my last day of surgery have been interesting..
well the TMAC i was previously talking abt was done on a lady w funating phyllodes sarcoma.. nothing i have seen before.
today.. was q a slack day, because it was the last day already and we prettly much had nothing to do.. however i got rejected by 3 patients today.. 2 just didnt reply me and the other got irritated half way into the hx taking.. :( so i was q sad la
we've got a cg foto finally yay! i'll miss them.. everyone in cg1..
haaa
and the xchange students maria and susan.. they're really nice pple too
then i got to watch ERCP and EUS which was q an eyeopener.. the doc in there was a rather nice guy
and i got to fulfil my wish of sitting at the swing outside the paeds ward.. q paiseh cause got some parents just stare at mi.. but i've always wanted to do it u see..
so yay..
and then i went to check out vivo city w serene
shopped for winter wear for her trip to spain
bought a new pair of shoes
n ate macs followed by coffee bean
we r becoming more healthy as we abandoned our alcohol for coffee and cakes!! haha
then my dad came to pick us up w an almost empty tank and we had problems finding a kiosk.. he made me drive and w the impending doom of finishing the tank of oil n possibly having to push the car/.. i finally found the kiosk muahaha and never haf i been so happy in my life to say full tank pls..
ohwell i've got lots to write but i need sleep n cant concentrate liao..
gotta go slp
金曜日, 10月 13, 2006
i feel asleep yest while i was waiting for this to load..
yest being the 2nd last day of my m3 surgery posting.. it was q exciting.. i watched a TMAC and TRAM flap being done.. the TRAM flap was absolutely ingenious, v exciting
and i put in the first 1.5 stitches of my life..
woah! thnx dr bryan.. he actually let us scrub in just to stitch :D
the human skin and subcutaneous tissue is different frm the synthetic pad.. much softer and easier to poke through
and yes Dr S thinks we are german, too fair to b singaporeans.. what the?!?
the plastics and breast team are q funny.. saying leng xiao hua during OP tt's really not v good lor..
then was dinner w py and ahtan... where we laughed every so much..
and of course the nostalgic bus 88 ride home yea serene? the locations of the bus stops remained the same but the pple in there sitting right in front on the top deck had kinda been growing up issint it?
time to go sch.
yest being the 2nd last day of my m3 surgery posting.. it was q exciting.. i watched a TMAC and TRAM flap being done.. the TRAM flap was absolutely ingenious, v exciting
and i put in the first 1.5 stitches of my life..
woah! thnx dr bryan.. he actually let us scrub in just to stitch :D
the human skin and subcutaneous tissue is different frm the synthetic pad.. much softer and easier to poke through
and yes Dr S thinks we are german, too fair to b singaporeans.. what the?!?
the plastics and breast team are q funny.. saying leng xiao hua during OP tt's really not v good lor..
then was dinner w py and ahtan... where we laughed every so much..
and of course the nostalgic bus 88 ride home yea serene? the locations of the bus stops remained the same but the pple in there sitting right in front on the top deck had kinda been growing up issint it?
time to go sch.
水曜日, 10月 11, 2006
oh my.. my new found acquaintance just asked mi to go watch movie aft we only spoke for 10min haaa
wah so happening.. this is so sec sch sia.. i really shud go read my Browse soon
why does he wan2 go out w a stranger? this is weird.. hmm
eh frens of mine better ask mi go watch movie w u all leh.. in case i kena tempted to watch movies w strangers right.. dangerous dangerous..
to fel n ser.. how which film frm the euro film fest r we going to catch? i'm looking forward to them..
ya n y do they always ask for ur # at the end? to keep in touch?
i dont get it..
hmm.. all this feels so "young"
i'm aging by the second sia
wah so happening.. this is so sec sch sia.. i really shud go read my Browse soon
why does he wan2 go out w a stranger? this is weird.. hmm
eh frens of mine better ask mi go watch movie w u all leh.. in case i kena tempted to watch movies w strangers right.. dangerous dangerous..
to fel n ser.. how which film frm the euro film fest r we going to catch? i'm looking forward to them..
ya n y do they always ask for ur # at the end? to keep in touch?
i dont get it..
hmm.. all this feels so "young"
i'm aging by the second sia
i've just spent an hr online emailing profs and docs to arrange for stuff
haizz being reps has alot of saikang involved sia.. but oh well i'm not exactly complaining alot
currently i speaking to a stranger on msn tt i kinda added by mistake.. and i suddenly realize i've not done this in a zillion years and have probably grown out of it.
mayb because i'm not so young n naive and interested in these unknown pple w/o faces
mayb cause i get to meet strangers everyday in the wards
mayb cause i just too tired to hold this conversations cause i got some much stuff to read up on and really should be spending my time more wisely
watever it is.. haiz
anyway thnx to tohhan's dad i took an alternative route home.. bus 86.. all the nostalgia from the good old school days b4 NEL started working
walking a diff way home proved to b q an enjoyable experience.. something out of routine
the streetlights lining TPE kinda lit up the expressway giving it a dusty feeling because of the haze.. it looked q pretty but dirty at the same time..
so i guess pretty and dirty/dusty can go well.. u noe giving it an old antique feeling to it all
like a fading foto or a piece of paper tt has turned yellow.. the night sky was lit up w this warm yellow hue as well
2 more days to end of surgery.
i'll write more another time
haizz being reps has alot of saikang involved sia.. but oh well i'm not exactly complaining alot
currently i speaking to a stranger on msn tt i kinda added by mistake.. and i suddenly realize i've not done this in a zillion years and have probably grown out of it.
mayb because i'm not so young n naive and interested in these unknown pple w/o faces
mayb cause i get to meet strangers everyday in the wards
mayb cause i just too tired to hold this conversations cause i got some much stuff to read up on and really should be spending my time more wisely
watever it is.. haiz
anyway thnx to tohhan's dad i took an alternative route home.. bus 86.. all the nostalgia from the good old school days b4 NEL started working
walking a diff way home proved to b q an enjoyable experience.. something out of routine
the streetlights lining TPE kinda lit up the expressway giving it a dusty feeling because of the haze.. it looked q pretty but dirty at the same time..
so i guess pretty and dirty/dusty can go well.. u noe giving it an old antique feeling to it all
like a fading foto or a piece of paper tt has turned yellow.. the night sky was lit up w this warm yellow hue as well
2 more days to end of surgery.
i'll write more another time
it's so early in the morning at 5+ and i woke up.. feeling so tired i think i cant move my aching back..
i just seemed like a few short moments ago that i kinda doze off in front of my com.. talking to a couple of frens on msn.
i feeling really tried today, mayb a shower now ll really help me start the day off.
i kinda became the gp leader of chp group.. getting a teeny weeny bit worried cause i know tt since young i never really made it 2 be a good leader.. or i kinda dont really wat it takes to b a good one in my own opinion la.. oh well we'll just see how it goes la.. i'll try
last 3 days into surg posting.. so many things to do next wk.. and i brand new cg new environment from then on.. wonder how it'll b like
now tt the surg test is over i feel tt i can breathe a little better but i've been sleeping on the breast chap too much this is no good. better buck up my fren.
happy birthday MO! sorrie i cant make it for ur thingy.. have loads of fun, go catch an R(A) movie or sumthing. (well i hafnt done tt yet)
to a fren i've known since sec1 right? been in the same class sec1,2 j1,2 and now..
an instant tearer, always doddling on my stuff w lotsa "ah min"s
thnx for making sch fun for mi k.. esp those allton-chasing days we used to have rite?
sitting together in the little corner in our container class room.. haaa
all the best la k.
ok think my eyes can open a bit wider now, that's a good sign!
ll b late if i dont move my butt..
haa to think i spelt w my laptop right front of my head.. n those days of the lion frm narnia growling into my face.. lalala
i just seemed like a few short moments ago that i kinda doze off in front of my com.. talking to a couple of frens on msn.
i feeling really tried today, mayb a shower now ll really help me start the day off.
i kinda became the gp leader of chp group.. getting a teeny weeny bit worried cause i know tt since young i never really made it 2 be a good leader.. or i kinda dont really wat it takes to b a good one in my own opinion la.. oh well we'll just see how it goes la.. i'll try
last 3 days into surg posting.. so many things to do next wk.. and i brand new cg new environment from then on.. wonder how it'll b like
now tt the surg test is over i feel tt i can breathe a little better but i've been sleeping on the breast chap too much this is no good. better buck up my fren.
happy birthday MO! sorrie i cant make it for ur thingy.. have loads of fun, go catch an R(A) movie or sumthing. (well i hafnt done tt yet)
to a fren i've known since sec1 right? been in the same class sec1,2 j1,2 and now..
an instant tearer, always doddling on my stuff w lotsa "ah min"s
thnx for making sch fun for mi k.. esp those allton-chasing days we used to have rite?
sitting together in the little corner in our container class room.. haaa
all the best la k.
ok think my eyes can open a bit wider now, that's a good sign!
ll b late if i dont move my butt..
haa to think i spelt w my laptop right front of my head.. n those days of the lion frm narnia growling into my face.. lalala
日曜日, 10月 08, 2006
A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.
It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday."
Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
"Jack, did you hear me?"
"Oh sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It' s been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.
"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him."I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.
"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said.
"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time. Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.
"The box is gone," he said."What box?" Mom asked.
"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was the thing I value most," Jack said. It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read.
Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside. "Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life."A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes,! Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved: "Jack, Thanks for your time! - Harold Belser."
"The thing he valued most...was...my time."
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked."I need some time to spend with my son," he said. "Oh, by the way, Janet...thanks for your time!"
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away,"
Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.
- got this thru a mail from wan tin... and somehow felt that the passage kinda spoke to me. :)
It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday."
Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
"Jack, did you hear me?"
"Oh sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It' s been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.
"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him."I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.
"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said.
"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time. Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.
"The box is gone," he said."What box?" Mom asked.
"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was the thing I value most," Jack said. It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read.
Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside. "Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life."A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes,! Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved: "Jack, Thanks for your time! - Harold Belser."
"The thing he valued most...was...my time."
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked."I need some time to spend with my son," he said. "Oh, by the way, Janet...thanks for your time!"
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away,"
Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.
- got this thru a mail from wan tin... and somehow felt that the passage kinda spoke to me. :)
金曜日, 9月 29, 2006
well i actually heard this song over class 95 last nite and wanted to post it at 2am but my house actually suffered a blackout while i was trying to finish my case writeup.. i looked around for help but everyone's sleeping so the darkness kinda didnt bother them.. luckily i had a torch just in my drawer and manage to save my ass by flicking tt essential switch within the mains.. :)
this wk at CTVS.. well i've always been rather interested in the heart stuff.. and this week kinda demistifies cardiac surgeries to me.. altho i watched abit of 2 CABGs.. it was brought wat the books say to life.. how they do the sternotomy, how the saw the sternum w like an electic saw, how they harvest the LIMA and saphenous vein.. how they test the tiny holes tt were created in the veins n patch it up.. how to stitch the vessel to bypass the coronary artery.. well i only watched till tt part.. how they stitch up the sternum w wires etc etc
seeing a heart pumping right infront of your eyes.. that guy showed mi his heart, his true real heart.. i could see it pumping.. but i wonder where do emotions come from.. sayings such as follow you heart, listen to your heart.. is the heart physiologically related to emotions? i wonder.. or issit just another organ in human's anatomy that performs those functions we think we know of? i wanted to ask someone.. like a surgeon, this qn but didnt find the right time or the right feeling to discuss such stuff.. probably they'll find it a weird question right?
oh well.. in my wk i also kinda helped out to do discharge summaries and double up as the mysterious masked 1/2 student of the vascular team.. only appearing during ot behind the mask..
yea these are the stuff i did, and the grand ward rounds topic was self harm that was really interesting.. i think we can catergorize people who harm themselves into 2 kinds, those who want to die and those who dont. they inflict pain upon themselves because physical pain is so much more bearable than emotional pain. and they feel relieved after they harm themselves, be it cutting themselves or other stuff... kids also can respond in such a way manifesting as head-banging and biting themselves i think.. they cope w these behavioural changes.. the speaker's really q cool cause he writes articles regularly, analyzing paintings done by patients with psychiartic problems and getting a peek into their lives and their minds..
such thoughts might have crossed my mindsbefore.. i had had times when i wanted to inflict some pain.. but i dun noe where or how to.. i look at my hands and thought to myself that i should protect them to do procedures next time and i cant find a place to put those weird thoughts into action so i gave up. but oh well the speaker suggested the inner thigh is where these patients like to cut themselves because it's a private thing and they dont wan pple to see it.. hmm
recently i'm on these exhilarating roller coaster rides that i love so much.. it's rough.
oh n i got this eye infection now.. causing blurred vision and lotsa discomfort but i gotta finish my bit on the pharmaco presentation by my cg tonight! my eyes can barely open... mayb i should watch some brad pitt on youtube or something..
all in all 6wks of surgery's over n i think i had fun.. there's so much more to learn isnt it?
Dr C offered me a tutorial w him on CTVS in nov.. hope we ll make it come true.
Dr V is a nice russian man, who's really q cute and nice, but he has his moments too.. the first thing he spoke to me was, " do you want to be a heart surgeon?"
Dr A is a nice german lady, who has a heavy workload but i like her cause she taught me alot.. i sense her fustration when pple dont understand her cause she's a foreigner and she has a strong accent but she's nice.
Dr Z is a blangdashi man, who's the only doc so far that truely remembers my name.. for the whole week! he told me medical students will become doctors 3 times in their life
1) when they get into medical school
2) when they start their clinical postings
3) when they graduate..
haha he's the chest tube man, seriously!
the stimulation thingy was q exciting to me actually, altho our tutor only stayed with us 1/3 of the time.. but i get to play w stuff i only see on tv.. i defibrillated the dummy man.. w a real thing! somehow in my mind it didnt click tt the machine was real.. cause it's my first time touching it and i was kinda just exploring it.. it could have been dangerous.. intubation of a mummy, giving o2, giving meds, bloods etcetc
impt practical skills huh..
and seeing it done in OT today made it more meaningful as well :)
pharmaco pharmaco pharmaco..
have a good weekend..
this wk at CTVS.. well i've always been rather interested in the heart stuff.. and this week kinda demistifies cardiac surgeries to me.. altho i watched abit of 2 CABGs.. it was brought wat the books say to life.. how they do the sternotomy, how the saw the sternum w like an electic saw, how they harvest the LIMA and saphenous vein.. how they test the tiny holes tt were created in the veins n patch it up.. how to stitch the vessel to bypass the coronary artery.. well i only watched till tt part.. how they stitch up the sternum w wires etc etc
seeing a heart pumping right infront of your eyes.. that guy showed mi his heart, his true real heart.. i could see it pumping.. but i wonder where do emotions come from.. sayings such as follow you heart, listen to your heart.. is the heart physiologically related to emotions? i wonder.. or issit just another organ in human's anatomy that performs those functions we think we know of? i wanted to ask someone.. like a surgeon, this qn but didnt find the right time or the right feeling to discuss such stuff.. probably they'll find it a weird question right?
oh well.. in my wk i also kinda helped out to do discharge summaries and double up as the mysterious masked 1/2 student of the vascular team.. only appearing during ot behind the mask..
yea these are the stuff i did, and the grand ward rounds topic was self harm that was really interesting.. i think we can catergorize people who harm themselves into 2 kinds, those who want to die and those who dont. they inflict pain upon themselves because physical pain is so much more bearable than emotional pain. and they feel relieved after they harm themselves, be it cutting themselves or other stuff... kids also can respond in such a way manifesting as head-banging and biting themselves i think.. they cope w these behavioural changes.. the speaker's really q cool cause he writes articles regularly, analyzing paintings done by patients with psychiartic problems and getting a peek into their lives and their minds..
such thoughts might have crossed my mindsbefore.. i had had times when i wanted to inflict some pain.. but i dun noe where or how to.. i look at my hands and thought to myself that i should protect them to do procedures next time and i cant find a place to put those weird thoughts into action so i gave up. but oh well the speaker suggested the inner thigh is where these patients like to cut themselves because it's a private thing and they dont wan pple to see it.. hmm
recently i'm on these exhilarating roller coaster rides that i love so much.. it's rough.
oh n i got this eye infection now.. causing blurred vision and lotsa discomfort but i gotta finish my bit on the pharmaco presentation by my cg tonight! my eyes can barely open... mayb i should watch some brad pitt on youtube or something..
all in all 6wks of surgery's over n i think i had fun.. there's so much more to learn isnt it?
Dr C offered me a tutorial w him on CTVS in nov.. hope we ll make it come true.
Dr V is a nice russian man, who's really q cute and nice, but he has his moments too.. the first thing he spoke to me was, " do you want to be a heart surgeon?"
Dr A is a nice german lady, who has a heavy workload but i like her cause she taught me alot.. i sense her fustration when pple dont understand her cause she's a foreigner and she has a strong accent but she's nice.
Dr Z is a blangdashi man, who's the only doc so far that truely remembers my name.. for the whole week! he told me medical students will become doctors 3 times in their life
1) when they get into medical school
2) when they start their clinical postings
3) when they graduate..
haha he's the chest tube man, seriously!
the stimulation thingy was q exciting to me actually, altho our tutor only stayed with us 1/3 of the time.. but i get to play w stuff i only see on tv.. i defibrillated the dummy man.. w a real thing! somehow in my mind it didnt click tt the machine was real.. cause it's my first time touching it and i was kinda just exploring it.. it could have been dangerous.. intubation of a mummy, giving o2, giving meds, bloods etcetc
impt practical skills huh..
and seeing it done in OT today made it more meaningful as well :)
pharmaco pharmaco pharmaco..
have a good weekend..
ANNA NALICK LYRICS
"Breathe (2 AM)"
2 AM and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake,
"Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?,
I don't love him. Winter just wasn't my season"
Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes
Like they have any right at all to criticize,
Hypocrites. You're all here for the very same reason
'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button, girl.
So cradle your head in your hands
And breathe... just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe
May he turn 21 on the base at Fort Bliss
"Just a day" he said down to the flask in his fist,
"Ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year."
Here in town you can tell he's been down for a while,
But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles,
Wanna hold him. Maybe I'll just sing about it.
Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.
No one can find the rewind button, boys,
So cradle your head in your hands,
And breathe... just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe
There's a light at each end of this tunnel,
You shout 'cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out
And these mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again
If you only try turning around.
2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them, however you want to
But you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button now
Sing it if you understand.
and breathe, just breathe
woah breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe.
月曜日, 9月 25, 2006
日曜日, 9月 24, 2006
week in plastics have been quite fun..
although we have not been appearing in front of the team alot but we got a chance to talk to other patients..
sending off huayu on wednesday night truely signifies the end of our summer isnt it?
and this year it was before we celebrated MAF..
friday's night call was quite fun..
oh well.. tomorrow will be another day.
p(^ ^)q
although we have not been appearing in front of the team alot but we got a chance to talk to other patients..
sending off huayu on wednesday night truely signifies the end of our summer isnt it?
and this year it was before we celebrated MAF..
friday's night call was quite fun..
oh well.. tomorrow will be another day.
p(^ ^)q
木曜日, 9月 21, 2006
can i say that this is possibly the jay song that is closest to our hearts?
each time huayu is back.. we ll hear it somehow.. mornings of sleepovers where we wake up to your brother playing this song, tonight's drive back to your place..
we have got our favourite lines from the lyrics of this song right?
enjoy!
and thnx for the cd! :) i'll listen to it carefully and find my favourite song from the new album. :)
take care ar, peng yous
月曜日, 9月 18, 2006
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