<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942</id><updated>2012-02-11T00:11:35.193+08:00</updated><category term='Absence.'/><category term='I hate pistachio.'/><category term='Destiny tore us apart. MWAHAHA.'/><category term='Revenge is always sweet.'/><category term='It all comes down to this.'/><category term='maybe.'/><category term='Have you ever been loved?'/><category term='Geek got lost in the crowds'/><category term='Maybe even if we were friends.'/><category term='We were so near but yet so far lah.'/><category term='so why deny?'/><category term='It&apos;s too late'/><category term='I hate you.'/><category term='You know it too'/><category term='Where are you now?'/><category term='You seem so far.'/><category term='Fuck this lagging computer now.'/><category term='All the same.'/><category term='This aint getting any better.'/><category term='Guilt.'/><category term='Be bold'/><category term='Anothe moment of regret.'/><category term='An abrupt ending to their secret affair.'/><category term='Friends are those who help you.'/><category term='You thought you could change me but it ended up with me changing you.'/><category term='Secrets.'/><category term='Differentiate.'/><category term='they make her black.'/><category term='Hate'/><category term='Erase my mind of your face.'/><category term='I&apos;m making a mistake now.'/><category term='I&apos;m dying to say those things'/><category term='I thought you said it wouldn&apos;t be.'/><category term='Truimph.'/><category term='I don&apos;t want things to go wrong.'/><category term='Happy Birthday Roshan.'/><category term='Is this really happening?'/><category term='Your face kills all.'/><category term='Forced by the lies she&apos;s been faced.'/><category term='where&apos;s geek?'/><category term='A moment of regret.'/><category term='Missing them seems like an eternity.'/><category term='TheGEEK-theory.'/><category term='I don&apos;t think she&apos;ll make it through the night.'/><category term='Fuck my super fucking life.'/><category term='Never say goodbye.'/><category term='Finding you in the crowd wasn&apos;t easy.'/><category term='COOKIE MONSTERS(:'/><category term='Bloody hell care.'/><category term='She never understood her'/><category term='All this guilt'/><category term='Hello beautiful:D'/><category term='Fate.'/><category term='Lying to you.'/><category term='a win.'/><category term='Because of your ignorance'/><category term='Who i was and who i am.'/><category term='i guess.'/><category term='They don&apos;t have faith.'/><category term='Boredooooooooooom.'/><category term='Falling away from you seem so tragic.'/><category term='bye.'/><category term='Finally'/><category term='Red eyes'/><category term='You got me on my knees'/><category term='Downright to the bottom of nowhere.'/><category term='JANA BANANA:D'/><category term='Reality strikes hard.'/><category term='This isn&apos;t how it&apos;s supposed to be.'/><category term='To be the last one to know.'/><category term='Ignorance is bliss.'/><category term='---------'/><category term='And Geek is still the hot everything.'/><category term='BITTERSWEET.'/><category term='When the cat&apos;s away'/><category term='Tear my heart open.'/><category term='they swore.'/><category term='she&apos;s screwing it.'/><category term='Everything is fast when it comes to floorball:D'/><category term='True friends are those who helps you when in need'/><category term='anway.'/><category term='Sunshine.'/><category term='They dance like whores.'/><category term='Three sleepless nights.'/><category term='my darling'/><category term='Prove it if you think you&apos;re anti-bimbo.'/><category term='I hate to love you.'/><category term='I hate school.'/><category term='Life&apos;s like that.'/><category term='Your lies; her cries.'/><category term='Her naive heart'/><category term='Thanks for the memories.'/><category term='It&apos;s hard to know you&apos;re out there somewhere in this world.'/><category term='They take advises for insults.'/><category term='They don&apos;t realise they&apos;re losing out in the end.'/><category term='Noshit.'/><category term='be bold but not too bold:D'/><category term='Time is money. HAHA'/><category term='Days keep passing.'/><category term='If looks could kill'/><category term='Tell me now before it&apos;s late.'/><category term='scream out words they&apos;ll never hear.'/><category term='Goaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal'/><category term='Too late to find it.'/><category term='You lied to me when you said you loved me.'/><category term='Dead was the poet.'/><category term='Plastic dummy.'/><category term='Empty diary'/><category term='They had joy'/><category term='Crushed by your sweetest looks.'/><category term='not the whole thing.'/><category term='Confusion.'/><category term='And her sorrows carries a shadow behind.'/><category term='Kabhi Alvida Na Kehnaa.'/><category term='I never could tell you my real feelings.'/><category term='Finding other takers than me.'/><category term='And i now i see it&apos;s you that&apos;s tearing me.'/><category term='Stand by me.'/><category term='divided we fall.'/><category term='You know your face brings joy to me?'/><category term='Mean girls take the lead.'/><category term='Was that day supposed to be the last time i&apos;ll ever be seeing you?'/><category term='I wonder what Geek&apos;s doing right now and where geek is.'/><category term='Adrenaline.'/><category term='Since you went away.'/><category term='same song different chorus.'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='They think they&apos;re the only ones when they&apos;re just part of the ones.'/><category term='The way you smile'/><category term='help needed to find geek.'/><category term='it makes me go wild.'/><category term='Lethargic.'/><category term='hatred speaks.'/><category term='Hello there.'/><category term='The Glory in a Nepalese blood.'/><category term='Did i see you just too late?'/><category term='Treats are gifts.'/><category term='MUTTONS'/><category term='When Geek saw Jenny.'/><category term='I&apos;ll prove it up to you.'/><category term='A living masquerade.'/><category term='Such devotion?'/><category term='You never really did have the courage to tell me the truth.'/><category term='Confidence is half the victory.'/><category term='The days are nearing for demoliton.'/><category term='Okay fine'/><category term='BIMBO TALK:D'/><category term='we started it first.'/><category term='I&apos;m regretting all because of this.'/><category term='Practise what you preach.'/><category term='We rock'/><category term='It&apos;s only unfair.'/><category term='powdered face and a forced smile.'/><category term='No shit'/><category term='I&apos;m changing myself so that i&apos;ll forget everything.'/><category term='Self destruction'/><category term='they had fun; all those things which i dearly want.'/><category term='An apology for the hurt.'/><category term='Such sacrifice.'/><category term='I thought things were improving but you end up coming back to my mind.'/><category term='Shut up and let&apos;s just go.'/><category term='Don&apos;t think you know me well.'/><category term='And then i need you.'/><category term='NIDARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNITA.'/><category term='Waiting for the next attack.'/><category term='I miss my contact lens:('/><category term='Been waiting far too long.'/><category term='They have it all.'/><category term='Bloody hell great.'/><category term='Damsel of death.'/><category term='Be honoured my friend.'/><category term='Hasn&apos;t been this way before.'/><category term='i&apos;ll see him again.'/><category term='It drove her to obsession.'/><category term='Soccer is funny when girls play it.'/><category term='Come online lah hoy.'/><category term='I do like him'/><category term='you know.'/><category term='Dying in your arms.'/><category term='How long more?'/><category term='Tomorrow&apos;s the day'/><category term='Fight pettiness.'/><category term='United we stand'/><category term='What&apos;s up with favouritsm?'/><category term='Fabregas:D'/><category term='i know.'/><category term='how did you end up this way?'/><category term='Did you see that? Where?'/><category term='Changing her thoughts.'/><category term='It&apos;s a curse.'/><category term='Knowing myself better.'/><category term='INDIAN IDOL; Prashant Tamang vs Amit Paul.'/><category term='Dearest Jenny'/><category term='In lovers name'/><category term='JENNY:D'/><category term='Forever seems too long.'/><category term='Can&apos;t blame her'/><category term='Why this damn feeling now?'/><category term='You&apos;re not making this easy.'/><category term='Where are you lah?'/><category term='Oh shitface'/><category term='The process of depression.'/><category term='Happy Birthday Alena.'/><category term='The cause of a perfect disaster.'/><category term='When you walk away.'/><category term='It starts with you'/><category term='she&apos;s fooled.'/><category term='You wouldn&apos;t realise her feelings cos you never ever felt it before.'/><category term='GEEEEEK lah GEEEEK.'/><category term='not walk away.'/><category term='Her heartbeat fell when she saw that face.'/><category term='you&apos;d be a murderer.'/><category term='Making them realise'/><category term='Wooopiieeeeeee.'/><category term='Finding things that i never wanted to.'/><category term='Bharat:D'/><category term='Bye bye'/><category term='the mouse starts to play.'/><category term='her voice was lost.'/><category term='Glad you know me now.'/><category term='You don&apos;t like what you see in the mirror.'/><category term='T. T It holds a meaning.'/><category term='Calls for a celebration.'/><category term='I&apos;ll take your life too.'/><category term='Nita&apos;s birthday.'/><title type='text'>NEMESIS</title><subtitle type='html'>The cause of a perfect disaster.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5559</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-2879666397962706712</id><published>2012-02-10T09:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T09:41:33.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Night was pretty okay. Felt so sleepy. One of my patient passed away. Felt so bad man. I feel like i could have done more to help him or be more comfortable. Dang.. he always used to say sorry and thank you. SIGHS. &lt;div&gt;Anyway.. planned to donate blood today but i'm feeling extremely sleepy man. Plus one more night later, i doubt i'll make it through tho i think i'll be rejected for blood donation anyway. Have a feeling i'll have low Hb. Always having giddy spells. Hmm but let's see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall donate tomorrow cos i'm off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came and i switched on my laptop to watch The moon that embraces the sun. I frickin gave up my sleep leh, like drama before it. And.... it's not sub yet. Arghhhhhhhhhhh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess i better sleep fast then. Good...morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-2879666397962706712?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2879666397962706712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=2879666397962706712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/2879666397962706712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/2879666397962706712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/02/night-was-pretty-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-526595156244970324</id><published>2012-02-09T05:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T05:27:02.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j7Il2-aOPcE/TzLnX8DQCFI/AAAAAAAAJEo/2s5roKTp4HA/s1600/tumblr_lz2blx9WGg1qfvvzeo1_r1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j7Il2-aOPcE/TzLnX8DQCFI/AAAAAAAAJEo/2s5roKTp4HA/s400/tumblr_lz2blx9WGg1qfvvzeo1_r1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706878076274608210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did nothing the whole day, slept. Woke up at 7.30pm. Sighs. &lt;div&gt;Had a shock when i saw Jana's tweet. Blood bank's seriously having a shortage of blood and apparently, today, a doctor called for one pine of blood and got refused and they said if only the patient is critical and dying then they'll give. Whoa. Heard the patient had a Hb of 7.6. Whoa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on people, let's donate blood. Shall donate tomorrow and hopefully it'll be a success lah cos i'll always get rejected. Dang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night shift later, dammit, i'll most probably get sent to Team 1 cos i just found out Joseph's also night shift and he'll be taking the male side.. Dang. Please let it be a peaceful night. It's also been AGES since i took Team 1.. dang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-526595156244970324?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/526595156244970324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=526595156244970324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/526595156244970324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/526595156244970324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-did-nothing-whole-day-slept.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j7Il2-aOPcE/TzLnX8DQCFI/AAAAAAAAJEo/2s5roKTp4HA/s72-c/tumblr_lz2blx9WGg1qfvvzeo1_r1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-1191099178414646983</id><published>2012-02-08T06:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T06:51:35.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hard choices and sacrifices do not keep you warm at night. Life’s too damn short and too damn long to go through it without someone at your side. Fight for love.&lt;br /&gt;— The Three Musketeers~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw this on Moon's facebook status. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O.O Makes me think from another perspective. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-1191099178414646983?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1191099178414646983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=1191099178414646983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/1191099178414646983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/1191099178414646983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/02/hard-choices-and-sacrifices-do-not-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-3618003850734791137</id><published>2012-02-08T06:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T06:47:44.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TV8a6OLqa1w/TzGnI7Fw5TI/AAAAAAAAJEc/PQPiGP125Y8/s1600/tumblr_lu1gkd0Me51qehxngo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TV8a6OLqa1w/TzGnI7Fw5TI/AAAAAAAAJEc/PQPiGP125Y8/s400/tumblr_lu1gkd0Me51qehxngo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706525974597788978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody bloody busy day yesterday. Omg. F man F. Arghhhhhhhhhhhhh. &lt;div&gt;Transfer, three new admissions at the same time. Relatives asking one thousand questions. Doctors who still don't do anything after informing them. Arghhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went break at 7.45pm man, 7.45pm, wtf. And i had to return by 8pm to transfer. My poor SN didn't even go for break. Too damn busy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg. And most of the time, it was relatives. Fck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We updated the relatives frickin four times about the same patient and about the same thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone came at different times and all wanted an update. It's very irritating you know. Who's the spokesperson yo?! We can't update every single time to each new family member who comes in man, it's too busy here. Another one who wants an update about CTAP, updated them and they still wanted the Doctor himself to update him but it's already past 6pm yo! The team doctors are already not on call! The relative was starting to be pissed so I called the passive doctor and omg, he told me he's not the right person to update the family cos he's not the primary doctor. What?!! If we don't call the passive then who to call man?! Plus he has to r/v the post CTAP anyway so might as well just spend 5 min seeing and then just telling them about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh. My NIC was like wtf, next time tell him, "oh you're not going to update ah, ok lo.. we'll ask your MO". Lol. In the end, the son was pissed and he said if we upgraded him to B1 or A class ward, maybe the doctor would be here and so on. Da fug? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry sir, all patients are the same. It's still gonna be the same doctor with the same mindset, still gonna be the same meds and the same treatment plan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg why why why? Sighs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank god i'm off today. Reached home around 11pm, KO-ed after that. Woke up at 2.30am, bathed and continued with drama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.45am. I am so hungry man. The only meal i had was the meal i had during my break which i had to shove all the food in. Sighs. At times like this, omg craving for pizza and kfc chicken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast food. Lol. Ok i better sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please let all the troubles go away. Hope for better days ahead! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-3618003850734791137?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3618003850734791137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=3618003850734791137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/3618003850734791137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/3618003850734791137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/02/bloody-bloody-busy-day-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TV8a6OLqa1w/TzGnI7Fw5TI/AAAAAAAAJEc/PQPiGP125Y8/s72-c/tumblr_lu1gkd0Me51qehxngo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-6963821166249217649</id><published>2012-02-07T05:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T05:43:58.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CyzdgjpSJnw/TzBJUART-SI/AAAAAAAAJEQ/0aziRZBlZNM/s1600/tumblr_lx3rxea7PX1qa871so1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CyzdgjpSJnw/TzBJUART-SI/AAAAAAAAJEQ/0aziRZBlZNM/s400/tumblr_lx3rxea7PX1qa871so1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706141335897241890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sleeping lifestyle is so screwed up. I woke up from my nap at 3am, bathed and then watched a drama. It's 5.45am right now. Thank god for PM shift. &lt;div&gt;One more shift and then day off tomorrow. Asa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-6963821166249217649?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6963821166249217649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=6963821166249217649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/6963821166249217649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/6963821166249217649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-sleeping-lifestyle-is-so-screwed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CyzdgjpSJnw/TzBJUART-SI/AAAAAAAAJEQ/0aziRZBlZNM/s72-c/tumblr_lx3rxea7PX1qa871so1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-658663251949704014</id><published>2012-02-07T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T00:42:36.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Extremely hot day. I sweated a lot man. Screw the heat. I don't know why though, when i was in the ward, i felt cold too. Like the shivers you get.. Lol don't tell me it's something supernatural. One of my patient passed away. The day was pretty argh. The thing that kept me super busy was annoying relatives who did not leave us alone. Omg. What is the point of wearing that "medication round, do not disturb" vest when they're still gonna disturb us. Ohmygod can people read or not? &lt;div&gt;Sheez man, i'm like serving meds to one patient and then another patient from another bed calls me. And for what? To give a new set of bajus. Will wearing that baju for just ten minutes kill you? Serving meds is more important please, thanks for your understanding. I had a relative who told me his mom's having phlegm like frickin seven times. No kidding. He even showed the phlegm to us. YES WE GET IT, WE KNOW. We've already informed the doctor, WAIT WAIT WAIT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg wae wae wae people so impatient? Uff there's like 14 patients le, can't do everything at the same time. Sighs. Finished everything only around 10pm. Omg Sister came to us and and asked me if i want to do PM shift tomorrow, i was like YESSSSSSSSSSSSS please! Woohoohoo so i'm PM today. Mad happy. Sleep is vital. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached home around 11pm. Got a shock of my life. Awkward moment please. Fml. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea what to do. Sighs. Anyway, i'm feeling damn damn damn hungry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm like burping gas.. sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleepy, maybe i'll take a nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-658663251949704014?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/658663251949704014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=658663251949704014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/658663251949704014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/658663251949704014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/02/extremely-hot-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-5107546843664087183</id><published>2012-02-06T03:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T03:12:41.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6QUBkqwGujE/Ty7UU6gNrzI/AAAAAAAAJEE/pQz3JQwGQvY/s1600/tumblr_lyvn69Osf31r6sd9fo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6QUBkqwGujE/Ty7UU6gNrzI/AAAAAAAAJEE/pQz3JQwGQvY/s400/tumblr_lyvn69Osf31r6sd9fo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705731233691840306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did nothing productive except to wash my shoes and uniforms. &lt;div&gt;Argh, why can't washing machines make our uniforms white like as tho we hand washed it. Sighs. I mean it does make it clean but i prefer hand washing my uniforms.. whiter. Hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So hungry right now. Woke up at 7pm, had dinner and nothing else. When did i start getting so bloody lazy man? Hmmm... i think it's ever since my parents went Nepal. I used to go jogging everyday back then, sighs. Omg i did skipping today for 100 times and i nearly died. Seriously. Lol no kidding, i felt like i was going into a cardiac arrest. Sheeez i think i better start going for jogs man. Back then i could do 1500, that too after jogging and now with just 100, i felt like dying. Fml. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't go on like this man. Tsk, i know i'm saying all this right now but i have a feeling i'll still be spending my off days sleeping like a log. Lol let's see. Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh god i'm sure about my future man. Sighs, what shall i do, hmmm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i go NY and if i have to start a 4 years degree all over again, shall i still continue nursing or shall i try another degree? Yeah i know many will say my 3 years of nursing diploma will be of waste but no, i think nursing is like for life long. The knowledge i got from it is definitely still going to be of use in my daily life or anywhere. Hmmmm.. haiyah i talk so much and in the end, i'll most prolly still go back to nursing cos although it can suck a lot at times... i enjoy it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heh, okay! Afternoon shift later. Thank god i'm not morning man. It's Monday yo!! The worst of all days in a week. Heh hope the day goes well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-5107546843664087183?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5107546843664087183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=5107546843664087183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/5107546843664087183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/5107546843664087183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/02/did-nothing-productive-except-to-wash.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6QUBkqwGujE/Ty7UU6gNrzI/AAAAAAAAJEE/pQz3JQwGQvY/s72-c/tumblr_lyvn69Osf31r6sd9fo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-8795173481744421881</id><published>2012-02-05T03:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T03:32:41.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling so bloody nauseous and i'm having a sore throat. Argh. &lt;div&gt;I keep thinking about my future. I think i'll be lonely without my friends. Sighssssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope all goes well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day off today, asa! Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-8795173481744421881?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8795173481744421881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=8795173481744421881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/8795173481744421881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/8795173481744421881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/02/feeling-so-bloody-nauseous-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-6988545428194902271</id><published>2012-02-05T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T01:12:34.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day was pretty busy, ah as usual, mornings. &lt;div&gt;Changes, discharges, admissions. Aiiish and to think i was hoping for a more relaxed day cos it was Saturday. KO-ed the moment i reached home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just had a long long conversation with my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAD ASKED ME TO COME NEPAL ON THE 27TH TO MAKE NAKGRITA! OMO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woooohooooooooooooooooooooo. But the time is extremely near man, crap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My time in SG is also super short. After i make my nakgrita in Nepal, i'll come back to SG on the March 5 with my parents and then head to New York on the 11th or so. Dammmmmn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Screw the nakgrita thingy, it's some type of Nepal IC. I should have made it when i went last September but then again, omo it gave me an excuse to go Nepal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again if i go there, my time in SG is really really short and i can't go for my class chalet. It's like my last time in Singapore man... feel like crying at the thought of it. Twenty years in this country, the memories... damn but one day, i have to leave it right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, money's all gonna fly on airfares now. Damn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arghhh. It's like Nepal or Singapore? I want to go Nepal and meet my grandparents and my brother but at the same time, Singapore man... this is where i was born and raised, almost like my home country which holds more memories than Nepal or any place on Earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sighs. This feeling sucks. I think if i could, i prolly wanna stay in Singapore man. SIGHS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay forget it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG PRCP. Getting shit scared about it. Three weeks left, please let everything turn out alright. Omg. Something kinda gave me a shocker yesterday. Damn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok shall watch some other dramas, finished ep 10, daebak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-6988545428194902271?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6988545428194902271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=6988545428194902271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/6988545428194902271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/6988545428194902271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-was-pretty-busy-ah-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-3155582320550418050</id><published>2012-02-04T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T01:14:00.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n3v4DUY53v0/TywVYVAdYVI/AAAAAAAAJD4/yikjJs1HZXk/s1600/tumblr_lyteq8byWJ1qh1a0yo4_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 361px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n3v4DUY53v0/TywVYVAdYVI/AAAAAAAAJD4/yikjJs1HZXk/s400/tumblr_lyteq8byWJ1qh1a0yo4_250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704958335671689554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremely sleepy to the maxz. Day in the ward was pretty okay. If only everyday's like that man. Sighs. Super tired. But i managed to get my ass up and watch ep 9. Hehehe. Awesome. &lt;div&gt;AM shift today and then rest day. Ahhh come on, one more morning Jeni and then sleep all you want! Sighs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-3155582320550418050?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3155582320550418050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=3155582320550418050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/3155582320550418050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/3155582320550418050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/02/extremely-sleepy-to-maxz.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n3v4DUY53v0/TywVYVAdYVI/AAAAAAAAJD4/yikjJs1HZXk/s72-c/tumblr_lyteq8byWJ1qh1a0yo4_250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-4388540549389269325</id><published>2012-02-03T04:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T04:37:36.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wUIihU9M1W8/TyryYTzrOxI/AAAAAAAAJDs/F1-_aPedO1g/s1600/tumblr_lyrkuyGjzL1qb0qc2o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wUIihU9M1W8/TyryYTzrOxI/AAAAAAAAJDs/F1-_aPedO1g/s400/tumblr_lyrkuyGjzL1qb0qc2o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704638377465953042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back to ward and Jana scared me for an instant when she said Team 2's pretty heavy. I was like noooooooooo, i went to ward praying that it'll be empty yo! &lt;div&gt;But omg thank God, FIRST time ever, there were 2 SN, 1 AN and me so one SN took one whole cubicle while i took the other one and the other SN just took charge of everything in general. So... it was pretty okay. Touch wood. In the end, two of my patients discharged and one was transferred out so i was left with four. Hehehe le likes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope the day goes well. Been waiting and waiting for the next episode, not out yet, dammit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also got my roster for the next week, oooh night shift on the 9 and 10th! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe goodnight! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-4388540549389269325?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4388540549389269325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=4388540549389269325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/4388540549389269325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/4388540549389269325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/02/back-to-ward-and-jana-scared-me-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wUIihU9M1W8/TyryYTzrOxI/AAAAAAAAJDs/F1-_aPedO1g/s72-c/tumblr_lyrkuyGjzL1qb0qc2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-6503609285354228099</id><published>2012-02-02T04:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T04:15:16.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-onyYf6bEuIc/TymarUOO76I/AAAAAAAAJDg/bDOXClkxYAU/s1600/tumblr_lyoez8NF4m1qkxbp5o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-onyYf6bEuIc/TymarUOO76I/AAAAAAAAJDg/bDOXClkxYAU/s400/tumblr_lyoez8NF4m1qkxbp5o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704260471994904482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, irritating Dipa kept calling me to bake a cake. &lt;div&gt;So i had to wake up at 4.30pm and bake a cake. Didn't turn out well cos i used too many bananas. Damn it. So they crashed my room. Cake and coke, awesome.. Fatty life man. They started using my laptop so i fell asleep. Woke up around 7.30pm or so. They went home finally. Hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started to watch Wild romance cos i really need something to keep me busy while waiting for The moon that embraces the sun. Anyway today, i realized that it's FEBRUARY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT'S FEBRUARY YO! Like finally february. Hehehheheehe and when does PRCP end??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;February 24 BUT the last day will be at school and on february 23, it'll be half day of de-briefing so.... in other wards, our last official day in the ward will be on the 22nd! Omo. Today's already the 2nd of feb. HOOHOOHOO~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear just the thought of it makes my heart feel like bursting seriously. So mad happy man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even now as i'm typing this, i'm giggling to myself. Hehehehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wait. Oh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fck. I just realised that also means... my time in SG is coming to an end. Walau. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am seriously not sure about my future man. What shall i do. Manoj told me our nursing license won't be recognized in US so we'll have to start all over again there. It's frickin four years man!! Although the aftermath will be awesome cos nursing is very high paid there but wtf man, four years of Nursing all over again?! Sheeeeeeeez. Ok i don't really mind that but f man by the time i graduate and start working, i'll be like 24? I always wanted to have a degree before 22. Sighs and also, he says Nursing is extremely competitive there and you need to have a GPA of 3.7. FML.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn man... seriously not sure about my life. On the other hand if it was Aussie, life would have been so much easier without any complications. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What shall i do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sighs, okay anyway before i even start thinking about my future or anything, gotta focus on my present. Hope the day goes well and things will be better. Please let it be empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-6503609285354228099?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6503609285354228099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=6503609285354228099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/6503609285354228099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/6503609285354228099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/02/yesterday-irritating-dipa-kept-calling.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-onyYf6bEuIc/TymarUOO76I/AAAAAAAAJDg/bDOXClkxYAU/s72-c/tumblr_lyoez8NF4m1qkxbp5o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-4376986489120342819</id><published>2012-02-01T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T23:55:59.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ce-fNOgw0Uk/Tylf7NluHfI/AAAAAAAAJDQ/gsuFnmu7wDE/s1600/krHfq_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ce-fNOgw0Uk/Tylf7NluHfI/AAAAAAAAJDQ/gsuFnmu7wDE/s400/krHfq_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704195873906236914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B5uaIqGrHdw/Tylf6_gUe_I/AAAAAAAAJDI/F6nq-Ci_csY/s1600/seven_hanbyul_20110317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B5uaIqGrHdw/Tylf6_gUe_I/AAAAAAAAJDI/F6nq-Ci_csY/s400/seven_hanbyul_20110317.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704195870125489138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Se7en is so gorgeous. He has a beautiful girlfriend, Park Han Byul.&lt;div&gt;They have been together for like 10 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that makes Se7en even gorgeous!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-4376986489120342819?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4376986489120342819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=4376986489120342819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/4376986489120342819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/4376986489120342819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/02/se7en-is-so-gorgeous.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ce-fNOgw0Uk/Tylf7NluHfI/AAAAAAAAJDQ/gsuFnmu7wDE/s72-c/krHfq_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-5684726137316993368</id><published>2012-02-01T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T23:40:52.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GrPN9ae5bSo/TylcfkcvR0I/AAAAAAAAJC8/drnWIZ9nLLg/s1600/TOP%2BBIGBANG%2BFUBU_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GrPN9ae5bSo/TylcfkcvR0I/AAAAAAAAJC8/drnWIZ9nLLg/s400/TOP%2BBIGBANG%2BFUBU_001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704192100471359298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the world is sucha nice place to live in with all these good looking people to look at.&lt;div&gt;Though the saddest part is that they're unreachable.&lt;div&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-5684726137316993368?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5684726137316993368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=5684726137316993368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/5684726137316993368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/5684726137316993368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/02/sometimes-world-is-sucha-nice-place-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GrPN9ae5bSo/TylcfkcvR0I/AAAAAAAAJC8/drnWIZ9nLLg/s72-c/TOP%2BBIGBANG%2BFUBU_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-5299904259154559471</id><published>2012-02-01T06:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T06:43:40.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh crap. Fell asleep while waiting for the videos to load. &lt;div&gt;This time i better wake up to bake a cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-5299904259154559471?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5299904259154559471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=5299904259154559471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/5299904259154559471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/5299904259154559471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/02/argh-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-2824069482118284896</id><published>2012-01-31T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T22:33:59.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fml. Screw all my plans. Slept the whole entire day. &lt;div&gt;I slept around 7am. I did wake up at 10am to transfer my dad's money to Nepal. Went all the way to EH without even cleaning my face or anything. After that, i slept again all the way till 9.30pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear if i lived alone, i think i could have slept all the way till the next day but.. gotta wake up and show my awake face to phupu. Sighs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-2824069482118284896?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2824069482118284896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=2824069482118284896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/2824069482118284896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/2824069482118284896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/fml.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-8626643720834880208</id><published>2012-01-31T05:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T05:04:33.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh i guess only in medical related work, we can tell the people never to come here again huh?&lt;div&gt;Yes, please don't come again, take care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-8626643720834880208?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8626643720834880208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=8626643720834880208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/8626643720834880208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/8626643720834880208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/heh-i-guess-only-in-medical-related.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-8214155570250978535</id><published>2012-01-31T04:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T05:02:51.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S0jwfzdMQsE/Tyb-6Hwc0pI/AAAAAAAAJCw/8b4L0S2xaY8/s1600/tumblr_lxyg5vnoZO1qiwr44o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S0jwfzdMQsE/Tyb-6Hwc0pI/AAAAAAAAJCw/8b4L0S2xaY8/s400/tumblr_lxyg5vnoZO1qiwr44o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703526252579443346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monday morning was shitty to the maxz. Like fml. There were only 2 patients in on cubicle the day before then suddenly, four new patients and ALL came in under heart failure. First time seeing a cardio patient in GS, maybe Cardio ward was full... cos it's too much of a coincidence that all four came on the same day and all four are related to cardio. Lol anyway seriously man the day was f crappy to the maxz. I was so so so so so so pissed to the maxz. Like really on the verge of just screaming my lungs out. &lt;div&gt;It was so busy and omg, the patient's relative KEPT asking about the medications. The doctor already spoke to her about it and then when we were serving it, she kept asking why we're giving her mom that meds. I mean she's the one who kept saying that her mom is complaining of pain so we're giving her painkillers and then still refused. Wahlau. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why but i realised a LOT of people think that panadols are useless. Panadols are like the MOST COMMON meds lah. Like almost all the patients in GS have it. I think they think that it's useless because it's something that can be bought by themselves and because it's a common medicine. I mean that's what i think la. I think that because they find it like a waste to come to the hospital and get served panadol when you can buy that outside but it's like the first line of painkillers we give! We always give that with other stronger painkillers. It's to like prevent it but arghhh makes me so irritated when they keep refusing it and yet they still complain of pain. SIGHS.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, zomgggg. PET PEEVE: When people interrupt during passing report or when we're serving medications. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sighs it was so busy man. Then at 2pm suddenly, there were 3 new admissions all at the SAME time. Rempitttt. Plus it had only been like fifteen minutes since the patient got transferred in, the relative started shouting at us why everything was taking so long and why the doctor hadn't come. At us, nurses. Fck. We have to tolerate everyone's bullshit man. I mean how da fug is our fault if the doctor hasn't come yet. We've done our part by informing him, so now WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg i think the word WAIT and PATIENCE should be plastered everywhere around the ward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn it man, seriously. Plus i took nine cases and i didn't pass report for any. I was like forget it and at 3pm, i went off. I was getting mega stressed man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Nita and Kamala and went Nex. Initially went there to buy bananas but ended up eating Macs too. Lol. KO-ed at home after that. Skyped with my family, awesome. Aiish i feel like staying one year there man. It's like i wanna go NY but at the same time i want to go Nepal too! If i stay at Nepal for a year, it means i can stay in SG till May and complete my graduation, have a long holiday and then explore Nepal but it'll be a lil difficult in NY after that and i'll be 21. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, if i go NY quickly, the thought is exciting but it means i'll have to stay in NY for like some years before i can leave it. SIGHS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What to do?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall bake a cake today, hope i wake up. Awaiting for the next episode, hehehe, Han Ga In, why so pretty?! Need to bathe and sleep, goodnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOD, PLEASE PLEASE let the patients go home. Take care and don't come again, bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-8214155570250978535?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8214155570250978535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=8214155570250978535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/8214155570250978535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/8214155570250978535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/monday-morning-was-shitty-to-maxz.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S0jwfzdMQsE/Tyb-6Hwc0pI/AAAAAAAAJCw/8b4L0S2xaY8/s72-c/tumblr_lxyg5vnoZO1qiwr44o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-5335466075399243414</id><published>2012-01-30T02:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T02:45:30.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PM shift yesterday was pretty okay. Back to ward and all new patients. O.O &lt;div&gt;It went pretty okay.. so sleepy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morning shift later. It's nearing 3am. Looks like i'll only be having like one hour of sleep or so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moon that embraces the sun is addicting. Dang. I don't feel sleepy either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more morning shift today and then two days off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aza Aza, goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-5335466075399243414?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5335466075399243414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=5335466075399243414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/5335466075399243414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/5335466075399243414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/pm-shift-yesterday-was-pretty-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-9211973724368566641</id><published>2012-01-29T05:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T06:06:11.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S33i5zPj7so/TyRu7S4WuqI/AAAAAAAAJCk/nRu0rD6Tdgw/s1600/tumblr_lygj4o71KK1qkxbp5o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S33i5zPj7so/TyRu7S4WuqI/AAAAAAAAJCk/nRu0rD6Tdgw/s400/tumblr_lygj4o71KK1qkxbp5o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702804993117436578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh god sheeeeeez. Why am i always awake at night. Damn.&lt;div&gt;Yesterday i woke up around 4pm. Got ready, went to TP to buy lenses and then headed allllllll the way to Simei. Met my classmates after ages! Felt good. Hehe. Ohmygod my first time at Simei, no joke. I didn't know Eastpoint was there and i didn't know CGH was there too-___-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway we had dinner at 18 chefs. Pretty okay.... after that we went to a playground and chatted for ages. Funny how everything was medical-related. LOL. I swear nursing is sucha conversational topic. Chatted till 11pm and reached home at midnight. Shit man, we shared  ghost stories relating to hospitals and damn it, not looking forward to night shifts now. Yikeeeeeeees. Anyway been watching dramas a lot lately. Started on another, The moon that embraces the sun. Han Ga In is there and i think she is so gorgeous so i wanna see that drama. So far so good. Damn is it ok to look at gorgeous woman as a woman myself? Hmmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's ok. Ok it's 6am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn i need to wake up 5 hours later. Thank god for afternoon shift. I hope my afternoon for tomorrow too. Monday mornings suck to the max, thousands of changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-9211973724368566641?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/9211973724368566641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=9211973724368566641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/9211973724368566641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/9211973724368566641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-god-sheeeeeez.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S33i5zPj7so/TyRu7S4WuqI/AAAAAAAAJCk/nRu0rD6Tdgw/s72-c/tumblr_lygj4o71KK1qkxbp5o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-8588667289197847306</id><published>2012-01-28T06:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T06:21:18.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XMh3Gw7qs6I/TyMif5VTN8I/AAAAAAAAJCY/bvGzW1zqITw/s1600/tumblr_lxz863Uifx1qbrvcno1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XMh3Gw7qs6I/TyMif5VTN8I/AAAAAAAAJCY/bvGzW1zqITw/s400/tumblr_lxz863Uifx1qbrvcno1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702439484542629826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pimples breaking out. Ahh damn, screw my sleeping cycle. &lt;div&gt;At 3am, Daniel started crying and phupu asked me to look at him. He was running a fever and oh god, there was no thermometer in the house so i couldn't know how high it was. Did cold cold compress and his mom gave him paracet. She was thinking of going to A&amp;amp;E but she didn't know the GC car number. And just great, my mama doesn't bring his handphone to work, what's the use for a handphone then? Haiyoh... he's getting better. Let's see how he'll be. If it gets worse, shall go A&amp;amp;E. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going out later, dinner with my classmates. All the way to Simei. No joke. But woohoo meeting them after ages, excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall bathe and sleep, goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-8588667289197847306?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8588667289197847306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=8588667289197847306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/8588667289197847306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/8588667289197847306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/pimples-breaking-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XMh3Gw7qs6I/TyMif5VTN8I/AAAAAAAAJCY/bvGzW1zqITw/s72-c/tumblr_lxz863Uifx1qbrvcno1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-2657467100172240001</id><published>2012-01-27T20:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T20:30:00.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So....i slept at 9am. Woke up at 6pm. Plan to bake a cake or go for a walk down the drain. Don't feel like eating anything right now. Oh gosh, living a fatty life. &lt;div&gt;Ufffff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-2657467100172240001?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2657467100172240001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=2657467100172240001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/2657467100172240001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/2657467100172240001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-8971592344203348728</id><published>2012-01-27T05:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T06:05:40.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Fh-qLv35Ns/TyHNel3oJ7I/AAAAAAAAJCM/Q9sYxJhZVm0/s1600/tumblr_lyd466psFg1qa871so1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Fh-qLv35Ns/TyHNel3oJ7I/AAAAAAAAJCM/Q9sYxJhZVm0/s400/tumblr_lyd466psFg1qa871so1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702064528672958386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap man, i seriously didn't know it's 6am already. I thought it was just 3am. Damn. &lt;div&gt;Ward was pretty okay. Surprisingly the morning doctors' rounds weren't exactly hectic so the ward was more peaceful. Touch wood. Met up with the usual people and went Joo Seng. Bought two jars of pineapple tarts. Ate pratas after months. Or even a year man. Was super exhausted man. Was dying to sleep. Kept prompting them to go home and when i finally reached home, FML. I ended up rolling dough for momo. Pettttttty. And of ALL the days when i ate outside, i come home to momo. Cb what's wrong with my life? Everyday, the dinner is arghh and when i finally eat outside, i come home to momo. Lol God must be telling me something. Ahahaha. KO-ed after that and woke up at 1.30am. Kinda alert right now. I think mama and phupu are already up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initially planned to go Johor today but ufff, Nita happened to see the ad on TV about Uncle Ringo and arghhh, they wanna go there today. Not even sure about the plan but i thin imma skip it cos i saw the rides and all were zzzz. Waaah rempit, i really wish GC will have some mela again man or there'll be PA mela. Those times were the best. And i really don't care if i'm hitting twenty this year or whatsoever, i really wanna slide down that inflatable balloon slide and jump on it. Kids and their privelege. Argh i miss being a kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I better bathe and sleep quickly. Two days off, hehehehe:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-8971592344203348728?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8971592344203348728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=8971592344203348728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/8971592344203348728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/8971592344203348728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/crap-man-i-seriously-didnt-know-its-6am.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Fh-qLv35Ns/TyHNel3oJ7I/AAAAAAAAJCM/Q9sYxJhZVm0/s72-c/tumblr_lyd466psFg1qa871so1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-571699763199576939</id><published>2012-01-26T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T01:14:14.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And woohoooooo i bought earpiece! 48 bucks gone like that. Sighs. I've lost two iphone earpieces already. Damn it. Xie xie Nitaji for lending me your earpiece throughout the time when i lost mine. &lt;div&gt;Heheheh:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-571699763199576939?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/571699763199576939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=571699763199576939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/571699763199576939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/571699763199576939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-woohoooooo-i-bought-earpiece-48.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-8315129737770039047</id><published>2012-01-26T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T01:11:32.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ug-Zkqb__v8/TyA0ustpuTI/AAAAAAAAJCA/iyCfkPfUP0c/s1600/tumblr_lyd0t2izFx1qa871so1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ug-Zkqb__v8/TyA0ustpuTI/AAAAAAAAJCA/iyCfkPfUP0c/s400/tumblr_lyd0t2izFx1qa871so1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701615105132312882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Morning shift was........ ok. Two cubicles, seven patients. I worked with Jana's preceptor today. GG. She's very fast and she does everything like as tho we have no time at all. Jumping around. Like in a panicky way. It's like there's time and everything pretty much okay but when i see someone so stressed or panicky, i'll feel pressurized to be the same man. Oho.. &lt;div&gt;Tho the day went on pretty.....ok. I hope. There were a lot of admissions coming in during afternoon shift. Oh god please no. So that means, they'll be passed on to me later. Sighs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Post-CNY. Dang. But one more morning shift and then two days off. Aza Aza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After shift, went to TP to buy my lenses, shop closed. Fff. Bought fruits. Strawberries, grapes and bananas. Hehehe. When i went home, i KO-ed on my bed till like 10.30pm. When i woke up, the bananas were decreased to four. I was like whaaaaaat?! Not the bananas la please. I purposely bought unripe bananas so that in two to three days time, it'll be ripe then i can bake a banana cake. Rempit... And who eats raw bananas? Dang. Finished my packet of strawberries. Yummeh. Next time i go Korea, imma indulge in their strawberries. Let's pray that the bananas will last till friday or saturday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope the day goes well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-8315129737770039047?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8315129737770039047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=8315129737770039047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/8315129737770039047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/8315129737770039047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/morning-shift-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ug-Zkqb__v8/TyA0ustpuTI/AAAAAAAAJCA/iyCfkPfUP0c/s72-c/tumblr_lyd0t2izFx1qa871so1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-7850946928323871782</id><published>2012-01-25T01:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T01:41:03.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k9L2owiOd_w/Tx7s1T-0BII/AAAAAAAAJB0/OxjQTumligA/s1600/tumblr_lxssoydMHh1qfi9q2o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k9L2owiOd_w/Tx7s1T-0BII/AAAAAAAAJB0/OxjQTumligA/s400/tumblr_lxssoydMHh1qfi9q2o1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701254578938578050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day started off crappy in the ward. Cannot stand whiny guys. Like seriously wtf man. Irritating to the maxz. And i don't know why the heck people get so uptight when they see a little blood. Da fug. And people who press the callbell just to ask for a change of blanket when they have two blankets there in the middle of a roll call. Like can't you wait?! &lt;div&gt;And omg people who interrupt. Isn't it basic manners to let a person finish doing something or talking with another person before you want to ask something? Waaah marigay. It's like i'll be doing something or still attending to one patient then the patient from the side bed asks me to do something for them. CAN'T YOU SEE I'M DOING SOMETHING? WAIT WAIT WAIT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ufff. Afterwards, things started to be okay. There were only seven patients in 2 cubicles initially. Aiiish confirm lots of admissions now. Post-CNY. Sighs. Please get well and never ever step in here again. Thank you. Gong xi fa cai. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached home around 11pm. Sighs. Morning shift later. Hope the two days pass quickly and then two days off. Hehehe. And omo the NP students in my ward have finished their PRCP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait for ours. Waaaaaaaaaaaaah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-7850946928323871782?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7850946928323871782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=7850946928323871782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/7850946928323871782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/7850946928323871782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-started-off-crappy-in-ward.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k9L2owiOd_w/Tx7s1T-0BII/AAAAAAAAJB0/OxjQTumligA/s72-c/tumblr_lxssoydMHh1qfi9q2o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-6788690573469275378</id><published>2012-01-24T03:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T03:13:05.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5MNhL2ewgE8/Tx2vdhjPfzI/AAAAAAAAJBo/EUYT8Gk8H_4/s1600/tumblr_ly87a6oYv81qzopwmo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5MNhL2ewgE8/Tx2vdhjPfzI/AAAAAAAAJBo/EUYT8Gk8H_4/s400/tumblr_ly87a6oYv81qzopwmo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700905625078169394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh god what am i doing with my life. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway i didn't sleep before 7am. Neither did i wake up before 2pm. Lol. Woke up at 7pm in the end. The day again, wasted. But it's okay... sleep is vital. Lol yeah keep making excuses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So hungry man. Dinner was dhal bhat suguti. Seriously doesn't this house know anything else besides dhal bhat suguti sabji and egg curry?! Ufffff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skyped with my family. Feels good to talk to them. Can't wait to be with them man. Sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway really hungry right now. Could do with some chocolates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, i kinda feel like buying a cake and just indulge in it. Argh. Maybe i should. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's always been my ultimate plan. But where? Where can i indulge in it without anyone looking or passing comments at me? I thought of ECP but it's like so scary at night time. In the afternoon, there'll be a lot of people. Ottokae? Book a hotel room. But so weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sighssssss. Anyway i'm back to ward today after four days of break. Four days? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn i did nothing. Sighs. On another note, omo it's my eighth week! Woohoohoo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aza Aza! Goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-6788690573469275378?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6788690573469275378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=6788690573469275378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/6788690573469275378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/6788690573469275378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-god-what-am-i-doing-with-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5MNhL2ewgE8/Tx2vdhjPfzI/AAAAAAAAJBo/EUYT8Gk8H_4/s72-c/tumblr_ly87a6oYv81qzopwmo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-1559878656116493097</id><published>2012-01-23T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T23:31:42.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; font-size: 13px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.699219); line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;"Do you want to know a certain truth?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; font-size: 13px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.699219); line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Most people in this world aren”t that interested in you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; font-size: 13px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.699219); line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Of course they can talk shit behind your back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; font-size: 13px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.699219); line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;But that”s not because they”re interested in you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; font-size: 13px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.699219); line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;It”s because they”re bored.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; font-size: 13px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.699219); line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;So, if you go around this world looking like that, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; font-size: 13px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.699219); line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;there may be some people who may laugh at you for﻿ it, but in time, they all forget."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; font-size: 13px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.699219); line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; font-size: 13px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.699219); line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-1559878656116493097?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1559878656116493097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=1559878656116493097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/1559878656116493097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/1559878656116493097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/do-you-want-to-know-certain-truth-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-2499517466892227066</id><published>2012-01-23T06:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T06:04:54.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aSFerxkO_qU/TxyHDBjCUdI/AAAAAAAAJBc/S2POGersGL0/s1600/tumblr_ly5de4AW1h1qkxbp5o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aSFerxkO_qU/TxyHDBjCUdI/AAAAAAAAJBc/S2POGersGL0/s400/tumblr_ly5de4AW1h1qkxbp5o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700579714368950738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rempit. I don't know if my biological has been affected by the night shift or what. Wait, it can't be cos i've always lived my life like that but seriously man... &lt;div&gt;The other day, i slept at 7.30am, woke up at 8pm. 8pm is the latest time i've ever woken up man. Not the longest amount of sleep i had but the latest time i woke up. When i woke up, it was already night time and i was like wtf. Did the day finish already? What the fck just happened? Like ohmygod. I just wasted my WHOLE ENTIRE day like that. Not that i would have done anything productive but just the thought of it.. waaaah. It's like in two or so hours time, people will be going to bed to sleep while here i was, just waking up. Damn. Not a nice feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here i am, awake now. I think i better do something about this. Shall try to turn in before 7am and wake up before 2pm. I plan to bake a cake too.. Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So hungry man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-2499517466892227066?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2499517466892227066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=2499517466892227066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/2499517466892227066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/2499517466892227066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/rempit.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aSFerxkO_qU/TxyHDBjCUdI/AAAAAAAAJBc/S2POGersGL0/s72-c/tumblr_ly5de4AW1h1qkxbp5o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-7583899328610201165</id><published>2012-01-22T06:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T07:13:12.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5QpT17TqWzo/TxtFYesTd5I/AAAAAAAAJBQ/wR5CHGwo72M/s1600/tumblr_ly1493c3kq1r82ww1o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5QpT17TqWzo/TxtFYesTd5I/AAAAAAAAJBQ/wR5CHGwo72M/s400/tumblr_ly1493c3kq1r82ww1o1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700226040225560466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was zzzzzzzzzzz. It's the numberi party apparently their 15 year anniversary. It started only at 8pm when we came at 7pm-___- They cut the cake and after that, they said the uncles have to serve the cake and food for their family cos there'll be noone to serve. Self service in other words. And yeah, like hell my mama will do that. Cb petty nabei fck when i think about it. I cannot cannot cannot stand men who forget about their wife and children when they're with their friends or when there's alcohol or fun. Nabei fck. I was getting pissed and more pissed. Hearing phupu complain about mama, looking at mama enjoying himself, looking at other uncles getting food for their families. Useless. So i went all the way to queue and get the food myself. So irritated, i only had appetizers and went home. And nope, i didn't have any cake despite there being TWO 15kg cakes. To hell with the cake man. &lt;div&gt;On another note, this is also one of the crappiest party i went to. First off, a numberi party in GC? What happened to the good old times when they celebrated anniversaries in hotels or restaurants? Secondly, numberis? Seriously? The aunties all like strangers and don't know each other. Thirdly, crappy serving plan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WAIT. Who the hell am i to talk about all these? I'm just an extra who went to the party right. Lol it's not even my dad's numberi or anything. Lololol. Ok maybe i was just too pissed la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But omg while i was looking at all that just now, i seriously missed the good times man! I mean i think the olden days were better. Everyone knew each other, everyone was so comfortable with each other and numberi anniversaries were held more....in an awesome way. Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway i've finished watching Brain, it's over. Awesome drama seriously. Heh. Very informative too. Currently watching What's up. It's 7am, i better sleep. Two more days off. Hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And omg, you know what.. I love kids. Like really love babies and kids but i think imma change that to i love babies and QUIET OBEDIENT KIDS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These days when i see Daniel and when i see phupu not doing anything to him, i feel like taking control and spank him. Kids these days. Too pampered man. Seriously. Blame it on the parents who don't do anything. Tsk tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such an irritating post. Sucha bad night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight/morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-7583899328610201165?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7583899328610201165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=7583899328610201165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/7583899328610201165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/7583899328610201165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/party-was-zzzzzzzzzzz.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5QpT17TqWzo/TxtFYesTd5I/AAAAAAAAJBQ/wR5CHGwo72M/s72-c/tumblr_ly1493c3kq1r82ww1o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-7270823256563359968</id><published>2012-01-21T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T18:49:47.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crap man. Woke up at 12. Phupu wanted me to babysit Daniel. I was like arghhhhhhhhh why now of all times when i don't have much sleep. Sighs so i dragged myself to get lunch for him and myself. PM building was closed so i went to Pizza hut. Heheheheh. Went back home and ate it. Feeling was wooooooh~ Daniel was so naughty man. Irritating. Thank god he fell asleep. After phupu and mama came back home, slept all the way. Woke up at 6 to get ready for some numberi party. &lt;div&gt;Currently 6.50pm. Argh i don't feel like going anywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sighsssssssssssssssssssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-7270823256563359968?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7270823256563359968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=7270823256563359968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/7270823256563359968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/7270823256563359968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/crap-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-6352769586910635768</id><published>2012-01-21T07:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T07:18:38.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In a Japanese concert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yunho&lt;/b&gt;: But we didn't think of Japan as a foreign country. &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Changmin&lt;/b&gt;: You're doing it again. You really know how to talk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOLOL. Yunho forever the fan service while Changmin the reality checker. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Changmin&lt;/b&gt;: That one in America was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yunho&lt;/b&gt;: HI EVERYONE! (In English)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Changmin&lt;/b&gt;: (zzzzzzzzzzzz face like -.-, looks at Yunho) We're in Japan so speak in Japanese. Don't say anything unnecessary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And woooooooooh~ When they were talking about countries they visited and in Asia, Changmin mentioned Singapore first and they thought until someone shouted China to them. Hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh god i wanna go to their concert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for now, i wanna go Big Show 2012 more!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-6352769586910635768?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6352769586910635768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=6352769586910635768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/6352769586910635768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/6352769586910635768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-japanese-concert.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-2296427777078411471</id><published>2012-01-21T06:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T07:04:43.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6u9TlIinroU/Txny0KwtgkI/AAAAAAAAJBE/rv_JjL0XXN0/s1600/tumblr_ly1iv6GskC1qa871so1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6u9TlIinroU/Txny0KwtgkI/AAAAAAAAJBE/rv_JjL0XXN0/s400/tumblr_ly1iv6GskC1qa871so1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699853781469856322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. Today is Saturday right? So... i have three days remaining which means i'll go back to ward on Tuesday then work three days and then two days off again. Omg. It's WEEK EIGHT. &lt;div&gt;Four more weeks. OMO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on come on. Aza Aza fighting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched Brain, seriously man that drama has to be one of the best dramas ever. It's so hard to find a good drama these days. The best dramas of all time were from back then like Goong, Full House, My Girl and so on.. Brain is just epic plus it's a medical drama. Leaves every episode with a cliffhanger. Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway it's 7am. The sun's out, temple bells are ringing and i hear people talking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I better sleep quickly. Phupu was saying something about PM building for lunch. Hmmm... and party tonight. Hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-2296427777078411471?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2296427777078411471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=2296427777078411471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/2296427777078411471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/2296427777078411471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6u9TlIinroU/Txny0KwtgkI/AAAAAAAAJBE/rv_JjL0XXN0/s72-c/tumblr_ly1iv6GskC1qa871so1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-4365787466917053018</id><published>2012-01-21T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T02:09:14.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What they say is true. First night shift will be fun, you'll be awake and so on. 2nd night, you'll be shagged as hell. Oh em gee. &lt;div&gt;First night, i just took the paras, attend to call bells, change drips and so on. It was pretty peaceful. Sat and talked with the other nurse. Lol i was like, "night shift is pretty peaceful uh.." and the nurse DIRECTLY touched wood and asked me to touch it and said, "sorry ah.. i'm a bit superstitious kind". 5 minutes later, two new admissions. Fml. Lol. She was like, "See Jeni? That's why we all prefer not to say those words." Hahaha. Really man, i don't know why ah in hospitals, when we say it's peaceful or there's nothing to do, suddenly, there'll be truckloads to do. And when eat chicken pau, someone will pass away. That's why chicken pau before work is highly not recommended. I actually didn't believe that ya know but i remember once i forgot about it and i ate it during my polyclinic attachment and oh god, there were like three cases who had to be referred to the hospital. The nurse was like, "who eat pau today ah?" and i was like oh shittttttttttt! Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second night was dead tiring. During my break, went down to buy snacks from 7-11. It was so quiet. When i went back to ward, oh god. So many hourly and marigay irritated mood. I was so sleepy man. By 5am, i was walking around like a zombie. I was also in an agitated mood. This old person was pressing the call bell non stop and when i went there, he was like "the call bell is not working". I told him it is and he tried again. I went to off it and while i was walking halfway to his bedside, he pressed again. I was like, "uncle, stop pressing the call bell." He said it's not working because when he pressed, the nurse didn't come-__________- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the morning when it's so busy, he's testing to see whether the call bell is working. FUUUU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did all the paras and drained the SMU. That's eighteen patients man. F tiring. Petty moments in the morning. Shall not talk about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway i went through my book with my preceptor. Lol she's awesome man. She signed my book. Hehe. Went off only around 8.50am cos i had to do the claim form. Had breakfast at Kopitiam, chicken porridge. Oh rempit, it's been years since i had porridge. Felt good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home and KO-ed all the way till 8pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three more days off, what shall i do. Hmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel like going Malaysia. Anyone? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-4365787466917053018?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4365787466917053018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=4365787466917053018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/4365787466917053018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/4365787466917053018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-they-say-is-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-3366975840173416852</id><published>2012-01-18T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T18:31:11.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gotta get ready for night shift! I hope everything will be alright.&lt;div&gt;Prays that nothing goes wrong and nothing out of the ordinary happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-3366975840173416852?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3366975840173416852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=3366975840173416852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/3366975840173416852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/3366975840173416852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/gotta-get-ready-for-night-shift-i-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-7400635572172659039</id><published>2012-01-18T03:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T04:13:29.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Morning shift was HECTIC. Arghhhh. Super busy man. Removed two redivac drains, had abdominal dressing and so on.. So many changes. Argh one of the reason i dislike morning shifts, there'll be so many changes to do and follow up. I went break only around 1+. Stupid me bought banmian so the soup was hot. Scalded my tongue cos i had to finish it before 1.30pm to get back to ward for passing report. Rempit.. such an uneasy feeling on my tongue. Rushed back, finished writing my report and passed it. Did my case study with Ash. Finally done with it. After shift ended, talked with my preceptor. We went through everything and lol, right when we finished it at 4.30pm(mind you, both of us had already ended our shifts 1 and a half hours ago), there was a code blue-_______________- There was a lack of staff. NIC went for break too and the patient's doctor wasn't around. In the end, my preceptor had to help out. Lol one of the most argh things in the world. Right when you're about to leave, something happens or you're asked to do something. &lt;div&gt;Had planned to donate blood with Nancy today but i ended work late so next time.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home and KO-ed after that. Woke up at 9.30pm. Skyped with my parents. Argh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think there's a change of plans again. Not even sure man. My parents asked me if i want to stay in Nepal for one year and then go to the States together with my whole family but then, i'll have to apply my visa and so on independently luh:( If we go now, my brother will be left in Nepal and he'll prolly be lonely. So yeah... not sure man. Actually, i kinda like the idea of staying in Nepal for a few months and then go together with my family. I can try working part time as a nurse there, it'll be interesting. I can also explore about Nepal more and..... staying in Nepal for more than three months=lose weight. Hehehe. BUT at the same time, i feel like going NY. Lol so ottokae? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sighs. Alright i better sleep soon. Night shift later. Shall sleep the whole day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched Brain too, awesome as ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-7400635572172659039?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7400635572172659039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=7400635572172659039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/7400635572172659039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/7400635572172659039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/morning-shift-was-hectic.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-8729351239268439803</id><published>2012-01-17T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T02:11:30.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GgXofR-Ywdc/TxRmD6enByI/AAAAAAAAJA4/X9B0K23Q_Yw/s1600/tumblr_l5wkjyekOW1qa871so1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GgXofR-Ywdc/TxRmD6enByI/AAAAAAAAJA4/X9B0K23Q_Yw/s400/tumblr_l5wkjyekOW1qa871so1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698291645953804066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning shifts are making me zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. So busy man. Have to shorten our break to quickly go back to ward to finish everything. Argh. Legs aching to the max. &lt;div&gt;Went home and KO-ed. OMG my alarm went off at 7.30pm and when it did and i saw the time, i had a mini heart attack. My thoughts were like fckkkkkkkkkkkkk! Because i thought it was 7.30am and that i was late for work. I swear i was about to cry and thinking of what to do. And then i heard noises from below-____- Sighs. Too shagged. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went for pauna. Full. I was alone there.. lil awkward. Walau the kid in the house, i think she's like er... ten or so? She was cutting the vegetables and the other guests were like "oh she knows how to cut vegetables?". The parents said "yep, taught her since young.". Then this man infront of me was like, "she's from Nepal, that's why." Then he muttered something along the line of "here..." Right infront of me. I was like wth? Indirectly trying to say SG born kids don't do all these household chores and stuffs like that ah? Sorry hor. WE CAN COOK. Sick of aunties and uncles having this perception that SG kids do not know anything in this world. In fact, some of us can cook better than some of the aunties. It's just that we're lazy/busy/tired. And why shouldn't we be? We go school and attachments, it's tiring yo. Auntie stay at home all the time, of course lah. Haiyoh. So zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway i've got one more morning shift today and then two night shifts. Hehehehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard there might be an audit today, fml. Seriously praying there won't be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway gotta go, goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-8729351239268439803?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8729351239268439803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=8729351239268439803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/8729351239268439803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/8729351239268439803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/morning-shifts-are-making-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GgXofR-Ywdc/TxRmD6enByI/AAAAAAAAJA4/X9B0K23Q_Yw/s72-c/tumblr_l5wkjyekOW1qa871so1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-7456771949528103637</id><published>2012-01-16T01:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T01:02:45.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aiiiiish! FT Island in City Square tomorrow... shall i go or not? Hmmm. &lt;div&gt;I have pauna at night though.. hmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiyah, forget it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-7456771949528103637?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7456771949528103637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=7456771949528103637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/7456771949528103637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/7456771949528103637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/aiiiiish-ft-island-in-city-square.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-2974676094660873492</id><published>2012-01-16T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T01:00:18.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mtKtsFg57K8/TxMEOH7P0EI/AAAAAAAAJAs/Fyht-Manx20/s1600/tumblr_lxqszm847j1qg8sgfo1_r3_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mtKtsFg57K8/TxMEOH7P0EI/AAAAAAAAJAs/Fyht-Manx20/s400/tumblr_lxqszm847j1qg8sgfo1_r3_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697902594246037570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I AM SO TIRED. Actually... no lah, kinda awake. More like tired at the thought of ward and all these research. &lt;div&gt;Ward was pretty much okay. Oh god, in just ONE cubicle, there's two chest tube drains, two DIL patients, two patients with Blake drains and so many hourly or 2 hourly para. SIGHS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i was in the other cubicle, hahaha. But i'm planning to take that cubicle from now onwards cos i need to start getting used to chest tubes and blake drains. Oh god, i swear i felt so stupid today when i saw the blake drain and chest tube. Crappy feeling. Had an hour talk with my preceptor about all these. I better start familiarizing myself with all that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went Novena square with Jana after that. We shouldn't have-_- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had dinner at Popeyes. Bought almonds, hohoho. Went home and KO-ed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad came online, he asked me why my phone bill was 100+, told him i played internet and he went, "alamak". Ahahahha, i don't know why each time he says that, i can just picture him saying it. Hilarious. Ahh i miss my family:( Anyway he was talking and wah he's giving me a heart attack yo. Becoming like loan shark.  Sighs. It's 1am. My plan was to sleep before midnight man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only had two hours of sleep yesterday and that sucked to the max. Went on researching about drains, argh, JP and Blake drains are confusing me. And then to chest tube, oh god help me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did my case study, almost finishing. Wooohoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I better BO, shower, wash my uniforms and sleep asap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-2974676094660873492?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2974676094660873492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=2974676094660873492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/2974676094660873492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/2974676094660873492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mtKtsFg57K8/TxMEOH7P0EI/AAAAAAAAJAs/Fyht-Manx20/s72-c/tumblr_lxqszm847j1qg8sgfo1_r3_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-1002094356854009447</id><published>2012-01-15T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T01:59:03.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And O.O FT Island is in Singapore. Not that i'm a huge fan or anything but O.O I mean, i wouldn't mind seeing them. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-1002094356854009447?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1002094356854009447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=1002094356854009447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/1002094356854009447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/1002094356854009447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-o_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-1316326630900164362</id><published>2012-01-15T01:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T02:00:43.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bYCIubTzJL4/TxHAXqEAwnI/AAAAAAAAJAg/DfDBNFWbdlc/s1600/n14201452013_1576143_982953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bYCIubTzJL4/TxHAXqEAwnI/AAAAAAAAJAg/DfDBNFWbdlc/s400/n14201452013_1576143_982953.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697546516261028466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I keep forgetting it's the weekends. No wonder it seemed more peaceful today. *touch wood*&lt;div&gt;I still don't know which case to do my case study on. It's like... it's a short stay ward! Let's say if i do my case study and by the time i present it, the patient prolly be discharged. Sighs. And all the long term patients are so complicated cases. Sighs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway got my roster out. Holy crap, i'm working for seven days straight. Yikes, i was so looking forward to my day offs! Three more morning shifts including today's and then two night shifts and then......hehehe.....four days off straight. Woohoohoohoo~ I kinda feel like going Malaysia. Anyone?? On another note, dang, i prefer PM shifts! Get to sleep and it's more relaxed. Oh sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The days are passing by quickly huh. Woohoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crap it's 2am. I need to wake up 3 1/2 hours later and i have yet to bathe. See? This is the thing with morning shifts. I don't get enough sleep and i end up cranky. Lol. Morning shifts or afternoon shifts, no matter what, i'll still sleep late. That's why i prefer PM shifts. Sighs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, i know that's my problem and i need to change it. But....oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-1316326630900164362?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1316326630900164362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=1316326630900164362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/1316326630900164362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/1316326630900164362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-keep-forgetting-its-weekends.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bYCIubTzJL4/TxHAXqEAwnI/AAAAAAAAJAg/DfDBNFWbdlc/s72-c/n14201452013_1576143_982953.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-3812361281118436076</id><published>2012-01-14T03:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T03:17:01.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cXVaBV42Zvo/TxCCLAbfsyI/AAAAAAAAJAU/NxJUtGVFATg/s1600/tumblr_lajdpyugcC1qapa6l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cXVaBV42Zvo/TxCCLAbfsyI/AAAAAAAAJAU/NxJUtGVFATg/s400/tumblr_lajdpyugcC1qapa6l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697196654229173026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh crap! It's 3.15am. Was researching about trips. &lt;div&gt;Thukah. Haven't even finish my PRCP and i'm already counting the eggs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never know what might happen yo! Touch wood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, hope the day goes well and i have day offs soon again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And omg, it doesn't even feel like i had worked yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feels like the holidaysssssssssssssssss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sighs, goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-3812361281118436076?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3812361281118436076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=3812361281118436076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/3812361281118436076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/3812361281118436076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-crap-its-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cXVaBV42Zvo/TxCCLAbfsyI/AAAAAAAAJAU/NxJUtGVFATg/s72-c/tumblr_lajdpyugcC1qapa6l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-2593628869038734282</id><published>2012-01-14T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T00:24:46.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm getting so forgetful these days. Sighs. &lt;div&gt;Day was okay, busy as usual. Five weeks left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on come on. OHMYGOD wait! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! I think the NP students who started their PRCP earlier has ended their posting! I think this should be their last week or wait, maybe one week left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohmygod, daebak! Okay gotta persevere for five more weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went Nex today. Bought the dog leashes.. 60 buck gone! Why so ex?! Bought a shirt for bro, burnt a hole in my pocket but it's okay. I was thinking of buying him a book but then i remembered him saying books were cheaper in Nepal. Lol. Went Joo Seng. Oh god me and my temptations. Bought a jar of honey cakes today and it's all finished. SIGHS. Cannot make it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PM shift today, woohoo. Sleep ftw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And....i wish i was in Nepal right now, with my family!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's my brother's birthday and sighs.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday bro! Ahhh i miss him, i miss everyone! And it's gonna be a like almost a year or so before i get to see him if i don't go Nepal. Sighs. Do well in your As! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sighssssssssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-2593628869038734282?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2593628869038734282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=2593628869038734282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/2593628869038734282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/2593628869038734282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-getting-so-forgetful-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-7599798639457344019</id><published>2012-01-12T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T23:10:01.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="320" height="265" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1IAhDGYlpqY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoa this guy and I have around the same thoughts! He just verbalized it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok i'm not an atheist. I believe in God. I believe he exists and i pray to him every night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i don't go to church nor do i go to temples that much. Wait, i don't even know what religion I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents believe in both Buddhism and Hinduism. Me? I don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most people believe in one religion and is it because they want to? Nah, i think it's more like.. hmm. Like a person whose parents are Hindus. Naturally when the person is born and she grows up, she will be a Hindu because of her surroundings. Most people that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway back to the video.. religion. There are so many religions in this world. Each religion claiming that their God is the real one. They set the "rules" of what is right and what is wrong. But all these rules.. they were created by men, not God. I agree that religion does make a person better. They teach us faith and they instill good moral values in us. But it's not always like that, no? I mean if it was always like that then why is the world still having war? Why are people starving while some are splurging money? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i don't know man.. this whole religion thingy. I believe in God, one true God, i don't know who he is, how he looks like but i believe he exists. On the other hand.. religion? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmmm....... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway crap. I'm supposed to be sleeping early tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things were going well but i switched my laptop on again cos i forgot to put in one video in my handphone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol alright goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-7599798639457344019?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7599798639457344019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=7599798639457344019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/7599798639457344019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/7599798639457344019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/whoa-this-guy-and-i-have-around-same.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1IAhDGYlpqY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-6059337758110907492</id><published>2012-01-12T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T21:34:43.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-my5jYJjxcKE/Tw7gV6IK3eI/AAAAAAAAJAI/4y0gmmrPahQ/s1600/1_468277710l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-my5jYJjxcKE/Tw7gV6IK3eI/AAAAAAAAJAI/4y0gmmrPahQ/s400/1_468277710l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696737245655653858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damn i didn't get much sleep today. Woke up at 11am. Went PM building at 12pm and had pork ribs mee there. Woooooooh~ Ages since i had it. Went Joo Seng after that. The moment i stepped inside the supermarket, i knew i shouldn't have. CNY goodies in display. Oh lala. I bought pineapple cheese. Sighs, it hasn't even been twenty four hours, wait, it hasn't even been 8 hours and it's all finished! Sighsssssssssssss. &lt;div&gt;Nita and Dipa came over at my house. Finally booked IELTS date. I need to start studying for English soon. Tho i doubt i will. I mean how do you actually study English? Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiiish my days off ending so quickly. Back to morning shift tomorrow. Sighs. Gotta do a case study too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank god i ate those pineapple cheese man, dinner today is JUST dhal and bhat. F.m.l.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-6059337758110907492?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6059337758110907492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=6059337758110907492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/6059337758110907492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/6059337758110907492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/damn-i-didnt-get-much-sleep-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-my5jYJjxcKE/Tw7gV6IK3eI/AAAAAAAAJAI/4y0gmmrPahQ/s72-c/1_468277710l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-5694719270291473548</id><published>2012-01-12T06:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T06:21:09.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up at 5pm yesterday. Read the newpaper and went for a walk with Renu. Been MONTHS since i went for a walk or jog. Dang. Had a good ol time chatting with her. Was famished by the time i reached home. For the first time in this house, dinner tasted awesome. &lt;div&gt;Just finished washing my uniforms. Got hungry so i made two hard boiled eggs. Nothing at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sighs. But been craving for the eggs also. I miss my mom's sunny side up eggs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finished watching Me too, flower. Yes, finally i finished watching one whole drama. I tend to leave halfway. Have yet to watch Man of Honor. I left it halfway.. like so many dramas. Still hooked onto Brain tho they take a long time to be subbed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, shall go PM building for lunch today. Been ages since i went there. Hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need to register for ielts too. Oh god... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight! It's frickin 6.20am. And damn, it's back to ward tomorrow:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-5694719270291473548?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5694719270291473548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=5694719270291473548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/5694719270291473548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/5694719270291473548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/woke-up-at-5pm-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-1348340376997826524</id><published>2012-01-11T03:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T04:16:49.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XPEOkXYTeWA/TwyarX8rHuI/AAAAAAAAI_8/O4I-j5BHsNI/s1600/tumblr_lfdanzp0SU1qbqslso1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XPEOkXYTeWA/TwyarX8rHuI/AAAAAAAAI_8/O4I-j5BHsNI/s400/tumblr_lfdanzp0SU1qbqslso1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696097698670386914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling nauseous. Ward was okay yesterday. Patients discharged, woohoo. &lt;div&gt;The SN and I did the changes and one of it was to call the doctor when the wound nurse comes. GG we forgot. And the doctor happened to be a registrar. We were like oh shit.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol. Other than that... hmm, the usual day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home and KO-ed. Skyped with mom. Dad and bro went Pokharra and they're in Chitwan now. Waaaaaaaaaaaaah, envious. Mom told me i'm getting old. DA FUG? I'm only twenty this year and old?! Nepalese people's mentality.. sheez. Talked about NY. Think we'll be going in March. Oh god, that's so near man. Ahhhh damn, i'm frickin gonna be sad to the maxz. Twenty years in Singapore and leaving it forever. Leaving my friends too. Esp my Nepalese friends. We have been together for like fourteen years, same primary school, same secondary school and eventually same course and now, we're going on our own ways. Sighs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This sucks man. So gonna miss this country. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another hand, she's allowed me to go Malaysia if i want to and i told her i'll go for one week holiday overseas before going NY, she didn't exactly say anything against it. Hehehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One week holiday after PRCP, anyone?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daehaminguk please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok think i better lie down now... nauseous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-1348340376997826524?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1348340376997826524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=1348340376997826524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/1348340376997826524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/1348340376997826524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/feeling-nauseous.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XPEOkXYTeWA/TwyarX8rHuI/AAAAAAAAI_8/O4I-j5BHsNI/s72-c/tumblr_lfdanzp0SU1qbqslso1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-3363987021875487419</id><published>2012-01-09T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:35:29.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pA8zRzcEmG4/TwsDZ2rS9RI/AAAAAAAAI_w/cfJJ8T2EICA/s1600/2r5ukpy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 399px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pA8zRzcEmG4/TwsDZ2rS9RI/AAAAAAAAI_w/cfJJ8T2EICA/s400/2r5ukpy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695649896448849170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My face is getting darker. Eye bags maximum. Argh. &lt;div&gt;Morning shift wasn't THAT bad as i thought it'll be. Not much changes. The staffs were hilarious. Hahaha, so comical. Except for a one or two fck moments when patients pissed me off. Other than that, it was okay. Like seriously fck. I cannot stand people who look down on others. One even fcking asked me if i'm from China and when i told him i was born here, he kept quiet. He asked others where they were from too. Like fck, you sure you wanna ask the people who are gonna take care of you for the next few days where they're from and be biased against them? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cb man, and then another person who wants everything done by the person with higher authorities and complains about simple stuffs. Another one who wants to talk with the consultant and no one else. Like hell the consultant will come down all the way to the ward just to speak to one person man. Seriously man... nursing is really an eye opener. Makes you know about the different types of people in this world. From all walks of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to mention, some annoying doctors who expect us to find the case notes for them and just dump it on the cardiac table after using it, expecting us to put it back. Basic manners like crap man. Dude, you might be smart but no one's gonna appreciate you for that when your attitude sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But... on the other hand, makes me smile when people say thanks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess there are pros and cons. It's a balance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There will be good days and bad days. Hmmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway ate at long john silver after ages. Prolly been years? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over eating man. Been having subway a lot these days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home and slept all the way. Woke up and there was no one at home. Went to the kitchen... egg curry. F.M.L. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made ramyun instead. Currently waiting for everyone to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall BO, bathe and sleep. One more morning shift tomorrow and two days off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah. Palli! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-3363987021875487419?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3363987021875487419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=3363987021875487419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/3363987021875487419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/3363987021875487419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-face-is-getting-darker.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pA8zRzcEmG4/TwsDZ2rS9RI/AAAAAAAAI_w/cfJJ8T2EICA/s72-c/2r5ukpy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-6748403321409081448</id><published>2012-01-09T02:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T02:10:52.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A little crazy right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-6748403321409081448?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6748403321409081448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=6748403321409081448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/6748403321409081448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/6748403321409081448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-crazy-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-6507911012034205659</id><published>2012-01-09T01:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T01:19:42.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7OuXz9tk6MU/TwnP7ViOdUI/AAAAAAAAI_k/zNxoLYYTCf0/s1600/tumblr_lux7v1har31qa871so1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7OuXz9tk6MU/TwnP7ViOdUI/AAAAAAAAI_k/zNxoLYYTCf0/s400/tumblr_lux7v1har31qa871so1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695311822086632770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just got up from nap. Damn i think i should stop this kind of sleeping patterns. &lt;div&gt;Need to bathe and sleep. Argh morning shift later. Plus it's a Monday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's gonna be hectic. Hate monday mornings. Sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-6507911012034205659?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6507911012034205659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=6507911012034205659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/6507911012034205659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/6507911012034205659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-got-up-from-nap.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7OuXz9tk6MU/TwnP7ViOdUI/AAAAAAAAI_k/zNxoLYYTCf0/s72-c/tumblr_lux7v1har31qa871so1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-4074439399065512835</id><published>2012-01-08T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T23:10:41.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like driving in the still of the night. Drop by at a highway, get out of the car, enjoy the breeze and just look at the beautiful scenery. &lt;div&gt;Hmmmm...................... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-4074439399065512835?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4074439399065512835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=4074439399065512835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/4074439399065512835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/4074439399065512835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-feel-like-driving-in-still-of-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-3963244998042133849</id><published>2012-01-08T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T23:09:30.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So sleepy. I slept at 6.30am. But i don't know why i was sort of awake till 7.30am. Got up at 8.30am abruptly and then later at 11.15am for work. Sheez sleeping time is really screwed up huh. &lt;div&gt;It's Sunday and it doesn't feel like the weekends! Wait, it hasn't ever since PRCP started. Anyway ward was awesomeeeeeeee. It was heavenly. I wish everyday would be like this. Finished writing my report. Went for break round 4pm or so. After that... it was basically nothing much. I even took paras for both cubicles, yep i was that free. Hehehe, if only everyday's like that. Sighs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finished passing my report at 9.30pm on the dot too. Home and then... i started to have anger management problem when i saw the egg curry in the kitchen. Lol i should not see egg curry man. I'll get mad when i see it. So so pissed. Cooked two ramyun and after that i regretted it. Cos i can't really finish two ramyun unless i'm really really starving. Moreover, it was mee goreng instant mee. It's errr... too errr sweet? or something.. not just the right one for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, i've been having an extremely sweet tooth! Yeah i know that mee goreng was sort of sweet but i do not like my mee or rice to be sweet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway sheez don't know why but i keep feeling like eating sweet stuffs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh sighs...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so windy right now. Feels awesome when the wind blows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel like taking a nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-3963244998042133849?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3963244998042133849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=3963244998042133849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/3963244998042133849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/3963244998042133849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-1073727500978228279</id><published>2012-01-08T05:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T05:07:22.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--WrUKSlyC7E/Twiz1VPkZ7I/AAAAAAAAI_Y/BEB7sOJtdwk/s1600/1288870238789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--WrUKSlyC7E/Twiz1VPkZ7I/AAAAAAAAI_Y/BEB7sOJtdwk/s400/1288870238789.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694999457626875826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. It's 5am. Still not in the mood to go to ward later. Reality. &lt;div&gt;Thinking about life again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's my motive in life? &lt;/div&gt; Do i really want it to be this way?&lt;div&gt;Am i really sure of this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do i want to live my life? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmmmm.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously getting lazier. Argh. These lazy cells are consuming my whole body. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait what am i even talking about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go bathe and sleep Jeni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-1073727500978228279?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1073727500978228279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=1073727500978228279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/1073727500978228279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/1073727500978228279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/sighs.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--WrUKSlyC7E/Twiz1VPkZ7I/AAAAAAAAI_Y/BEB7sOJtdwk/s72-c/1288870238789.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-7137473909265826064</id><published>2012-01-07T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T22:45:09.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Slept the whole day. Went out of the house to thread. Lazy and lazier. &lt;div&gt;Went for a buffet party. Sheez, it's extremely windy in Everest Height! The temperature was prolly round 24 degrees there! Awesome seriously. Although it was cold... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe, feel like snuggling in my bed now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait, maybe i will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehehe. And oh crap... back to ward tomorrow. Sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-7137473909265826064?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7137473909265826064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=7137473909265826064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/7137473909265826064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/7137473909265826064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/slept-whole-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-1986648893606395216</id><published>2012-01-07T08:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T08:41:09.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohhhh crap. It's 8.35am. Washed my uniforms. Hands are frickin dry from the bleach. Bathed and now watching drama. Having a slight headache. Must be cos i'm still up late. Having stomach ache like hell. I think it's partly cos of the prednisolone. I haven't been taking my meds on time. And sheeez, they say if you're taking prednisolone, your immune system will be weaker and it's best to avoid sick people. Just great huh... i had to be a nurse. Lol. Tho i'm exaggerating here. &lt;div&gt;Argh screw this stomach ache. Shall sleep stat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight/morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-1986648893606395216?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1986648893606395216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=1986648893606395216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/1986648893606395216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/1986648893606395216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/ohhhh-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-5290582086157202796</id><published>2012-01-06T20:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T20:15:26.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Slept at 7am. Woke up at 6pm. Great life. &lt;div&gt;Swept, mopped, cleared my room to make it more neat and tidy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In one week's time, it's gonna be back to square one anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had momo. Feeling sleepy. I know it sounds crazy. I mean i woke up at 6pm and i'm still sleepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dang. Maybe i shall read Digital Fortress again and take a nap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-5290582086157202796?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5290582086157202796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=5290582086157202796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/5290582086157202796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/5290582086157202796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/slept-at-7am.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-3922554504957049890</id><published>2012-01-06T06:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T06:10:31.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol i laid on my bed cos i felt nauseous and i felt asleep. At 4.15am, woke up abruptly. Bathed. &lt;div&gt;I was pretty awake after that so i'm back again. But i kinda feel like sleeping now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like my eyelids are getting heavier along with my weight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh dang. Goodnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-3922554504957049890?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3922554504957049890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=3922554504957049890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/3922554504957049890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/3922554504957049890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/lol-i-laid-on-my-bed-cos-i-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-1248452601953155466</id><published>2012-01-06T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T02:20:27.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fug. Feeling nauseous. Lack of sleep indeed. Oh shit. &lt;div&gt;Need to BO, bathe and sleep stat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-1248452601953155466?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1248452601953155466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=1248452601953155466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/1248452601953155466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/1248452601953155466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/fug.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-8091086726780207072</id><published>2012-01-05T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T23:17:10.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fricking sleepy to the maxz. Only slept for 1 hour and 30 minutes. Morning shifts suck. Was dead throughout the day. No wait, i was EXTREMELY irritated for the first half. Fuuuuu.&lt;div&gt;EXTREMELY IRRITATED by the sound of the Baxter pumps now. Ever experienced four pumps beeping at the same time with patients asking this and that and the call bell ringing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most IRRITATING feeling on Earth. I was so so so so so so pissed. It's like only my preceptor and I were handling the two cubicles.. which is like.. 14 patients. No idea where the junior was. There was a Year 2 student but she was on the other cubicle, not mine. F man. Took 7 cases. F man seriously. I'm doing something and then someone else calls. And for what?! To fricking change their shirt. Tell them to wait. Five minutes later, call again to change shirt. FU. There are so many important things to do right now and i'm so busy and they want me to change the shirt. Nabei. Are people simply ignorant or what? They can't see when a person is busy and just give them time ah? Waaaah ufff. So mad man. Explain to the patient three times he's not allowed to eat and he still presses the call bell constantly. F man f. It's not like i'm purposely starving you man! It's the doctor's orders. Explained so many times, *presses callbell* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wah GG today was seriously the shittiest day man. I was stomping like a mad woman. I had to do all the paras, do the report and everything. Cb. Baxter pumps are currently an allergy to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second half was slightly better. Went break around 1pm. Had to quickly eat and go back there again. Less than 30 minute break. Ffff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok lah maybe i was too agitated cos of my lack of sleep. That's my fault. But the machines and humans can tick me off a lot at times man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After shift ended, Jana and I went to YCK Sakura. Never going there again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waaaaaaaah, no satay. Limited variety yo. Should have just gone to city area. GG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Full currently. Went home by bus. Holy crap, it's been months since i went on the upper deck of a double-decker bus. Reached home and wtf, phupu said she made momo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of all the days, she had to make momo today. Right when i went out for dinner. I told her i was going out. She made momo. Cb. From my whole entire weeks of eating dhal bhat sabji, suddenly she made momo and it had to be today. Tskkkkkkkkkk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two days off tomorrow. Thank God. I seriously need to sleep and calm down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my lack of sleep is having a serious effect on my moods. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleep should do me some good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall take nap for now. And oh god, i'm getting irritated looking at my room condition. Need to clean it asap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-8091086726780207072?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8091086726780207072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=8091086726780207072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/8091086726780207072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/8091086726780207072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/fricking-sleepy-to-maxz.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-8947742778614799555</id><published>2012-01-05T01:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T02:02:40.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh crappppppp. It's 2am. Totally forgot i'm AM shift today. &lt;div&gt;Gotta wake up at 5.20am and i haven't bathed yet. Fml. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tho.. i'm not exactly sleepy but i'm gonna need all the sleep in the world to survive later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day was pretty okay... new patients. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting to get extremely irritated at the sound of baxter pumps and call bells. I frickin hear them at home too. Oh god, those baxter pumps which beep every 1 minute, i feel like pulling out the IV plug and switching off the pumps. Sighs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway weeeeeeeeeeh, going Sakura with Jana later. No special occasion, just a pair of hungry birds. Hehe. Shall try YCK's one. Oh god, that is prolly my 9th time going to Sakura. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buffets ftw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohmygoddddddd getting stressed about future. What shall i do? Hmmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-8947742778614799555?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8947742778614799555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=8947742778614799555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/8947742778614799555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/8947742778614799555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-crappppppp.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-2875241756479970018</id><published>2012-01-04T02:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T02:28:35.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O.O &lt;div&gt;Chemical reactions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-2875241756479970018?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2875241756479970018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=2875241756479970018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/2875241756479970018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/2875241756479970018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/o.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-9199888084355225891</id><published>2012-01-04T02:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T02:21:00.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JktU5B1EhA8/TwNDLoZ-1FI/AAAAAAAAI-c/AAG7evq2-qs/s1600/tumblr_lx38b2KvbL1qa871so1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JktU5B1EhA8/TwNDLoZ-1FI/AAAAAAAAI-c/AAG7evq2-qs/s400/tumblr_lx38b2KvbL1qa871so1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693468221030454354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Only had two hours of sleep the day before so morning shift yesterday was a wreck. Brain not functioning well man. Cubicle was so so so so so messy! Argh.&lt;div&gt;Baxter pumps beeping everywhere, pt vomitted blood on the floor so cleaning in progress, people talking and pts screaming here and there. Oh god. So hectic man. I couldn't keep myself up to date of what has happened already. Sheez. I'm so shifting back to my original cubicle if there are patients there. Dang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway there's 51 days left but excluding the day offs, public holidays and so on, should be about like 30 days or lesser. Hehehehehehe. Mad happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But shouldn't say that so early! Never know how things can turn out to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, oh god, getting constantly reminded of my future. Need to lose weight but at this point of time, i doubt i will. Last moments in SG..needa eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok i better bathe, wash my clothes and sleep. PM shift tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-9199888084355225891?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/9199888084355225891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=9199888084355225891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/9199888084355225891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/9199888084355225891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/only-had-two-hours-of-sleep-day-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JktU5B1EhA8/TwNDLoZ-1FI/AAAAAAAAI-c/AAG7evq2-qs/s72-c/tumblr_lx38b2KvbL1qa871so1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-7321509578974119935</id><published>2012-01-03T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T02:05:19.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bzkjQAcWlFg/TwHvcL5udJI/AAAAAAAAI-Q/bUbdwTyCyrU/s1600/tumblr_lx5q3nC7sK1qa871so2_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 362px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bzkjQAcWlFg/TwHvcL5udJI/AAAAAAAAI-Q/bUbdwTyCyrU/s400/tumblr_lx5q3nC7sK1qa871so2_250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693094671483303058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Afternoon shift. Guess whaaaat?! Only five patients altogether in team two! Like one WHOLE cubicle was empty and that happened to be mine so i shifted to the other side. Only took three cases. One newly admitted and one was in Iso room so... three people only.&lt;div&gt;But ohmygod so stupid today man. I did everything but i forgot to acknowledge the changes-__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway wooooooh~ Seven more weeks and it's over. Hope everything goes smoothly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morning shift today. Sucks man. PAPA shift this week. Argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crap it's 2am. Definitely need to see the doctor later after shift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need to bathe quickly. I have less than 3 hours 30 minutes. Sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wae wae wae? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-7321509578974119935?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7321509578974119935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=7321509578974119935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/7321509578974119935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/7321509578974119935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/afternoon-shift.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bzkjQAcWlFg/TwHvcL5udJI/AAAAAAAAI-Q/bUbdwTyCyrU/s72-c/tumblr_lx5q3nC7sK1qa871so2_250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-4247940684849276082</id><published>2012-01-02T04:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T04:17:16.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And O.O this year, gonna be twenty. No more one in front. It's two. &lt;div&gt;Reaching adulthood soon. Reaching freedom soon. Hopefully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway fmllllllll. Skyped with dad. He was saying maybe I stay in Nepal for one year and then we go NY together with bro in 2013. But in 2013, i'll be on independent status in NY. Damn. If we go now, bro will be left alone and might have problem coming over. See how it goes. Last but not least, my parents never fail to mention marriage to me. What the F man? They were saying marry at twenty or twenty-one. I do admit while getting married to a UK dude will be a so called "easy" way cos i'd get a UK citizenship, my nursing is compatible there and so on. But what the f. At twenty or twenty one?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At twenty or twenty one, i wish to be living my life to the fullest. Not gonna give away my freedom. I have yet to experience love too. Tho does love actually exist? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywayzzzzz, i don't know what's gonna happen in my life. Future seems so uncertain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see how it goes eh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Elvis Presley. Muahahahahahahhahaah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-4247940684849276082?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4247940684849276082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=4247940684849276082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/4247940684849276082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/4247940684849276082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-6318404085551129798</id><published>2012-01-02T03:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T04:07:39.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ISNUovnnTQ/TwC5rvACzeI/AAAAAAAAI-E/-RYWTY7bMdU/s1600/tumblr_l25ymh8tZe1qa871so1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ISNUovnnTQ/TwC5rvACzeI/AAAAAAAAI-E/-RYWTY7bMdU/s400/tumblr_l25ymh8tZe1qa871so1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692754089998470626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4am. Doesn't feel like i just had three days off. Back to ward later. Sighs. &lt;div&gt;I didn't know today's still a public holiday. O.O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway my rashes are SLIGHTLY better. Still itches here and there. Resisting it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it doesn't get well when i wake up, straight to the clinic man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking hard to find out the cause. All the things i ate, i've eaten it before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmmm.. we sat on grass and i've sat on it before too. What on Earth must have happened?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm.. Anyway hope i get better quickly. Having a headache too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PAPA shift for the four days. Waaaaaaaaaaah dang. That sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Better bathe quickly and sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-6318404085551129798?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6318404085551129798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=6318404085551129798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/6318404085551129798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/6318404085551129798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/4am.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ISNUovnnTQ/TwC5rvACzeI/AAAAAAAAI-E/-RYWTY7bMdU/s72-c/tumblr_l25ymh8tZe1qa871so1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-908361025475583495</id><published>2012-01-01T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T21:16:22.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm having a severe reaction. It's freaking me out. &lt;div&gt;It's itchy. Looks like hives. So scary man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It HAD to be on the first day of the year, great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't go to the clinic cos it's a public holiday. Damnnn it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall try going tomorrow, hopefully it's open. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, argh..... what the hell man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-908361025475583495?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/908361025475583495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=908361025475583495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/908361025475583495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/908361025475583495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-having-severe-reaction.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-2505139943702801452</id><published>2012-01-01T06:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T06:27:41.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy New Year! 2012. Oh my god. 2012.&lt;div&gt;The year i'm gonna leave Singapore forever. Oh no. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My last new year in Singapore so decided to go out. Seven of us went Clarke Quay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had our countdown there. We were right next to the speakers. I swear i'm partially deaf today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was pretty cool. We were right in front of the stage. After that, wanted to drop by somewhere but oh geees, so crowded man. The place was packed with people. And so many were smoking and drinking. The smell of smoke was so nauseating. Throat felt so dry. Today prolly increased like 10% of my chance of getting lung cancer. Ok kidding. But really? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everywhere was packed so we went somewhere else where it was less crowded and drank. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends were funny. Really funny. But sometimes too much funny is not good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahah. It went pretty down the hill after that. But i actually enjoyed the day. Besides the crowd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tho i think i prefer staying at home, watch some movie, chill out with friends. I don't mind going out there but just saying i'd still prefer home. Maybe going there like once in a while is okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home around 5am. Sheeeez so many people. Some were pissed drunk, lying on the ground. Some were swaying away. It was just so packed. Getting a taxi was like winning a lottery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked all the way. Managed to get a cab soon. Waited outside the gate and then home sweet home. Just bathed and washed my clothes. Feeling good. I think i'll wake up at like 4pm or so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And fml, my two towels were in the laundry so i had to use my shirt. My specs are in Jana's house so still wearing contacts. So frickin dry to the maxz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think imma take it out soon and just continue reading Digital Fortress. Have to take it out. And when i do, i can't read anything on the screen. Yes... i'm that blind. Sighs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright i hope 2012 goes well. But i can only foresee a lot of farewells and heartaches this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sighs. Pray for the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elvis Presely, muahahhaah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-2505139943702801452?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2505139943702801452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=2505139943702801452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/2505139943702801452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/2505139943702801452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year-2012.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-9160008174186986645</id><published>2011-12-31T16:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T16:49:58.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Geeez. Feeling sleepy. &lt;div&gt;No idea how the day's gonna end today. Let's see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, imma eat my lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-9160008174186986645?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/9160008174186986645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=9160008174186986645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/9160008174186986645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/9160008174186986645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2011/12/geeez.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-2192048392930442969</id><published>2011-12-31T07:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T08:02:55.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jvR28px9F0o/Tv5P3IEcPMI/AAAAAAAAI94/a1GRiNHaOdg/s1600/1zj11f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jvR28px9F0o/Tv5P3IEcPMI/AAAAAAAAI94/a1GRiNHaOdg/s400/1zj11f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692074787520396482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhh crap it's 8am and i haven't slept. &lt;div&gt;Watched Brain ep 13. Cried. Death is just so........ sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the person is no longer on Earth, it means you'll never hear the person talk, laugh, be able to touch them or just anything. They'll only exist in our memories. Just so sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sighs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway it's the last day of the year. No idea what i'm gonna do about it. Plan was to go out at night for the countdown but noone has confirmed anything. Hmm let's see. Personally i feel like staying at home and enjoy with my friends. I think their plan is to go out for a drink or something. I mean i don't mind that but not just in New Year or any public holidays man.. please. It's gonna be so crowded and i do not wanna be squashed in it. Rather go there on random days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm... but let's see. It'll be my last new year in Singapore. Better do something worthwhile eh? Dang so gonna miss this country. Sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight. Shall read Digital Fortress and sleep. I'm halfway! It's awesomeeeeeee as ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read it once back then but i've forgotten about it, feels like i'm reading a new book. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-2192048392930442969?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2192048392930442969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=2192048392930442969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/2192048392930442969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/2192048392930442969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2011/12/ahhh-crap-its-8am-and-i-havent-slept.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jvR28px9F0o/Tv5P3IEcPMI/AAAAAAAAI94/a1GRiNHaOdg/s72-c/1zj11f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-5743343986739285359</id><published>2011-12-30T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T22:04:51.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up at 3.30pm. Jana and i planned to go TP. Brought Daniel along, big mistake. Waaaaaaaaaaah. He was so so so so so so so so irritatingly naughty. And it was kinda beyzardi also cos everyone was staring like as tho he's our kid. Seriously why do people always have that thought? Why can't they think "oh, must be her nephew" or something like that. Sighs. Jana bought her lens and I needed to buy bra. So i bought this bra. It's ONE bra. It cost 90 bucks. Mindfck. Serious. Ok stupid me went straight to the counter without checking the price tag. I assumed it to be 70 bucks but it was 90 bucks. It's a Truimph bra. 90 bucks. Fck my life. One piece of cloth worn under your clothes and noone's gonna see it other than your husband. Fck my life. Wae wae wae? After buying that, i went to another shop and bought two bras for 10 bucks. So.... i could have bought 18 bras with that 90 bucks and instead i bought ONE bra. Mindfck indeed.&lt;div&gt;Ate at KFC. We went to Popular after that and oh god, i was so so so irritated with Daniel cos he kept running around and then he started crying. Fuuuuuuuu. Bought Digital Fortress. Yahooo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My set of Dan Brown books complete! He's an awesome author. Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home by bus cos i couldn't bear the stares from people in the MRT. Just kidding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought bananas, i shall bake a cake on New Year. Let's see. Having pauna at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot to go and collect my parcel. Fml. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very full right now. I think imma read my book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-5743343986739285359?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5743343986739285359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=5743343986739285359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/5743343986739285359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/5743343986739285359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2011/12/woke-up-at-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-3575744950243309944</id><published>2011-12-30T04:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T04:19:50.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crap, distracted.&lt;div&gt;So frickin sleepy. Need to BO, shower and sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-3575744950243309944?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3575744950243309944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=3575744950243309944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/3575744950243309944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/3575744950243309944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2011/12/crap-distracted.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-7636179147301181112</id><published>2011-12-30T02:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T03:06:55.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-paBmEXSLMq8/Tvy0zH2P9LI/AAAAAAAAI9s/BOa6lU3U4L8/s1600/gdragonelectriclove3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-paBmEXSLMq8/Tvy0zH2P9LI/AAAAAAAAI9s/BOa6lU3U4L8/s400/gdragonelectriclove3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691622819462378674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Morning shift was pretty okay. Five cases and everything was smooth. Starting to get the hand of it. Need to brush up on my medications knowledge man and gotta be more confident. &lt;div&gt;Lol thank God my preceptor's pretty awesome! Initially, I was kinda O.O, "she looks scary" but.... she's awesome cos she explains everything. So anyway, went home and i KO-ed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slept all the way and when i woke up, i was like oh shit, i'm late! And then i realised it's 7.30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-____-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, i'm OFF for three days! Woohoohoohoohoohoohoohoo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mad happy. Imma elevate my legs up and sleep all the way. Crap, the year is ending already! It's gonna be 2012 in two days time. Fast huh. It's already my fourth week of attachment, gonna be fifth next week so that means 8 weeks of attachment left. That also means, my time is Singapore is coming to an end. Ohmygod. Dad's planning for us to leave at March but i wanna go back to Nepal first. I'm hoping to go NY in April.. let's see how it goes. Getting so stressed thinking about the nursing there. If it was Aussie, everything would have been so smooth. Sighs. But family matters the most! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For these three days, what shall i do. Hmm. Shall prolly be going out for the countdown. Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eggcited to collect my parcel later. Mom said she sent nimkin. Hehehe. I miss her cooking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday in this house, the lunch and dinner is ALWAYS daal and veg. Or egg curry. Been seeing that egg curry almost 4/7 days. The sight of it pisses me off. It's so arghhhh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get so frustrated. Like fck fck fck. After a tired day at work, you go home and when you see that same old dish... ufff. I was so pissed today, i swear i was almost gonna cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is this man.. Arghhh. Or maybe ok, i think i've been to used to my mom cooking at least two side dishes like one veg and one meat for every meal. But seriously man?! Wtf, why why why is it always daal and veg and it's not even a variety, it's the same old thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eat that for atleast four days straight and you're gonna hate the sight of it. I haven't had chicken soup in months. Serious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know i'm old already and i should cook myself if i'm not happy or anything but... try standing for eight hours straight and going home to cook your dinner. The first thing you wanna do when you reach home will be to lie on your bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe, fine, no pain, no gain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait, wtf am i talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-7636179147301181112?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7636179147301181112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=7636179147301181112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/7636179147301181112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/7636179147301181112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2011/12/morning-shift-was-pretty-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-paBmEXSLMq8/Tvy0zH2P9LI/AAAAAAAAI9s/BOa6lU3U4L8/s72-c/gdragonelectriclove3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-740295933477913519</id><published>2011-12-29T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T01:05:32.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QY7UozZjHAM/TvtMD9cl-HI/AAAAAAAAI9g/FNz1kWfpsaI/s1600/tumblr_lrxlwnZ1v61qd80wyo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QY7UozZjHAM/TvtMD9cl-HI/AAAAAAAAI9g/FNz1kWfpsaI/s400/tumblr_lrxlwnZ1v61qd80wyo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691226185030563954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another tiring day. Time flew. &lt;div&gt;Morning shift later. Dang. I better sleep quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta tahan one more shift and then three rest days! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-740295933477913519?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/740295933477913519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=740295933477913519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/740295933477913519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/740295933477913519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2011/12/another-tiring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QY7UozZjHAM/TvtMD9cl-HI/AAAAAAAAI9g/FNz1kWfpsaI/s72-c/tumblr_lrxlwnZ1v61qd80wyo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-2382012983283394921</id><published>2011-12-28T02:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T02:45:07.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GGjEMqaILv0/TvoRtyQGKEI/AAAAAAAAI9U/TA1S2qZN3ac/s1600/42206752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GGjEMqaILv0/TvoRtyQGKEI/AAAAAAAAI9U/TA1S2qZN3ac/s400/42206752.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690880557417113666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The day was... argh. &lt;div&gt;Confirmed black listed by Sister. Praying hard it's not her who will grade us. Sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went shopping after shift. Money fly man but... i guess i'll take it as Christmas present!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PM shift later. Hope the day ends quickly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uniforms currently bleaching in progress, hope they become clean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-2382012983283394921?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2382012983283394921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=2382012983283394921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/2382012983283394921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/2382012983283394921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GGjEMqaILv0/TvoRtyQGKEI/AAAAAAAAI9U/TA1S2qZN3ac/s72-c/42206752.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-5694349056690539439</id><published>2011-12-27T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T00:20:31.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FIdCSYrhl_c/TvidKZiyDRI/AAAAAAAAI9I/-MqO5PalbOs/s1600/tumblr_lwrlfdVZX91qb0qc2o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FIdCSYrhl_c/TvidKZiyDRI/AAAAAAAAI9I/-MqO5PalbOs/s400/tumblr_lwrlfdVZX91qb0qc2o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690470931163647250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The day seemed pretty quiet initially. Almost empty. &lt;div&gt;My cubicle only had like two patients present but both were complicated cases. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was pretty okay... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT FCK. FCK. FCK. Feel like crying when i think about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lost my earpiece. I think. Or it got stolen. I clearly remember putting it inside my bag after listening to it. When i ended shift and i checked my bag, it was frickin not there. Heart literally dropped. Searched but couldn't find it. Rempittttttt. Seriously man... my best friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i was in the MRT, going home, it was so frickin noisy. Like people were talking and talking in such loud voices. There was even this guy quarreling with a woman who looked like his mother. I was getting so so so irritated! I don't know why MRT had to be so noisy of all days. And then i realized, maybe it has always been like that. Except i always used to have my earpiece on with me therefore i didn't realise it.  Argggh even sadder when i think about that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sighs... i better find it man. That's my dad's earpiece. I lost mine in Nepal. Uffffffffff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What sucks even more? I'm AM shift today. It's already 12.20am. I only have five hours left before i wake up to start another day. Sighs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a good note, mom says she sent me a parcel. Yayyyyyyyyyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-5694349056690539439?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5694349056690539439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=5694349056690539439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/5694349056690539439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/5694349056690539439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-seemed-pretty-quiet-initially.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FIdCSYrhl_c/TvidKZiyDRI/AAAAAAAAI9I/-MqO5PalbOs/s72-c/tumblr_lwrlfdVZX91qb0qc2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-902758064885271328</id><published>2011-12-26T03:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T03:07:06.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-apTuerq1zP8/Tvdz9QvY0gI/AAAAAAAAI88/5U_DdvnFrVI/s1600/tumblr_lwpiqrs6dz1qa871so1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-apTuerq1zP8/Tvdz9QvY0gI/AAAAAAAAI88/5U_DdvnFrVI/s400/tumblr_lwpiqrs6dz1qa871so1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690144150508851714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh goddddddd... there is such a heavy feeling in my heart. &lt;div&gt;I feel like i've forgotten to do something. Dang... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking about PRCP is making me so so stressed. I've already screwed up once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on man, this is my fourth week in the ward. Aza Aza! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully everything goes well... Sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-902758064885271328?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/902758064885271328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=902758064885271328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/902758064885271328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/902758064885271328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-goddddddd.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-apTuerq1zP8/Tvdz9QvY0gI/AAAAAAAAI88/5U_DdvnFrVI/s72-c/tumblr_lwpiqrs6dz1qa871so1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-4465682241231900574</id><published>2011-12-25T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T22:05:32.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had plans today.&lt;div&gt;But my lazy ass won. So...i spent the whole day at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really know what to do currently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only drama i've been watching is Brain. I've stopped watching Me too, flower or Man of honor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe next time.. hmmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe i'll take a nap. 10pm is too early to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-4465682241231900574?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4465682241231900574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=4465682241231900574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/4465682241231900574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/4465682241231900574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-had-plans-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-5244041085102335661</id><published>2011-12-25T05:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T05:15:43.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4_aL4lfXgM/TvY_1fYvLxI/AAAAAAAAI8w/VvVO9BTj1dc/s1600/tumblr_lwpps7vOn81qa871so1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4_aL4lfXgM/TvY_1fYvLxI/AAAAAAAAI8w/VvVO9BTj1dc/s400/tumblr_lwpps7vOn81qa871so1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689805367420071698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner was awesome. We started cooking pretty late. Had to chop the chicken, damn it's hard yo. We only had our dinner around 11pm or so. But it was awesomeeeee. Sambal chili chicken, aloo which tasted like the ones in curry puffs and chicken rice. Not much variety but it's 5am right now and i can still feel the food up to my throat. After dinner, we had our log cake. Ahh... it was finished in 5 minutes. Lol. I swear when we're eating, all I can hear is the sound of our chewing. No one exactly talks a conversation. Heh. After eating, we laid around and watched TV. Stayed there till 3am. So windy! Awesomeeeee. The coldness is just too good. Although i'm shivering, it's still..... woohoo! I hope it rains later. &lt;div&gt;Alright, Merry Christmas everyone! On this day, i'll prolly be... sleeping at home and going jogging later. Lol. If i feel like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-5244041085102335661?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5244041085102335661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=5244041085102335661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/5244041085102335661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/5244041085102335661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2011/12/dinner-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4_aL4lfXgM/TvY_1fYvLxI/AAAAAAAAI8w/VvVO9BTj1dc/s72-c/tumblr_lwpps7vOn81qa871so1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-5984347659645979907</id><published>2011-12-24T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T20:49:01.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sheeeez. Slept at 7am, woke up at 6pm. &lt;div&gt;Been raining and it feels good. We're celebrating Christmas at Kamala's house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went Serangoon just to buy a log cake. Currently at my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We haven't even started cooking and it's gonna be 9pm soon. Sheeeez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually feel like taking out the cake and just dig in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phupu and the whole family went out for Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's pretty crazy to go out on a rainy day. Anyway... asa! Rain feels good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The coldness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok time to go off~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-5984347659645979907?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5984347659645979907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=5984347659645979907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/5984347659645979907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/5984347659645979907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2011/12/sheeeez.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-8794601492600625229</id><published>2011-12-24T04:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T05:05:27.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nmo0vxCvp6o/TvTry6ESFHI/AAAAAAAAI8k/QPdmj4mEkIg/s1600/6216_107636155167_22149640167_2599132_8344867_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nmo0vxCvp6o/TvTry6ESFHI/AAAAAAAAI8k/QPdmj4mEkIg/s400/6216_107636155167_22149640167_2599132_8344867_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689431489088984178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crap it's 5am. Ended up watching recipes. Man i seriously can't wait to live alone or be in a place where i'll be having no restrictions, won't be judged or anything and cook all i want. &lt;div&gt;Lol i think when i live alone, which i doubt will happen so the only time i will be living "independently" will be when i get married in the future, provided my husband and I live alone and not with anyone else. I think i'll be cooking. Wait. No. I'll be working. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missy! No wait. Not gonna be in Singapore anymore. What do they call nurses over there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling slightly giddy. I better shower and sleep quickly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-8794601492600625229?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8794601492600625229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=8794601492600625229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/8794601492600625229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/8794601492600625229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2011/12/crap-its-5am.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nmo0vxCvp6o/TvTry6ESFHI/AAAAAAAAI8k/QPdmj4mEkIg/s72-c/6216_107636155167_22149640167_2599132_8344867_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-1381804349758030164</id><published>2011-12-24T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T01:01:01.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently feeling high. Like wooh, i'm swaying around as tho i'm dancing to some music but only the sound of my fan is present actually. Kinda happy. It was a pretty... good day. Took four cases. Ended up with five. It also happens to be my two days off from today! Hehehehe. Merry Merry Christmas! Ahhhhh, gotta love public holidays. Not that i actually find it special or anything like that, they happen every year but.... it just means a day off! Wooooh~ Fricking full right now. My staff asked us to eat the food from the ward party... oh god. But omo! Blackforest cake after so so long! That has to be my favorite! Yummeh. On another note, fckkkkkkk. I swear my uniform's gonna tear up all the way any moment. Can't handle my fat stomach liaoooo. Kinda lol. Hahaha. &lt;div&gt;Oh yeah also... one of my patient's relative asked me if i'm Singaporean and when i said no, she was like, "ohh... no wonder. You have a very sweet face." Jaw dropped. Ok i don't have very low self esteem or anything like that but whaaaaaat? Sweet face and me??! Errrr.......... that's a O.O combo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even I myself do not think that i have a sweet face. Oh wait, maybe it's because i know myself well. To her, who saw me for the first time, maybe lo.. because in public or when i'm working, i am sort of a completely different person. I'm more quiet and shy. Like i said, i don't really know how to interact with strangers unless i get a good vibe from them. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok me the mad happy right now cos i get to sleep sleep sleep. Woohoohoo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas christmas, lai liao. But i don't really feel the hype.. maybe because I've been stuck in the hospital pretty much like my entire month. It's time to go shopping! Body shop's having sale!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-1381804349758030164?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1381804349758030164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=1381804349758030164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/1381804349758030164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/1381804349758030164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2011/12/currently-feeling-high.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-8603543447696754058</id><published>2011-12-23T02:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T02:31:14.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vSKf5ndKXZo/TvN3BXYxGDI/AAAAAAAAI8Y/7bcRciwwbgc/s1600/n32985405914_2215035_5573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vSKf5ndKXZo/TvN3BXYxGDI/AAAAAAAAI8Y/7bcRciwwbgc/s400/n32985405914_2215035_5573.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689021619640539186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sleepy to the max. One more day and then two rest days. Come on. &lt;div&gt;Day was okay... argh do not want to talk currently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EXTREMELY sleepy. Hope today goes well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shall shower and sleep, goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-8603543447696754058?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8603543447696754058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=8603543447696754058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/8603543447696754058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/8603543447696754058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2011/12/sleepy-to-max.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vSKf5ndKXZo/TvN3BXYxGDI/AAAAAAAAI8Y/7bcRciwwbgc/s72-c/n32985405914_2215035_5573.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-6505553047116563556</id><published>2011-12-22T03:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T04:17:20.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UxIV_zv4vfo/TvIxB3QyBRI/AAAAAAAAI8M/OdOeXYS47pY/s1600/tumblr_lwjoxwPwf41qa871so1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UxIV_zv4vfo/TvIxB3QyBRI/AAAAAAAAI8M/OdOeXYS47pY/s400/tumblr_lwjoxwPwf41qa871so1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688663187406325010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day went by just like that.... why so short. Sighs. Woke up at 5pm yesterday, bought the newpaper and a chocolate. Was gonna finish reading when Renu called me to go Taiseng and meet the others there for dinner. Soo.... dinner at Taiseng it was. Sambal sotong, yummeh. Talked and talked with them. Dang. Everyone's going Aussie. &lt;br /&gt;Sucks man. I seriously don't know how my future will be like in NY. I'm not even sure about the nursing there. Wait hold on, i'm not even sure whether i really really wanna do Nursing. Wait... maybe i will. But anyway, it's just so difficult there in NY and it's not even like confirmed or anything. Aussie would be a better path definitely. Plus my friends will be there, the syllabus is the same there, it's pretty close to Asia and the place is slightly conservative too. I mean comparing to NY.&lt;br /&gt;But the awesome thing about NY is... i'll be with my family and... it's NY yo. *In Newwwwwwwwwwwww Yorkkkkk* (singing)&lt;br /&gt;But.. i rather go Aussie. If only my parents could be there. Sian. &lt;br /&gt;But then again, my life's not gonna be over if i go NY right. I'll go there for some time, check out how things are there. If it really seems impossible there, i can always try hard and go to Aussie to do my studies right. It's not like life's gonna stop there. It has to move on. If one path's not good, go to the other one. I mean i'll only be twenty, got years ahead. And... in life, one has got to enjoy it right?&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Before all this, i have to clear one obstacle first. PRCP.&lt;br /&gt;It's only been three weeks and i'm already arghhhhhhhh about it. Been making so  many mistakes. I lack communication skills man. I just do not know how to interact with strangers. Sheez. How do people actually be so friendly huh? I envy them.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway prays to God that everything will go well man. Please.&lt;br /&gt;Skyped with my family for a moment. Sighs... as much as i love them, i get so so so irritated when i hear them talk about being against inter-caste marriage and stuffs like that. So one of my phupus went off with a guy and mom was like, "Jeni... if you do that, i'll die." It makes me so mad! It's 2011 man. Come on yaar. &lt;br /&gt;If two people are happy, why interrupt? Who are we to say all that and judge right? &lt;br /&gt;The society is screwed up. I doubt this will change in my generation but i hope in the future generations, it will be alright. And on the other hand, i can see my future, getting married to some Gurung guy. No other choices. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;But let's see. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway crap, it's 4am. Better shower and sleep stat. PM shift later.&lt;br /&gt;Hope it goes well.&lt;br /&gt;Ok just finished talking to my parents. Miss them a lot man.&lt;br /&gt;Sighs goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-6505553047116563556?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6505553047116563556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=6505553047116563556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/6505553047116563556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/6505553047116563556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-went-by-just-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UxIV_zv4vfo/TvIxB3QyBRI/AAAAAAAAI8M/OdOeXYS47pY/s72-c/tumblr_lwjoxwPwf41qa871so1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-3805728255876235485</id><published>2011-12-21T03:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T03:25:05.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lLvmHcys2Yk/TvDei0fmRMI/AAAAAAAAI8A/O6MNAyo2oBQ/s1600/20111204_bigbang1-600x804.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lLvmHcys2Yk/TvDei0fmRMI/AAAAAAAAI8A/O6MNAyo2oBQ/s400/20111204_bigbang1-600x804.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688291019157030082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday was a bad bad day. Slept around 3.30am or so. Got a call at 7.25am telling me that i'm AM shift. I was like wtfffffffffffffff? I'm PM! Then Sister talked to me and she said i was in AM shift. Ohmygod, i swear i seriously thought they were playing some prank on me. I couldn't believe it yo. No idea, it was like just sooooo registered in my head that i was in PM shift that i couldn't believe that i was actually supposed to be AM. Omg, Sister asked me to quickly report to work. I was like even more huh?! Rushed like hell, ironed my uniform and so on and cabbed there. GG man. Surprisingly of all the days, i had slept early. Like 3am is considered early since i always go to sleep around 5am or so if i'm PM shift. But somehow no idea why but i slept around 3.30am. Rempit, i had like planned out what time to wake up, iron my clothes, get ready and so on but.... oh god. Reached the ward at 8.10am. Thank God, Sister asked me to just sign in.. didn't take any cases. Did EN role all the way. I wasn't sure what time to sign out but i know it definitely had to be after 4pm.. so i just signed out at 5.10pm. So, 2 hours make up. So beyzardi man. Like everyone knew i was late. Embarrassing ya know. So many mistakes.&lt;div&gt;Crap. Definitely need a bang on my head. Been getting extremely sleepy these days. Prolly lack of oxygen. Lol. I doubt i'll be able to donate blood man. Have a feeling Hb will be low.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, KO-ed on my bed all the way till 9pm. It's 3.30am, i better shower and sleep too. Getting so sleepy. I'm day off today. I'm starting to get a phobia of that right now. Like, i'm scared it will happen again. I feel like rechecking again and again to confirm what shifts i'm in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sheeez. Sighhs... definitely hope the days go better man. 9 more weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go go go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-3805728255876235485?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3805728255876235485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=3805728255876235485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/3805728255876235485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/3805728255876235485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2011/12/yesterday-was-bad-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lLvmHcys2Yk/TvDei0fmRMI/AAAAAAAAI8A/O6MNAyo2oBQ/s72-c/20111204_bigbang1-600x804.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-5558237846457450638</id><published>2011-12-20T01:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T01:45:57.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cq7rFe-MKgg/Tu94GHoks4I/AAAAAAAAI70/wPhudDBvLC8/s1600/tumblr_ltmfd2eDzL1qa871so1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cq7rFe-MKgg/Tu94GHoks4I/AAAAAAAAI70/wPhudDBvLC8/s400/tumblr_ltmfd2eDzL1qa871so1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687896900915999618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting shocked with myself..&lt;div&gt;Seriously arghhhh. Dislike it so much. Sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway man, i don't know.. I just wanna lie on my bed and sleep all day long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn. Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-5558237846457450638?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5558237846457450638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=5558237846457450638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/5558237846457450638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/5558237846457450638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2011/12/getting-shocked-with-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cq7rFe-MKgg/Tu94GHoks4I/AAAAAAAAI70/wPhudDBvLC8/s72-c/tumblr_ltmfd2eDzL1qa871so1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-3110175541682456598</id><published>2011-12-20T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T00:13:31.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yeah omg loooool, i was going home in the MRT and then the train started making funny noises and it was slowing down and then speeding. I was like, "nooooo, not now! Not now!! Tahan! One more stop!". The train abruptly stopped. I was like wtf, now of all days when i'm dying to sleep. Walau ufff. Right when i thought about that, the train started moving. &lt;div&gt;That paiseh feeling when you make judgments about people so quickly and find it to be false in the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-3110175541682456598?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3110175541682456598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=3110175541682456598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/3110175541682456598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/3110175541682456598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-yeah-omg-loooool-i-was-going-home-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-5994198226260848188</id><published>2011-12-19T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T23:46:24.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fcking sleepy to the maxz. The day was mad busy man. I don't even know what happened but the time just flew. Sheeez. Took three cases but one was discharged. Had like only three patients in my cubicle initially but it was still so busy cos they were all new admissions and the changes were like a LOT. Went break at 6.30pm. After coming back, was done with everything. Right when i thought everything was over, at 9.30pm SHARP, when my shift ended, frickin FOUR new admissions. Are you fcking kidding me???! And i had to take the manual BP. Waaaah liao. Thank god i managed to leave around 9.50pm. Sheeez man. And i was dead sleepy. &lt;div&gt;Dang.... can't wait for Wednesday. One more day. come on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-5994198226260848188?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5994198226260848188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=5994198226260848188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/5994198226260848188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/5994198226260848188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2011/12/fcking-sleepy-to-maxz.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-5804566431100126646</id><published>2011-12-19T03:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T03:32:08.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of the most arghhhh feeling i can never ever stand:&lt;div&gt;Being looked down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the most annoying/irritating/amusing thing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being looked down by someone who's no better in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-5804566431100126646?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5804566431100126646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=5804566431100126646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/5804566431100126646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/5804566431100126646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-of-most-arghhhh-feeling-i-can-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-6998219982426632434</id><published>2011-12-19T03:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T03:28:11.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And oh crapppppppppp, getting fat and fatter. And YES I KNOW THAT.&lt;div&gt;You don't have to tell me. I know myself best. And for fck's sake, imma black face everyone who tells me to lose weight. Yo, take 3 minutes of your life to listen to It's my life-Bon Jovi yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-6998219982426632434?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6998219982426632434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=6998219982426632434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/6998219982426632434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/6998219982426632434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-oh-crapppppppppp-getting-fat-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-1145140586685055325</id><published>2011-12-19T03:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T03:26:01.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder... why do we mock love and yet we need it secretly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-1145140586685055325?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1145140586685055325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=1145140586685055325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/1145140586685055325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/1145140586685055325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-8624373967962219365</id><published>2011-12-19T03:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T03:25:05.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OOv1KUsuKks/Tu48shJu18I/AAAAAAAAI7o/emdohANmE9o/s1600/2nlepgk.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OOv1KUsuKks/Tu48shJu18I/AAAAAAAAI7o/emdohANmE9o/s400/2nlepgk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687550114926614466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went for pauna and came back home with the food reaching my throat. Dipa, Nita and Renu came over to my house. Had a LOL time with them. Lololol. Ahhh good old days. Heh.&lt;div&gt;I swear i had an awesome childhood. Hahahaha. Miss those days yo!!! I think the old days were aawesome. Back then we didn't have facebook and all these internet stuffs. We used to go down to play every single day. Man.. GC ain't that lively anymore. Sighs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway PM shift today. Can't wait for rest day on Wednesday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope the days go well... goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-8624373967962219365?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8624373967962219365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=8624373967962219365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/8624373967962219365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/8624373967962219365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2011/12/went-for-pauna-and-came-back-home-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OOv1KUsuKks/Tu48shJu18I/AAAAAAAAI7o/emdohANmE9o/s72-c/2nlepgk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-9097518887889378843</id><published>2011-12-18T19:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T20:06:25.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tqwUUpzoqmA/Tu3NBBaCwpI/AAAAAAAAI7c/Vmlie8zrrPY/s1600/IMG_1636.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tqwUUpzoqmA/Tu3NBBaCwpI/AAAAAAAAI7c/Vmlie8zrrPY/s400/IMG_1636.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687427321880035986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xs7r_ubzlA0/Tu3NAotqVeI/AAAAAAAAI7Q/h0Lld2IegBg/s1600/IMG_1635.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xs7r_ubzlA0/Tu3NAotqVeI/AAAAAAAAI7Q/h0Lld2IegBg/s400/IMG_1635.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687427315251434978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 4pm. Baked chocolate brownie. The appearance came out nice esp the bottom, there were no holes or distortions. But.. it didn't taste as nice as back then. I think i prefer the banana cake. Oh well... It's been raining since morning, no complaints here. Enjoying it. Hope it rains at night too. Ahhhh nice weather. Having pauna later. &lt;div&gt;Fcking fat day. Lol. Nita and Dipa coming over to my line in a few minutes. She made puri and aloo. Lol. Fat day indeed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol im back from meeting the two. Shit i'm frickin full right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not feel like going pauna man. Dang it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-9097518887889378843?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/9097518887889378843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=9097518887889378843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/9097518887889378843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/9097518887889378843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2011/12/woke-up-at-4pm.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tqwUUpzoqmA/Tu3NBBaCwpI/AAAAAAAAI7c/Vmlie8zrrPY/s72-c/IMG_1636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-7069919753722413486</id><published>2011-12-18T03:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T03:17:50.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5HNnp7wR7HM/TuzpkzEzl2I/AAAAAAAAI7E/ayh6k1Ys0Hc/s1600/tumblr_lrq0dgQk7C1qeeb8po1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5HNnp7wR7HM/TuzpkzEzl2I/AAAAAAAAI7E/ayh6k1Ys0Hc/s400/tumblr_lrq0dgQk7C1qeeb8po1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687177247857022818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally rest day. Was sleepy the whole day man. Day went on okay... saturdays or sundays, doesn't matter anymore. It's still the same. Sighs. &lt;div&gt;Went home and KO-ed on my bed all the way till 8.30pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been watching Brain and as usual, awesomeeeee. Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like each episode, the ending just leaves you wanting to know what will happen next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heh. Anyway oh god, been having so much dairy products. Ate cheese cake from Starbucks and damn, it's awesome. At home, there's nutella so been eating that. There's also milk and i've been taking that too. Currently, i kinda feel like BO-ing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway plan today was to go donate blood but i highly doubt i'll wake up at 9am. Aiyah anyway i think shall just go during Christmas or NY eve cos i'll be having two or three days off straight. Today's only one day off so think imma sleep to energize myself. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay seriously sleepy. Shall shower and sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or wait, maybe i'll look at recipes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-7069919753722413486?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7069919753722413486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=7069919753722413486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/7069919753722413486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/7069919753722413486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2011/12/finally-rest-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5HNnp7wR7HM/TuzpkzEzl2I/AAAAAAAAI7E/ayh6k1Ys0Hc/s72-c/tumblr_lrq0dgQk7C1qeeb8po1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-5566556926853273184</id><published>2011-12-17T01:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T01:43:19.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-38yw24STkmE/TuuB-1amGPI/AAAAAAAAI64/Pvf7dnV6rjI/s1600/tumblr_lpsyy1hGD21qfvil5o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-38yw24STkmE/TuuB-1amGPI/AAAAAAAAI64/Pvf7dnV6rjI/s400/tumblr_lpsyy1hGD21qfvil5o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686781870975883506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Researching on some diagnosis and so on. Man, sometimes when i see the signs and symptoms and i feel like i'm having all those, i get paranoid. Tsk tsk. &lt;div&gt;Anyway legs about to fall off soon. Need to tahan 8 hours in the ward and then.... sleeeeeeeeeep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall shower and sleep. Goodnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-5566556926853273184?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5566556926853273184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=5566556926853273184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/5566556926853273184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/5566556926853273184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2011/12/researching-on-some-diagnosis-and-so-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-38yw24STkmE/TuuB-1amGPI/AAAAAAAAI64/Pvf7dnV6rjI/s72-c/tumblr_lpsyy1hGD21qfvil5o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-4902831891726860670</id><published>2011-12-16T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T00:01:44.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Legs aching to the maxzzzz. &lt;div&gt;The day went fast. Took two cases. Hmm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh i'm just extremely tired right now. Yawning away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morning shift tomorrow, arggggh. That sucks yo. PM to AM. Sianxzzzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope the day flies fast and woooh, rest day! I just realised it's Christmas next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time is really really going fast. No complaints tho. Would like the next 10 weeks to zoom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, shall take a nap for a short while and come back here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-4902831891726860670?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4902831891726860670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=4902831891726860670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/4902831891726860670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/4902831891726860670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2011/12/legs-aching-to-maxzzzz.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-8042702573773057496</id><published>2011-12-16T03:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T03:49:20.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man when i look at Queen's videos... damnnn.&lt;div&gt;I wish i could time travel back to the 80s and be able to go their concert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frickin awesomeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-8042702573773057496?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8042702573773057496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=8042702573773057496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/8042702573773057496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/8042702573773057496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2011/12/man-when-i-look-at-queens-videos.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-3370678411972754216</id><published>2011-12-16T02:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T03:09:15.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vUTHdmPpA_E/TupAkALIiZI/AAAAAAAAI6s/218JIEAiAs0/s1600/tumblr_lw4v3ra2yQ1ql5p6to1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vUTHdmPpA_E/TupAkALIiZI/AAAAAAAAI6s/218JIEAiAs0/s400/tumblr_lw4v3ra2yQ1ql5p6to1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686428466774837650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think the day ended a lil faster. Supposedly took two cases but the patient discharged. O.O &lt;div&gt;Didn't realise the time passing by. Wooooh, if only everyday could be like that during shifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lil more confident in using the baxter pump. I finally did stoma care too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My main arggh skill for this posting will prolly be bladder washout. That skill.. never ever got the hang of it. I don't mean the changing of the bag or anything, i mean setting up the whole bladder washout system. It's that joining of that catheter part which makes me arghh.. I mean.. okay lah i haven't exactly practised it on a real patient or anything. During our skills lab waaay back in Year 1 or 2, i remember being super clumsy with it and i found it to be very arghhh! I think maybe it's because on that day i was very clumsy and i kept making mistakes so it left a mark on me for this skill to be on my black list. Hmmm cos when i was reading through the skill again on my book and talking to my friend about it, i was like... hmmm, seems ok but why am i so scared of it? Lol. Omg the drugs, i need to revise on it yo. Everything sounds so familiar and i know them but i just can't remember their indications. Dang. And it sucks cos i lost my drug list! Need to get them printed from someone asap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway... North South line was down today. Wadda fuggggg, my shortest way home and it was down. Fuuuuuuuu. Had to go all the way to dhoby ghaut and then to woodleigh. Decided to drop off at Woodleigh cos we wanted to go JooSeng. Bought nutella! Shall bake soon! We ate there and reached home around 11.30pm. Oh crap... been having Subway for three days straight. I'll go to Kopitiam but in the end, i'll just buy Subway cos it's very fast there. Lol. Think i need to switch cos man, my money is flying too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PM shift later.. and then morning shift the next day. That sucks. PA shifts..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But on the other hand, can't wait for Sunday. Imma sleep all the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously think i can go on sleeping for days if i lived alone and there are completely NO plans at all to do anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of sleep is making me sleepy. Better shower and sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-3370678411972754216?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3370678411972754216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=3370678411972754216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/3370678411972754216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/3370678411972754216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-think-day-ended-lil-faster.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vUTHdmPpA_E/TupAkALIiZI/AAAAAAAAI6s/218JIEAiAs0/s72-c/tumblr_lw4v3ra2yQ1ql5p6to1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-3456948022216926797</id><published>2011-12-15T04:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T04:44:32.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And ohmygod the second video was of his "brother" supporting him. &lt;div&gt;Ok i don't know Chinese well but at least i know it well enough to understand that he was saying something like women should be in the kitchen making a sandwich and if that was his girlfriend, he would have slapped her? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A useless person saying that... it amuses me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-3456948022216926797?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3456948022216926797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=3456948022216926797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/3456948022216926797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/3456948022216926797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-ohmygod-second-video-was-of-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-1182150018285649599</id><published>2011-12-15T04:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T04:36:19.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wlvuh0xa3-Q/TukDrIFyEEI/AAAAAAAAI6g/SnRK5ZsL_-8/s1600/tumblr_lw7b41AYua1qa871so1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wlvuh0xa3-Q/TukDrIFyEEI/AAAAAAAAI6g/SnRK5ZsL_-8/s400/tumblr_lw7b41AYua1qa871so1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686080043972956226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway today while i was watching a video, i figured out one of the things i really dislike in life or guys. Not that i didn't really know but i didn't know it was to that extent.&lt;div&gt;Yeah i saw a video on this "ahbeng" scolding away, saying vulgarities and so on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whooaaaaaaaaaaa, as i was watching that, i had this extremely irritated feeling. Like arghhhhh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cannot cannot stand guys who act tough and act like they own the world or are always looking for trouble with people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find those people stupid and i hate that kind of stupid people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are different kinds of stupid feelings when you don't know an answer and so on but that kind of stupid is like they don't know that in reality they're making a fool out of themselves and are actually making themselves seem like a useless bunch of people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean.... hmm i guess... i just like guys who they know their rights and wrongs and they know their responsibilities and are actually smart enough to avoid fights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Same goes for the girls. Ohmygoodness... cannot stand those girls who act all tough just because they've got a guy behind their back. Those kind who will go, "stare wad stare? got problem ah?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be creating scenarios of me pulling their hair back and forth in my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah i know.. who am i judge right? But i guess that's my personal feelings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Priss la ok, i'm sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tsk tsk. Oh crap, it's 4.35am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need to bathe and sleep stat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PM later, hope the day really really goes well man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-1182150018285649599?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1182150018285649599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=1182150018285649599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/1182150018285649599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/1182150018285649599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2011/12/anyway-today-while-i-was-watching-video.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wlvuh0xa3-Q/TukDrIFyEEI/AAAAAAAAI6g/SnRK5ZsL_-8/s72-c/tumblr_lw7b41AYua1qa871so1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34560942.post-352097571340436640</id><published>2011-12-15T04:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T04:39:12.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JLZ4E0KRlMg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JLZ4E0KRlMg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The embed code for the video's not there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, ohmygod.... this frickin made me speechless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has to be my favorite voice in the world besides my family's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still remember that night in my Babai bedroom when i happened to listen to one of his songs and i swear my heart literally moved and then i started getting hooked onto his songs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The voice of heaven, to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34560942-352097571340436640?l=theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/352097571340436640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34560942&amp;postID=352097571340436640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/352097571340436640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34560942/posts/default/352097571340436640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-disaster.blogspot.com/2011/12/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Beetle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12932495366332523908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWC8HJmFpn0/TwNKh2YzmqI/AAAAAAAAI-o/iSILBGHBsXs/s220/IMG_3038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
