =)

Cure for a Screwed Up Life

Not approved by FDA nor KKM!

p.s. Anyways, I survived and am going to 3rd year of med school! I still can't believe it! I think I am having a prolonged overdose on serotonin, dopamine, cocaine and other whatever endogenous neurochemicals. Resulting in severely altered behaviour, shortened attention span and psychotropic high.

I think I did very naughty things with my results slip when I got drunk last night!

Whoa!

Finally, my 2nd year finals (except that it wasn't held at the end of the academic year) are over and done with! I hope I did well enough to survive thru med school. [Results next week!]

Having to sit for a clinical examination paper (2 consecutive days) just tells me I am this much closer to really be on the job soon.

Anyways, shan't bore you peeps with my boring-ness. I have been doing nothing but SLEEP and EAT and surf the NET (press 'repeat')

I found this cool guy singing on youtube. Nick Pitera.

Just watch and listen to him. OMGawd... so geng! Not perfect but whoa.

Doesn't hurt that he is kinda cute. ;P

[Tim, don't start the t***k comment again pls!]

*Try listening to HIM, without looking at the screen... then you will understand what I mean with his WHOA! factor.

Bleeding Love

A Whole New World from Disney's Aladdin

Part of Your World from Disney's The Little Mermaid

One Sweet Day, originally by Mariah Carey & Boyz II Men

At this moment there are 6,470,918,671 people in the world.

Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just not facing the truth. Some are evil men at war with good, and some are good struggling with evil. Six billion people in the world. Six billion souls.

Give or take a few and sometimes all you need is one.

For better or for worse.

Life is funny sometimes. It can push pretty hard but if you look close enough, you can find hope in the words of children, in the bars of the song and in the eyes of someone you love. And if you're lucky, if you're the luckiest person on this entire planet, the person you love decides to love you back.

George Bernard Shaw once wrote;

"There are two tragedies in life. One is to gain your heart's desire. The other is to lose it"


If love is tragic, then give me tragedy. Because I wouldn't give it back for the world.

After Party

So last nite, was the "Surprise!!!" birthday party for me longtime friend, E.

She was majorly moody cos everybody wished her Happy Birthday but no one wanted to hang out with her.

And the pain was amplified by an SMS from E the Second, "I am busy today lah. Why you not doing anything today ah?"

Little did E the Birthday Girl know that her BF and E the Second and Chinese-Girl-with-French-Name planned her Greek-themed surprise party from the comfort of her own home, with Daddy's help. While they were out buying discounted Baskin Robbins ice-cream for Daddy.

The 'altar'? With her birthday (cup) cakes.

Everybody brought some food ala potluck. I brought... soft drinks. LOL

There was pasta, pizza, salads, fruits (which was hardly partaken), homemade ayam goreng, nuggets, longans, lokams and KFC!!!


And we had like 60% leftovers.

Anyways, when she came in... she had the shock of her life. And was moved to tears.

Hurray US!

The cuppacake cupcakes I bought.

So we ate and talked and laughed and drank... longan with Sprite. No alcohol =(

Hey we played drinking games using the fruits ... Botak Kin had to consume a whole watermelon [sliced, of course] cos he lost to everybody. Hmph challenge the Hippo's manhood somemore lah.

Quotes from Botak Kin:

"I am pregnant with a watermelon." "I am going to poo and make the toilet all red and when my mum sees the toilet, she will think I just started menstruating." "You ho! Wait... I fertilise you with watermelon seeds!"

Other notable moments included the notable Pelf doing his lame arsey depiction of a comatosed patient (A retard trying to draw!!!) and a choo-choo! train (Farking while smoking!) during Charades.

A good night out with kerazee people. Making me less guilty for staying away from studying, a bit. The other plus point is that almost everyone there were like HOT STUFF ok! OMGawd. Congregation of young hotties (of both genders of coz!)

Her pet prawns shed their exoskeleton during the party.

NEXT SCENE:

Gardens MV. Friday. Malaysia's Federal Territories Day.

An small quaint party of 5 guys to bid adieu to Kekex who is bound for Aussie soon and celebrate PaperBagBoy's 19th birthday this weekend.

It has been a while, hasn't it?

Tim's a fan of potatoes. *winks*

My Grilled Duck Breast with grass-donno-what with oranges.

Tonnes of b*tching and laughing.

The Party of Five.

We adjourned for desserts before parting ways. [OMFG sounds so poignant!]

And saw a familiar face on the way out of Alexis. ;P

P.S. Kekex, WE WILL MISS YOU! and your JOKES *cough cough* Take care of yourself Down Under, sweetie!

And see you Monday.

Mmm mmm...

A day initially planned to go birthday-gift shopping (for a girl friend's glorious 21st birthday) ended up being a day of Ikea-food splurging and...

CUPCAKES!!!

After miles of hunting for a perfect present to leave a lasting impression (and satisfy a longing sweet tooth), I stumbled upon cuppacakes by +wondermilk! Go visit their site and you will fall in love (drop-dead) with their OMGawd-SO-PRETTY!!! works of art, which will end up in your tummy somehow!


They are almost, too good, to eat! ;P

As of 1.00 p.m. 30th January, they are fully booked till 16th February!!!

So, we got a pretty rosey garden themed box for the Girl-Who-is-Turning-Legal-Tomorrow!


Cos she farking doesn't want politely declined alcohol.

Since we were already in the area, the hubby and I went to the Curve to err... jalan-jalan, cari makan? and ended up in the Ikea Restaurant for lunchie.

Walking down the aisle between the payment counters and the snacks place ... is a distinctive olfactory stimulating experience:

The smell of new furniture and other household appliances + The aroma of fresh currypuffs and hotdogs!!!!~!!!@!!@!!!


Anyways, I terjumpa the cupcake chic place... so decided to pop in for a peek then the people there tried to stuff me with shortbread and err... encouraging me to join the store's facebook group for exclusive discounts!

WTFDOT.



So this is what I we bought.


Dono what the names were.

Got one CNY special with lychee, apple, 24 karat (which is a carrot cake! *COUGHS*), some apple thingy, envy (green tea...) and the red velvet.

Tasted fine. Didn't hate it. Don't love it either. Passable.

Appearances - Not flattering. The names however, are a tad too imaginative.

Anyways, I googled and found their site... And I quote and unkuote:

"When we started Cupcake Chic in early 2007, we decided we would bury the rampant "dumb blonde" cupcakes (which looked pretty but lacked quality) that had started to flood urban Kuala Lumpur and bring back THE cupcake to its original heyday."

DUMB BLONDE???

WTFDOT.

Is that why the cupcakes from YOU are so ... unglam?

'Nuff said.


Today was not a productive day from the perspective of my upcoming Finals though.


P.S. Back to studying Drugs Affecting Gastrointestinal Motility.


Hmm. How appropriate.

Terror!

I am TERRIFIED of MARTHA STEWART!!!

She strikes fear in me.

Her demeanour. Her composure. Her lisp.


I think maybe she resembles a terrorist-like relative who terrorised my childhood with her beyond-imaginable hopes of 'everyone in the family must be prim and proper and cultured'.

TERROR.

P.S. But I am glued to the sofa everytime The Martha Stewart Show comes on TV, no matter how hard I terribly resist.

She is EVIL!!!

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