Ooooookay??!!???

What is this?????????
Incentives for marrying and converting orang asli
The Star 27/6/2006-Nation pg 23

KELANTAN will offer RM10,000 to each Muslim preacher who marries an orang asli woman and naturally converts her as part of renewed efforts to propagate Islam among the 3,000-odd community in the state. State Religious Affairs committee chairman Hassan Mahamood (PAS – Tawang) said the same incentive was applicable if the preacher was a Muslim woman who took an orang asli husband.

Asked if the preacher may court the orang asli as a second or third wife, Hassan said it depended on the individual. The latest figures show that in the past five years, 2,904 of some 3,000 orang asli who reside in Gua Musang and Jeli districts, embraced Islam on their own free will. Hassan said the state government was unhappy with the conversion rate of the orang asli, who traditionally did not subscribe to any main religion.

Besides the monetary incentive, the preachers would also receive free accommodation, a four-wheel-drive vehicle and a fixed monthly allowance of RM1,000.

I shall keep my comments to myself because you, my friends who read this would have the same reaction as me. The news speaks for itself.

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Tagged by GraceY:
4 movies I can watch over and over again
1) I not stupid
2) Patch Adams (but yea a bit too long though...)
3) Joy Luck Club
4) Mulan the disney cartoon (HAHA...)

4 places I have lived
1) Labuan
(the land of cheap cars+duty free!!!! better than sitiawan.. Just kidding la sitiawanians! Seriously those sitiawan ppl, for better or for worst, are SUPER patriotic)
2) KL/Subang
3) Miri
4) Sibu (kampua land)

4 of my favourite dishes
1) Anything but IMU food
2) Anything but IMU food
3) Anything but IMU food
4) Anything but IMU food
(sorry i don't have a favourite anymore, EVERYTHING outside IMU is good!)

4 sites I visit [as] daily [as possible]
1) http://www.yahoo.com/
2) cannot tell ;) (not because of XXX content okay! U ppl..*tsk*)
3) http://www.masak-masak.blogspot.com/
4) Friends' blogs..too many!
(sigh, this is how I burn all my time that should be used for studying..)

4 places I'd rather be right now
1) SYDNEY! SYNDEY! SYDNEY!
2) Taman Hill Top (haha)
3) In a wedding chapel......................
(watching Mr DY and Miss CS... Not myself! Plz buy me a free ticket ok guys?)
4) Heaven? ;)

4 people I'd like to tag...IMU ppl if get tagged also won't do cuz it's EXAM season, so, haha, nvm ;)

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All the way from Australia! :) Thanks Gary! Really, really nice to get mail delivered.
Sorry for pic quality, haha not expert like Jinny or Philip.

Sometimes

Sometimes...
when you don't know if you can pass your finals
when you face an uncertain future in a new country
when you are aware of your inadequacies

Sometimes...
when life is just monotonous
when your loved ones are far away
when disappointments hit you in the face

Sometimes...
when you are afraid that you might miss the one,
when the MSK and CNS (argh, pulls hair) notes are squiggles that make no sense
when you know that you still don't quite have it to not kill a patient

Sometimes...
despite all the "sometimes blues,"
you can just wake up and thank God because
just like this song...Our God is great! :)


The splendor of a King, clothed in majesty
Let all the earth rejoice
All the earth rejoice

He wraps himself in Light, and darkness tries to hide
And trembles at His voice
Trembles at His voice

How great is our God, sing with me
How great is our God, and all will see
How great, how great is our God

Age to age He stands
And time is in His hands
Beginning and the end
Beginning and the end

The Godhead Three in One
Father Spirit Son
The Lion and the Lamb
The Lion and the Lamb

Name above all names
Worthy of all praise
My heart will sing
How great is our God

How great is our God, sing with me
How great is our God, and all will see
How great, how great is our God

Chronic illness

Yea I know I have been plagued with this illness for a long long time.

Those around me shudder to touch on this topic because any mention of it will trigger an anaphylatic shock that could include gagging, excessive irritation on eyes leading towards tears, paralysis of motor function and drooping of corners of mouth. (almost like a facial nerve palsy but this is symmetrically diffused)

This is Bell's palsy/facial nerve palsy, only affects one side of the face.

But I think there's lots of improvement. It used to take 2 days to recover from an attack, then 1 day now it's down to 3 hours? Much much better, although still quite an embarrasing rate of recovery. I know that it's almost pathological, akin to a parasite lodging in my brain that refuses to compute reality. Just like the Parastrongylus cantonesis type of infection that causes worms to hatch in the brain and come out from the virtuos humor of the eye lens *yewww*, this illness has distorted my vision, my brain and my heart!

Just like how all of you don't understand why I cannot recover from this illness I myself too, for the life of me, really really can't understand why I cannot recover as well!!! I chalk this up to manic obsessive compulsive disorder and catagorize myself as a patient.

I know this illness has caused me to be blind and unable to see that good people exist too. It has cause me to loose my peripheral nerve function; thus become insensitive and only fixating on a certain obessiveness. (yea, I know it is bad & very severe, till the point that I'm ashamed of myself).

I know I need an aggressive treatment of Metabenzole so that I can recover my cortical functions and think straight again.

But like I said earlier, my rate of recovery has rapidly progressed. :)

I can be cough *witty* now and entertain you with mismatched medical facts that is randomly inserted, just so that you know that my finals are coming up...

But seriously, just because the clouds hide the sun at times, it doesn't mean that the sun doesn't exist. Likewise, just because certain things float to cover my vision, it doesn't mean God doesn't care nor does it change His goodness.

2226hours

spy spots movement of "enemy" activity

spy alerts headquarters

headquarters decode message

information verified to have a high chance of posibility after external factors are taken into account

headquarters alert immediate allies

headquarters will not fire the first shot

the risk of confrontation could escalate in a war of high "face" casualty

"enemy" must make the next move before a contigency plan is put into motion

headquarters knows this is a lost cause

headquarters is resigned to losing this battle because the war is already won for headquarters

headquarters will "sacrifice" this fort which holds historical value but nothing else to one that hold better arsenal and thicker walls

yet headquarters still hopes, even as bridges are being burnt

still hopes even as evacuation helicopters buzz around

still hopes, sigh, ever so faintly for a white flag of peace to be waved one day






.......it will never be


*i am not at war with someone...it's a metaphorical description...haha ;)...and don't ask what...a bit of suspense keeps life exciting!!*

Just wondering...

Would you migrate/switch countries to be with "the one"?
Would you change your PMS (partner medical school) option to follow your significant other?


Is it wise? .........or silly?
Romantic? ........or plain absurd?


If you do "sacrifice"....
How sure are you that it'll work out?
How sure are you that it won't work out?

The heart is deceptive above all things? Or love conquers all?

Follow your heart? Or be realistic?

SPEECHLESS

SYDNEY!

I GOT MY FIRST CHOICE.....
UNSW!

and I am in awe of God.

THIS IS HIS HAND...

will explain more later. amazing, amazing story of grace and divine purpose

I'm on a high! I'm so happy. I'm so happy. I'm so happy.

My grandparents live 20 mins away from uni, my aunt lives 5 mintues from UNSW, I've got 4 aunts from my dad's side there and 1 uncle and 1 aunt from my mum's side there...

I am privillaged that God is giving me an oppurtunity to attend my cousins' weddings, family BBQs at the park, birthday celebrations..and on and on and on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



that's not me btw....I'm far far prettier..HAHAHAHA J/K


Sorry I'm just too HAPPY :)

Thank You Lord!!!!

From the heart

SO...
Our PMS results will be out soon.
considerable tension and anxiety has been building up in my batch. IMU should just release the results because my batchmates are calling AAD at every hour. And checking the notice board everytime.

YES...
I'd be lying if I said I didn't mind any university. I have my expectations, my preferences, my reasons. I just don't know how to react when the envelope comes. Right now, I am "feelingless" (haha sorry as I have just massacred the english language). I don't dare to hope to highly, yet I'm not despondent because I know God is in control.

YET...
Have Your way, have Your way.
God is no man's debtor. He has the best plans. He is GOOD. And He is in control.

I don't know.
I really don't know what to say or feel or even think right now.
God, this is Yours.

AND...
I guess I am disappointed at someone. Or rather circumstances. Misplaced hopes.
Even good things can be bad.

BUT...
I love this verse from Isaiah 64:4

Since ancient times no one has heard
no ear has perceived
no eye has seen any God besides you
who acts on behalf of those who wait for him.

STAY TUNED for the next episode of The Adventures of PMS matching of a sad but happy IMU medical student!

haha :)

The Man

Writting posts actually make me think, and in the process of reviving my liqufacted necrosed brain cells...helps me remember and appreciate more.
So here's to The Man who has set the bar and standards.

This is The Man who sat A levels for 3 times without giving up to get into Medical School, The Man who worked to sponsor his medical education in UK, The Man who reads a lot and loves to stay at home (sorry we are introverted, boring ppl).

The Man cracks the weirdest jokes that takes a minute to process before anyone gets it. The Man is tall, thin and looks like The Man..haha. (he has really nice looking legs; fair and slim..that I don't inherit though ;( hahaha) The Man is not big on phone calls but surprisingly used to draw pictures and send to The Man's Tai Siew Che (me) when The Man was in UK for his MRCP. The Man still doesn't own a handphone. Haha.

The Man is hardworking and very calm. The Man is an excellent provider who saves 60cents for every dollar he earns. The Man will go to Parkson Ria at 3.oo in the afternoon to avoid the crowds because he has been caught a few times by his patients buying Rm20 slacks and Rm10 shirts. (The Man will cringe at this revelation because while he doesn't mind people commenting on the cheapness of his clothes, he prefers to shop in obscurity when rummaging through the sales section without different people coming over to talk to him. Yea Labuan IS small and you can bump into your neighbours at the supermarket)

The Man is also wise. The Man is not exactly perfect though, dates associated to birthdays/anniversaries are not remembered well. It's good that The Man is married to The Woman who is also very easy going...both of them cannot really remember the date of their wedding anniversary...!?! :)

I think most importantly The Man is the one who inflicted me with the appetite for books; The Man will sit and read to me story books, encyclopedias when I was young. The Man is also a Christian who is a doctor and not just a doctor who is a Christian...The Man doesn't share Christ directly in his office, but The Man gives free treatment/consultation/medication to all full time workers and all, yes, all disabled children/adults in Labuan.

The Man is of little words, but very responsible. The Man may look stern and garang (just like what Cindy and David say I look; garang! hummph! haha..no probs :) ) but is actually okay. Haha. The Man has scared friends from calling to the home and his nurses actually turned down an invitation from The Woman for dinner at the house because they were afraid to eat with The Man. But...it's really not that bad...haha... ;)

But yea, don't underestimate The Man. He can be witty and *cough* romantic if he wants to. The Man actually successfully planned a surprise birthday for The Woman. No small feat especially when all 60 guests are potential leaks...and The Man gave a wonderful speech...

He said in her birthday speech "I know I don't give flowers to you. And Being the practical man that I am, I would actually give you a cauliflower today, so that we can actually eat it. (holds a cauliflower) But people can change...and this is for you (bouquet of orchids)...and he adds...
I purposely chose orchids because the florist said it lastest the longest without wilting."

Yea. Quite lame but anyway...The Woman was happy.
(disclaimer: for your own safety don't try this line unless you are married to the person!)

In many sense, The Man is just like who I am. For better or for worst. Haha. I guess we can improve on our socializing skills, cut on the frigidness a bit and be more personal with people. But I really respect The Man for his character of steadiness. And yea, it's really good that although The Man is introverted, we get along quite well.

Happy father's day!

I am blessed. Even in this stressful period, whenever I am reminded of my parents, I stop complaining a bit less to God. HAHA. Because I know this is one thing I truly don't deserve yet God has so laviously blessed me with. :)






but yea, *scandalous moment* the theory that we love the people who remind us of our parents...is quite true...HAHA

Summary of snapshots

It's time to pass the baton. There were many ups, downs...but through it God was faithful! Every single time. Don't regret the joys of being in the CF committee (including the "scandals" haha). It's time to move on now. All the best guys+gals! ;)


(WARNING! GIRL TALK. Read at ur own caution!)

Exams have a BAD effect on my weight. For those who know how MUCH I eat, sigh, you have not seen the full extend of my snacking poweress....MUST SAY NO TO EXCESSIVE EATING!

This is quirky but nice. ;)

I'm running out of time to study!!!

Third week of July will be THE week=Exams and - - -!!

"don't get hopes too high"

"don't get hopes too high"

"don't get hopes too high"

&

I think the pipes in my apartment is leaking AGAIN...NO! Plz dry up

BUT...

God IS good. Always.

ALWAYS.

I never wanted this so bad

My grandfather is sick

Lord I want to go to Australia.

but You know better, so...

I'll wait.

A secret U'd never guess...

sigh. sigh. sigh.

i don't know why but i've been sighing a lot lately...
when the heart stubbornly refuses to obey the head
when the right thing is the hard thing to do
cannot open mouth
have to swallow words down (to be digested by HCl so that they will never regrugitate by reverse peristalsis to see the light of the day..sorry, trying to be medically funny@lame)

and so tossing and turning with sleep eluding me.
plagued by a dull chronic ache with a dragging sensation (just like polycystic kidney?)

and so doing what i on habit, picking up a book to distract attention and hopefully induce the limbic system to a state of rest.
reading about a blind man named Blind man Chang;

Chang was a blind, 36 despised, hard drinking, violent man. When he heard of foreign doctors who could reportedly cure blindness, he travelled 120 miles from Manchuria by himself. The helpless blind man was beaten, robbed; by the time he got to the hospital he was forlorn, dirty and wretched.

He arrived only to find there were no beds and was told to go away. He had no place to "go away" so he curled up and slept at the enterance. The night watchman had seen it all-poverty, hunger, beggers and destitute but when he saw the man, his heart was deeply touched. He went to Dr Christie and volunteered to let Blind Chang sleep on his own bed.

Chang stayed for a month and regained some sight, only to lose it when a chinese practitioner pierced the pupil of his eye thinking that it would heal the man. Now Chang was completely blind. At the hospital however Chang heard the gospel and realized he was a sinner. He was sounly converted.

When he asked to be baptized the missionary James Webster thought that he wasn't ready and sent him home disappointed with a few tracts and a promise to visit him. When Webster finally visited Chang, the blind illtrate man had converted a small but thriving group of believers...

In the year 1900 Christians were imprisoned following the Boxer Rebellion...Chang offered to give himself up to free his friends and the authorities thinking that if they killed the leader, Christianity would be wiped up, dragged Chang through the streets in a cart used to transport animals. As he went to his place of execution, Chang sang a song we usually think as a children's song....

Jesus loves me this I know for the bible tells me so

and i instantly remembered the song from the days of puffy sleeved dresses and art crafts, naughty boys, stickers as reward= the days of Sunday School.

but how soothing the words. the truth. child like faith. of the simple song.

quickly rummaged through the jungle@room to find my old DONUT MAN cassette tapes (yea laugh laugh...I brought them from Labuan)
and googled for DONUT MAN. (my generation was donut man, not veggie tales..haha)

it's really like a cold drink for a thirsty soul.

http://www.donutman.com/listen.htm

my FAVOURITES ;) HAHAHAHAHA. Check it out!!!!!
YES YES YES...it's a secret that is no longer a secret...I am still listening to DONUT MAN at age 21!!!!!!!! *blush blush blush*
(eg of songs: with all my heart, in his arms, into my heart, oh i love him, don't be afraid)

Guess what I'd be listening and *gasp* singing for the next few days! ;)
Sssshhh... no wonder the weather forecast is thunderstorms over Bukit Jalil

But indeed...child like faith is so important. I AM a child of God, protected and secure in Him! He will take care of me. God is my taiko..my protector. And sometimes He even "cihia" (belanja) me with chocolates@blessings! And yes, I love God more than peanut butter and ice cream ;) (listen to "oh i love him" and u'd understand what I mean)

More importantly...Jesus loves me this I know for the bible tells me so!

So all together now...1 2 3...SING with actions! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ;)

Silence

"One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart you can't utter." James Earl Jones

sigh..haha.. ;)

Buzz Buzz Buzz

When I saw him walk through the door, my heart beat faster.
I haven't seen him for some time.
There was no mistaking the tall stature, slim build and spectacles. His droopy shoulders and gait.
He reminded me so much of my father....
I didn't say much to him, but just acknowledged his presence with a nod.

Buzz....
The once every 5 minutes buzzer that gave a shrill sound sounded. My heart jumped a bit. This was my mock osce and I haven't really studied for it. I knew I was going to falter at the physical examination station..where the watchful eyes of the examiner would accesses your many mistakes, one on one.
I finished my self standing station and waited outside the PE (physical examination) station. There was a rest station so I sat and waited. My other friends waiting at their respective rest stations who already completed this station drew a line to their necks......

THE STATION WAS GOING TO BE A TOUGH STATION....

Buzz....
I went in....the question seemed foreign to me...
No wonder my friends gestured that this was the killer station...I didn't really know what to do.
Needless to say I fumbled, I needed a lot of prompting and I couldn't answer some questions from the examiner, Dr Oon..

WHO WAS MY UNCLE (father's brother)!!!!!!!!!!

There's nothing as traumatic as failing mock osce...except that the examiner who failed me is my uncle and plus the fact that I am now embarrasing my family name/dad.

I always don't really like to get my uncle as my facilitator for CSU sessions cuz I don't want to be caught red handed not knowing my stuff..hehe..plus I don't want to be an embarrasment to my dad and simply because it feels weird...haha...

And I'd probably be the only one whom he knows by name and thus...get called on to do the physical examination...

My batchmates would "comment" if he drags the session long (which he *cough* freq does)....but I have to stay neutral. And when I don't know how to answer a question, I'm not sure if I'm supposed to smile sheepishly or look repentful...haha. (What if he calls up my dad? and complain..ur daughter ar, aiyo...terrible)

And worst...some of my batchmates know that he is my uncle...and then they think that I must know a lot too and ace the PE...but I am the black sheep of the family la...*paiseh*

Anyway....I know I have a LOT to brush up on OSCE before the finals....
STUDY STUDY STUDY ;)
STUDYING IS FUN!

Here's to you crazy people!

"Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for He who promised is faithful" Hebrews 10:23

CRAZY
Why I would I spend my life longing for the day that it would end..
Why would I spend my time pointing to another man..
Isn't that crazy

How can I find hope in dying, with promises unseen..
How can I learn your way is better
In everything I'm taught to be..
Isn't that crazy

I have not been called to the wisdom of this world..
But to a God who's calling out to me..
And even though the world may think I'm losing touch with reality
It would be crazy
To choose this world over eternity

And if I boast let me boast of filthy rags made clean
And if I glory let me glory in my Savior's suffering
Isn't that crazy

And as I live this daily life I trust you for everything
And I will only take a step when I feel You leading me
Isn't that crazy

I have not been called to the wisdom of this world..
But to a God who is calling out to me..
And even though the world my think I'm losing touch with reality
It would be crazy
To choose this world over eternity
Call me crazy

Isn't That crazy..
Call me crazy
You can call me crazy
Call me crazy
Mercy Me: Crazy

Here's to you people that I respect. People who are crazy for God.

People who dare to share their hearts and learn to life for God. People who wear their pants high and not be dictated by convention. People who choose to remain pure and pay the sacrifice. People who defy the popular culture. People who spend their precious holidays for a higher purpose. People who are brave enough to admit their weakness. People who dare to say they do cry. People who try and try and try. People who humbly admit "I don't know." People who can say "I'm wrong." People who please God and not men. People who defy what they want for what God wants to give. People who patiently wait. People who recognize how small they are, and how big God is. Crazy people of God.

I hope and pray one day, someone will go up to me and say, "Sarah, you ARE crazy." For God la of course..haha..not psychological disease.

Today

Today.......

The buzz of people milling around; congregating under the red canopy. The aroma of freshly cooked curry mingled with sweat, fumes, the decay of wet unidentifiables and choking tobbacco smoke. The hot sun blazing in all its 2 in the afternoon glory. Tired faces, gaunt faces, hollow cheeks, beer bellies, yellow discoloured eyes, chapped skin. Aged males, old women, a few innocent babies obvilious to the surroundings, ex convicts, former businessmen. Fathers, mothers, sons.

Volunteers busy dishing out the food. The heap of plates growing higher. The nurse registering the patients in the makeshift clinic of 1 table, 4 chairs and 2 square plastic boxes of medication.
Song sheets put up. Singing starts. The sound of voices fighting to competing with the honks and engine roars from the road, the drilling sound of a nearby construction work, some people still talking.

There's no band, no orchestera. Yet beauty is most prominent in ugliness. Where else would the sound of God's love be proclaimed in the darkest, dirties corners of KL?

It's been a long time since I last came. Since MSK and CNS..the twin horrors of semester 5.
Yet yes, they call me by name. They know I haven't been there lately. They remember. Oh yes, they remember.

The work sometimes appear to be futile. Can a conversation and a hot meal transform a 10 year hard core addict? A glass of water touch a prisoner to change?
We see the same people filter in and out. Some go in and out of rehab. I have never "changed" a person, let alone bring a person to Jesus there. I am no doctor who can save a life. I am only a maid that arranges plates, give food, talk a bit, dispense some medication (aka count some tablets and pack into small plastic). Anything anyone can do.

Sometimes I don't know why do I even go. There's no handsome guys..(HAHAHAHA). No handsome doctors...(HAHAHAHAHA). Okay, even if there were handsome doctors they would be married or too old. There's no air con. There's no monetary benefit. It is harzadous to breath the smoke of tobacco from hand rolled cigarrettes. It is hot.


But....
I know this is where my Jesus would be.

And I realize I go because I don't know a lot of things in life.

Like, I don't know where I'd go after IMU. I don't know who I'd marry or even if I'd marry at all. I don't know if I'd marry a doctor or a non-doctor and have 2 kids? Or 5? or 10?(HAHAHAHA..sorry I need to put in some humour if not EP will say my blog is too depressing)

But seriously, I don't know what kind of doctor I'd be. Will I kill a patient? 10 patients? 100? 1000? I don't know if I'm making the right choices or not. I don't know how should I "lead." I feel helpless at times, useless at others. I don't know if I'm being fussy or if I'm "following the will of God." What is the will of God anyway? Missions? Motherhood? (HAHAHAHHA) Specialization? Can pass sem5 or not first?

I think I'm killing my CF and my CG. I don't know even at times how should I pray. I don't know how to balance studies and "ministry" well. I don't know if that dream is realistic? I don't think I'm good enough. Anyway I don't even know which "theory" is true, that there's a couple of possible people or just one person? I don't know how to make lasting friendships. I realize I'm selfish, proud and timid. I don't know if the dreams I have is of God or of my own. I really don't know if I'm honouring Him or not.

And precisely because I don't know so much things about life, even about God...
.....I feel a strange sense of peace in this funny place.
Because of all the things I don't know...I know for 100% this IS where He would be.
Plus I get to know this compassionate Jesus of mine here.

Cuz you'll only fall in love with someone deeply deeply when you see his character being displayed.
You'd never realize the sacrifice of God becoming man, until you realize it's not an aircon, sterile, midvalley, cinema galore world He inhabited. No, He came to this germ infested, broken-hearted, sinful, dirty, rotten, hot world.

And He didn't hesistate to squat by the longkang with the stagnant, smelly water and talk to the broken man.

Holding the hand of the transvestite.
Smiling into the eyes of the ex-convict from Kajang prison.
Touching the HIV sufferer.
Scolding in love the alcholic man.
Chatting about family with the gambler.
Offering a glass of cold chinese tea to the heavily chained gangster.

This is where He would have walked. Where He would have talked. Where He would have lived, breathed and died.

He would have looked into the eyes of the hopeless person and gently heal...
.....and those eyes would have belonged to me.....


Lord of all the things I don't know...teach me to know You and make You known.

*Su chuen and linda were great company! :). AND thanks Mr Anonymous Photographer whom I will not mention here cuz he don't need any more praise cuz he might overcome the effect of gravity...thanks yea...*

I wish I was a boy

What a title! hahahaha

Actually, I quite like being a girl thank you very much.....
As you all know (I hope!), I'm quite a girl's girl.

I love dangly earrings, long hair (but neglect it most of the time), HIGH heels (can give instant 3 inches height for vertical illusion=optical illusion for hiding fats!), nuturing instincts (hahaha), bonding time with the girls, pink (not too pink though.. ;) ), dresses (without frills thank you cuz they make me look *cough* fat), chocolates and cute guys (though who I think is *cough again* handsome always gets laugh at so yea, maybe I do need glasses after all).... the joys of womanhood/girlhood.

But sometimes, like today, I wish I was a boy....




Not that I hate being a girl, just that if I was a guy, I wouldn't have to worry about safety so much AND thus can travel more, go to more hard hit places, go to more "dangerous" land for missions, go to the interior, go to different countries....

Thank goodness my parents said I could go to Cambodia this August.

Initially they had some doubts, but they said ok. I won't want to go without their permission, or get an unwilling yes from them after begging them.

But yea, if I were a boy, it wouldn't be such a big deal. I'd go to Nepal with Interserve for 2 months if I'm of XY chromosome but since I'm a girl, I don't think it's such a great idea given the political situation there right now.
Plus I can think of a few medial mission attachments I would LOVE to go (*if it's God's will for me to be matched to Aus*) during the 6 months break but have to find willing souls to go with me, because it is tad dangerous and reckless to go alone as a girl.


There are a lot of limitiations to being a girl in mission work:
You'd have to be careful when talking to drug addicts because you need to take care of your own safety, keep a good personal distance, protect yourself.
You must be cautious when going to a seedy place.
You must not put yourself in a risky position and must NEVER give real information on where you stay etc.
It's best to go with another person to less secure places. (Unfortunately not a lot of ppl are rarring to go so...this can be a bit hard)



God! Please answer my prayers and turn me into a boy!!!!!! Haha..Nah. J/K (sorry I do realize that I'm going a bit crazy so near to exam ;) But yea a little humour has never killed a reader rite?)

But God, if You want me to do this more often in the future, You know what my prayer is. Sometimes I lose focus and think this is not so important or a piority.
Or lose hope because this IS quite impossible criteria.

Yet I realize that it IS important because this is what I hope to do more often in the future. (at least from what my limited sight can see right now.....I might be wrong)

Anyway that aside, God please open doors if You want me on Doulos for 2 months! ;)
AND HELP ME STUDY TO PASS CNS!

DAP fever

I don't know why when it's so close to my exams, I blog A LOT. When it's not during exams I hardly have the urge to write.

But anyway.....

DAP DEFEATS BN! OPPOSITION WINS 9 SEATS IN SARAWAK.

haha...at first when I read the papers I was like okay la...good, not bad for DAP.
I think my family is a closet opposition supporter (thinks of the Aliran magazine my dad used to subcribe)...ahemmm...ok, let me rephrase that:
I think my family is an opposition supporter.

Then my mum calls (yea, the daily phone call thing) and tells me how my grandmother rushed down from Sibu to Bintangor (my maternal hometown) just to watch the electorial count, how my granduncles in Kuching were so happy! And how they lament with a smirk in their faces that DAP could have won another 2 seats (which DAP narrowly lost by 100-200 votes).

Oh yea, by the way, I'm a SARAWAKIAN..haha..born in Sibu (land of kampua) who lives in Labuan whose father comes from KL. (so yea where's my hometown?..I really don't know because my KL grandparents are in Australia now)
Nonetherless, I am proud that the people of Sarawak has made a stand.

DAP really didn't expect to win that big in Sarawak. All this while, the opposition party in Sarawak has never won more than 2-3 seats...Sarawak delivered the best record for BN in the last general elections.

Yet I also realize that this huge win by DAP acutely exposes the polarity of racism in Malaysian politics. Like it or not, DAP won because of Chinese votes. Like it or not, BN won big in rural areas because of indigenous support. The rural vs the urban. Different expectations of their elected representitives. A growing split in what Malaysians' think/vote...
As united as we think we are, (or as united as Barisan looks) when it comes to voting, we still vote according to race. No party would field a Chinese candidate in a predominantly Malay community. Even BN with all its national might would hesistate to field a Chinese candidate in a sure win stronghold if the majority of the population is Malay. Vice versa. Different parties of the coalition would get allocated seats to contest...predominantly Chinese consituent areas would be assigned to Chinese parties..etc..

I look to the day when we as Malaysians would vote for the capabilities of an individual and not the colour of the skin, nor even the party backing the candidate.

I look forward to the day where...members of the rulling party can choose to vote in the parliment based on what they think, and not what the party line says...(can you imagine, that no matter how "dumb" the act that is being passed is, if you are a member of the rulling coalition, you MUST vote yes? You cannot use your head to think if the act is logical or beneficial, but just must tick yes because you are the member of that fraction...! So technically lets just say there's a law to be passed that says Malaysians cannot marry foreigners, no matter how illogical the law is, you have to vote YES... No wonder some MPs sleep in Parliment, no need to listen or debate, just tick yes)

Anyway...don't sue me for this or post angry comments...
I'm just a ill-informed medical student who hasn't studied her CNS notes...
what do I know about politics rite?
And no, I don't mean to be racist. I do apologize in advance if I sound racist.

And yes, medical students do read other things apart from their notes and Mama Patho! ;)

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Auckland
Otago
Adelaide
Melbourne
Newcastle
Tasmania
Western Australia
Calgary
Dalhousie
Aberdeen
Dundee
Edinburgh
Glasgow
Liverpool
Manchester
Queen’s
Southampton
Galway
Leeds
St Georges
Memorial
Leicester
New South Wales
(In no specific personal order)


Yea, it's time to rank universities...deadline's 22nd May 4 p.m.
Although I haven't really finalized my list, I know my top 5 choices.
(though I haven't decided if I should rank UK above NZ or UK above Canada etc)

I'm not sure if I'd get my 1st choice, I desperately want to want to go my 1st choice uni for personal reasons. I don't know how to play strategy (like put the uni u want to go as 1st, put a buffer uni that u won't get as 2nd so that ur real 2nd choice will be 3rd and u don't have a risk of getting ur real 2nd choice uni as ur first etc......yea *confusing*)

I can think of all the ways to bargain with God on why He should send me there. I can think of all the reasons why I would not get my 1st choice. I can picture my reaction when I open the envelope and find that I don't get my 1st choice.

I wish I can be sure that what I want is what I'd get.



Yet...God reminds me, no matter how much I worry it wouldn't tilt the computer to give me my choice. (like duh? haha)

And the very fact that that uni is even in the list is a miracle.

Plus, no matter how cliche this sounds, God indeed knows best and has a good reason for sending me wherever I'd be match to. (yea, even if it's No.23 St Georges)

yes I must confess that really do not know for sure what God's will is in this whole thing. (God hasn't written on my wall last I checked, nor did He boom from the sky)
4 months ago, I was pretty sure it'd be UK. I never thought I might consider NZ, yet now it's a possibility. All I know is that God is a creative God who's not limited to human understanding. And it doesn't hurt to trust Him. Cuz He will never short change me; in fact He always gives generously!

So one step at a time....

(who knows..I might get to meet Prince Charming in Uni No23 if God decides to send me there?!wah...London men.. ;) haha JUST KIDDING..sorry just needed to write something scandalous so that you readers don't fall asleep..BUT SERIOUSLY, what's what my dear mum said...for the record, that's where Mr Ong met Miss Chua)


Thank You in advance for everything this will bring :)

AND yes, bless all my batchmates that are will be matched as well...

This is early but anyway...

It's 2:45am and since I cannot sleep right now and plus I know I'd be swamped this weekend...

here's an early post to Miss Cindy Soon Aun Woon's 20th birthday.. :)

Cindy has been through the ups and downs of IMU life with me..

from the 360 degree flip accident in KKB, to late nite scandalous phone calls...
committee meetings that we/she looked forward too (ah ha, cough cough...)
sleep overs in her ever changing houses (Miss Soon has moved house around Kota Kemuning 3 times in 2 years!)

stressful exam seasons, "bleh yuck IMU is terrible I don't want to wake up" days, bgr issues & talks, uni applications, PMS (Partner Medical School, haha, not premenstrual syndrome) discussions
CGs, CFs...movie sessions, EATING outings...

1 tooth extraction (mine), 1 braces wearing period (hers)
oh yea, buying the almost similar watch...
2 Proms (where we were always late!) wearing the same colour to the last prom!, 2 camps, 3 committee retreats, mutliple 1cent SMSes....
and haha, how we would call from Labuan to Australia and Australia to Labuan over some *minor* issue...

yea, 2 years in IMU with you Miss Soon has been colourful, interesting and never dull!

I wonder where is Tweety right now??? *cough cough* I think Tweety went on a long flight, even went to Naruito Airport ;)
But more so, this is the girlfriend who has the authority and my permission to slap me if I ever make an irrational decision. She's always patient to hear me go on and on and on and on over a particular *thorny* issue, she always buys me ice-cream (strawberry cornetto) and delivers it to B-4-* when I hit the depressed mode.

I truly appreciate her labour with me in CF; truly it helps to be able to share honestly with another person on ministry struggles, on disappointments and faith-challenging periods.
Somehow we always end up on the same CSU, the same KKB posting... ;)

I can see the fingerprints of God in your life...and I am blessed to be your friend...

Miss Soon, I know the PMS thing is really crazy for you right now...
But I pray that God will bless you even as you choose to honor him...I am looking forward *wee* to the day where you'd be in a white veil (I WANT to be the bride's maid ;) *and you better not make me wear an ugly dress..haha)

that will be the day yea?

Blessed birthday! I know both of us will look back at this confusing time in IMU and say, "God did know what He was doing all along."

"No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind can conceive what God has prepared for those who love Him." 1 Corinthians 2:9

My brain is mush

...and I am making bad decisions
...and I can't understand CNS & forget everything I read 5 minutes later (abnormalities in cholinergic pathways)
...and I'm becoming irrational, very irrational (depeletion of NAdr)
...and I just want to get away
...and I want to sleep and sleep and sleep (low 5-HT & 5-HIAA)

...but I must finish the last 60+days well
...pass CNS
...be sane
...believe in God because right now skeptisim seems to rule

...and I know I really don't deserve it
...but please, please God pull me out of this!