<?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-5417204136277970672</id><updated>2012-02-17T00:42:11.296+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-8738073318460076011</id><published>2009-06-22T23:08:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:46:50.388+10:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SlccE5Zip-I/AAAAAAAAAMI/03BDmVyhF0c/s1600-h/Emo+day.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356781152233498594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SlccE5Zip-I/AAAAAAAAAMI/03BDmVyhF0c/s400/Emo+day.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5417204136277970672-8738073318460076011?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/8738073318460076011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=8738073318460076011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/8738073318460076011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/8738073318460076011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/06/emo-day.html' title='...'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SlccE5Zip-I/AAAAAAAAAMI/03BDmVyhF0c/s72-c/Emo+day.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-2264809770399028077</id><published>2009-06-21T18:47:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:45:48.083+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Shep Insert #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The weekend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting Tahbilk Winery. Had a beautiful lunch, a small intake of award-winning alcohol and a casual stop at Nargambie lake again for icecream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early start to Mt buller, driving through Benalla and Mansfield. The snow coverage was decent but the weather deserved a [-5]. The first experience with snowboarding wasn't as bad as I thought it would be but still gotta do a bit of skiing to cure the 2 years hunger. I learnt that the secret to snowboarding was to pray. The drive down the mountain in the fog was quite dangerous but was rather enjoyable once on the road. Red bull was life-saving. Arriving at 'Home', it felt so touching to have friends cooking for you. It was like having a family that looks after you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep-in day. Very sore after [6 hrs drive &amp;amp; 7 hrs skiing &amp;amp; only 3 hrs sleep the previous night]. Went to Campbell but it closed so went cheap-food shopping at SPC. Welcome back family from Melbourne :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. At night, cars with high beam looked like Batman signal light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-2264809770399028077?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/2264809770399028077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=2264809770399028077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/2264809770399028077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/2264809770399028077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/06/shep-insert-5.html' title='Shep Insert #5'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-293703467101238273</id><published>2009-06-19T00:23:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:45:19.325+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Shep Insert #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David:&lt;/strong&gt; Now have a check on the tooth with your tongue. Does the filling still feel sharp or rough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patient:&lt;/strong&gt; I can't feel anything. My tongue is all numbed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David:&lt;/strong&gt; Should I put my tongue in there and feel the filling for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-293703467101238273?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/293703467101238273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=293703467101238273' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/293703467101238273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/293703467101238273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/06/shep-insert-3_19.html' title='Shep Insert #4'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-720196998046948927</id><published>2009-06-18T00:29:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:44:31.898+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Shep Insert #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3-5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when work gets serious. It's been a slow start, not knowing where everything are in the surgery. It also didn't help to be called in the middle of having lunch because I thought I was going to visit private practice in the afternoon when I actually supposed to be treating patients. Patients are too nice but working progress has been shitty. When your first and second impressions looked so terrible in your supervisor's eyes, is there a chance for the third impression? Whatmore, my patient was treated the next day by someone else and told them how crappy I was. Finding some positives in all that, I had an opportunity to look through a dental microscope. I had trouble focusing under high magnifications but the image was already super huge and clear at 4X. The endo world with a microscope is surely limitless. And how awesome was Guttaflow (only if you know how to clean the mess)? It was almost like squirting Fuji IX down root canals. Working with BOH has been awesome, given that they love my three least favourite parts of dentistry; Scaling, Special needs and Paediatrics. Realising now that BOH is the perfect counter-part I can't live without, I'll be sure to make friends with a few before graduating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, Davin's yelling "drink!!!" or "just sip" became ever more familiar and so the drinking continued among the 'serious discussion' group. Flu has been a Pandemic with people fallen (sick) like leaves. Bowling was the Tuesday night's outing with Nho Hoon topping the scoreboard at 123 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tues: Davin's homemade Nando Chicken Burrito&lt;br /&gt;Wednes: Kelly's Pizza&lt;br /&gt;Thurs: Aditi's Lasagne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. someone thought food in patient's mouth was a 'squishy' Fuji7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-720196998046948927?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/720196998046948927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=720196998046948927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/720196998046948927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/720196998046948927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/06/shep-insert-3.html' title='Shep Insert #3'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-405594585181570302</id><published>2009-06-17T01:09:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:44:43.977+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Shep Insert #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Private Practice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting one of the six private practices in Shepparton, here are some of the pointers.&lt;br /&gt;- Patients are very nice in private practice especially in rural area&lt;br /&gt;- The appointment book is booked out until september, which hints the serious shortage and demand for services.&lt;br /&gt;- I havent picked up a sickle scaler for years&lt;br /&gt;- Patients don't care how much you know until you show how much you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the surgery overlooking the green scattered trees and bushes outside, turning on the sound of running water, with maybe a few kangaroos or two hopping by, endulging in the sense of tranquility, wouldn't that be a dream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-405594585181570302?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/405594585181570302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=405594585181570302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/405594585181570302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/405594585181570302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/06/dream.html' title='Shep Insert #2'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-1370601879470638089</id><published>2009-06-16T09:27:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:44:59.457+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Shep Insert #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1-2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving Melb for 4 weeks in Shepparton, it was full of excitement. The drive was fun when you have someone driving up with you, so you concentrate on keeping a close distance instead of just staring blankly at the empty road ahead. We were in Nargambie in no time. The weather was aunshine-perfect and so did the fish&amp;amp;chip by the glittering lake. we were in Shep within 40 minutes, our home for the next 4 weeks. The 'Pod' looks awesome with 4 bedrooms downstairs, 6 upstairs and a bathroom between each bedroom. Went to do grocery shopping and I'm (not)proud to say that our first bill was $292. We also met 2 lovely BOH, Michelle and Maggie which soon became very much a part of our group thanks to the overly friendly Bec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First night in Shep began and ended in a typical fashion, involving a few bottles of alcohol. A few ppl had a few too many which resulted in the house being filled with werid random noises and high pitch squealing throughout the night. We woke up to witness a random chair in the bathroom and Twister on the living room floor which hinted much about the unknown nightly activities. No need to say that in the morning there were a not-hung-over-cos-I'm-still-drunk person, a few zombies, a few cases of xerostomia and a few constant yellings such as "I'm indian. I don't get drunk", "... raped me", "I don't remember anything", "I sense the judgemental aura coming from my left" and so on so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second night was spent much on cooking which wasn't too bad except the rice that looked more like mashed potato. There were games of Settlers of Catan, Boggle and Wii Beach Volleyball which saw me retreating to my bedroom with very sore arms. I don't know much of what followed after I left but surely, it involved some 'serious discussions' and Kelly overtaking Bec on the 'Chart' in less than 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Status @ 40 hrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- No fight among housemates yet&lt;br /&gt;- Kelly AKA Squealer&lt;br /&gt;- I S2 Dishwasher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-1370601879470638089?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/1370601879470638089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=1370601879470638089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/1370601879470638089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/1370601879470638089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/06/shep-insert-1.html' title='Shep Insert #1'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-4564875702691973147</id><published>2009-06-10T00:31:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:54:00.816+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes. But no meat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today while I was working, I had an unexpected sms from my brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was short and sharp to my brother's typical fashion and it said "yes. but no meat" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, what does that suppose to mean? I had no idea what he was talking about. so 4 words were what I had to work with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The 'yes' implied that I asked something of him first and the 'no meat' implied it had something to do with food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now the time that I might be getting this kinda msg from my brother would be on weekends when I go shopping and he might've wanted me to buy something etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I started to think along the line of delayed msg that we sometimes get. I went food shopping on the weekend but didn't remember asking him anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I went through my sent msg history. Lo and behold, the culprit msg, "hey can you eat spicy?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But that wasn't for my brother. It was the msg I sent to a friend who was coming over on saturday for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suddenly things began to make sense. In my family, I call my brother by his nickname which is 'A' and hence he is the first on the phone number list alphabetically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The phone must have knocked around in my pocket and sent accidental msgs I didn't delete off the compose window. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing more to it than that...except my brother would be expecting a spicy non-meat dinner from me tonight  =(    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-4564875702691973147?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/4564875702691973147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=4564875702691973147' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/4564875702691973147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/4564875702691973147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/06/yes-but-no-meat.html' title='Yes. But no meat'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-6805391166969870348</id><published>2009-06-09T20:15:00.012+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:47:45.209+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot N Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/Si5XbLWwTYI/AAAAAAAAALw/G6bmTnPC8xo/s1600-h/Hot+N+Cold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345305932151672194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/Si5XbLWwTYI/AAAAAAAAALw/G6bmTnPC8xo/s400/Hot+N+Cold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/Si5WRay2wAI/AAAAAAAAALo/QvHpq4JBr2U/s1600-h/Hot+N+Cold.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Like a girl changes clothes&lt;br /&gt;Yeah me, can't decide what to drink&lt;br /&gt;You would know&lt;br /&gt;And I over think&lt;br /&gt;Dark or white chocolate&lt;br /&gt;I should know&lt;br /&gt;That you're so good for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're hot then you're cold&lt;br /&gt;You smell like Milo&lt;br /&gt;You taste like Time Out&lt;br /&gt;I can't put you down&lt;br /&gt;You look about right&lt;br /&gt;You're brown and you're white&lt;br /&gt;So good I drink up&lt;br /&gt;Then I lick the cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I don't really wanna pay, no&lt;br /&gt;I, and I don't really wanna go, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're hot then you're cold&lt;br /&gt;You smell like Milo&lt;br /&gt;You taste like Time Out&lt;br /&gt;I can't put you down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** couldn't get the song off my head the whole weekend **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-6805391166969870348?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/6805391166969870348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=6805391166969870348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/6805391166969870348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/6805391166969870348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/06/hot-n-cold.html' title='Hot N Cold'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/Si5XbLWwTYI/AAAAAAAAALw/G6bmTnPC8xo/s72-c/Hot+N+Cold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-8377568069014573727</id><published>2009-06-07T21:27:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:20:18.631+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344589021811552194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SivLZgOHr8I/AAAAAAAAALg/J82Zl4hCnF0/s400/final1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/Si5vQXzv9HI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Tevzvybjt5U/s1600-h/IS2U.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345332134795015282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/Si5vQXzv9HI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Tevzvybjt5U/s400/IS2U.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-8377568069014573727?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/8377568069014573727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=8377568069014573727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/8377568069014573727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/8377568069014573727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/06/through-eye.html' title='Through the eye'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SivLZgOHr8I/AAAAAAAAALg/J82Zl4hCnF0/s72-c/final1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-4045395664835266531</id><published>2009-06-07T00:17:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:22:31.340+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Optimist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A man saw another man walked into the room with one shoe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so he asked, "Did you lose a shoe?", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to which the man replied, "No, I've found one".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is your glass half empty or half full?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-4045395664835266531?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/4045395664835266531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=4045395664835266531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/4045395664835266531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/4045395664835266531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/06/optimist.html' title='Optimist'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-2788525602959693700</id><published>2009-06-04T22:41:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T01:16:44.325+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Panching all the way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By the tune of "Jingle Bells"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drilling out the hole&lt;br /&gt;Filling in decay&lt;br /&gt;Missed lunch time, oh no&lt;br /&gt;Working all the way&lt;br /&gt;Where the hell's that thing?&lt;br /&gt;Time to panic, right?&lt;br /&gt;What fun it is to look through the bin&lt;br /&gt;We'll be here all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, bell st hell, bell st smells&lt;br /&gt;Panching all the way&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what fun it is to work&lt;br /&gt;In a self-sterilising place&lt;br /&gt;Bell st hell, bell st smells&lt;br /&gt;Panching all the way&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what fun it is to work&lt;br /&gt;In a self-sterilising place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't find that football bur&lt;br /&gt;Did room three guys take mine?&lt;br /&gt;Still writing on paper&lt;br /&gt;Why not type online?&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen minutes exam&lt;br /&gt;We thought it's game and fun&lt;br /&gt;Until we started a fight with Trang&lt;br /&gt;Then no work gets done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus) x2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Disclaimer: I like Panch (a lot) and this lyric is only written for its entertainment value.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-2788525602959693700?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/2788525602959693700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=2788525602959693700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/2788525602959693700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/2788525602959693700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/06/panching-all-way.html' title='Panching all the way'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-7865200846423515092</id><published>2009-06-03T20:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:56:29.686+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm dumber than I look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So if I look dumb...pls save me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-7865200846423515092?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-1503289761071413493</id><published>2009-05-30T17:39:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:43:01.874+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bishops</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Moving, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like two bishops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Close in proximity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apart infinitely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Come, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a bit closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Breathe a little slower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look a little harder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Losing (a) heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but won't lose the soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes, want to follow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The path is too narrow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and falling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-1503289761071413493?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/1503289761071413493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=1503289761071413493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/1503289761071413493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/1503289761071413493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/05/bishops.html' title='Bishops'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-8618377726608429530</id><published>2009-05-27T21:48:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:13:46.418+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids. Love them or hate them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Kids cry easily but they smile and laugh just as quickly", someone told me a few days before my paedodontic clinics started but that said little about what to expect over the next 8 weeks. Some kids are breath-takingly sweet and some are self-absorbed annoying little dynamites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I made kids cry by giving an injection. I made kids cry without giving an injection. I made a kid cry while giving oral hygiene instruction which struck me with the reality of kid's sensitivity. I had a flashback to 10 years ago when I felt the same way that kid felt. It saddened me that as I grew up, my thinking changed and I forgot to consider how I used to feel as a kid. Anyway, I'm happy that I'm able to sort out my feeling and do LA on kids without hesitation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In paedodontic clinics, we've seen it all. We saw award-winning parents. We saw bad parenting. We saw a 6 yrs old acting like a 15 yrs old. We saw a 15 yrs old acting like a 4 yrs old. We saw Fuji 7 being used. We saw conseal and clamps running out. We saw a dentist "probed" fissure sealant out of the window. We saw all the Nguyens in Melbourne. We saw little angels and demons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've yet to extract a baby tooth. My only potential extraction patient didn't show up which means that I've never successfully extracted a primary tooth given that the only primary tooth I attempted earlier this year was a failure and I went home with a cramped forearm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've yet to do pulpotomy even though I came across many large decay cavities. Unfortunately for me but fortunately for those kids, they remained as filled cavities, as opposed to root canal treated and crowned. After expressing disappointment to a friend, he casually whispered the devil's words, "you can just slip".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At times, I didn't have much sympathy for patients who failed to turn up to appointments. Within these last few weeks, a simple truth finally came to me that human are human. We have good days and we have bad days. Sometimes (most of the time), patients don't want to see a dentist, just like sometimes, dentists don't want to see patients (especially when we are down physically). My demonstrator once told me "As much as they love you, they don't want to see you if they can help it".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After 8 weeks, not only did I learnt about kids, I learnt much about our friends. Some people hate kids. Some people are good with kids but still hate kids. Some people like young asian girls. Some people like young boys, specifically 9-10 yrs old. Some people ARE like kids. Some people like to steal other people's patients. Some people's mood fluctuated according to the nurse they had or had not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So after nine exams, nine fissure sealants, eight preventives/scaling, six fillings, one stainless steel crown and popping rubber dam clamps out of the mouth twice, what else can I say? Prescribe TLC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been a nice ride kiddo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-8618377726608429530?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/8618377726608429530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=8618377726608429530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/8618377726608429530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/8618377726608429530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/05/kids-love-them-or-hate-them.html' title='Kids. Love them or hate them.'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-1644866633317266312</id><published>2009-05-24T03:30:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T03:39:39.332+10:00</updated><title type='text'>TP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/Shg0zyRk0bI/AAAAAAAAAK4/M0qbfmfERwg/s1600-h/Copy+(2)+of+IMG_0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339075422521184690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/Shg0zyRk0bI/AAAAAAAAAK4/M0qbfmfERwg/s400/Copy+(2)+of+IMG_0257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/Shgyyvn0pcI/AAAAAAAAAKo/7u0uRd1vpI4/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Consent?&lt;/span&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/5417204136277970672-1644866633317266312?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/1644866633317266312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=1644866633317266312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/1644866633317266312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/1644866633317266312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/05/tp.html' title='TP'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/Shg0zyRk0bI/AAAAAAAAAK4/M0qbfmfERwg/s72-c/Copy+(2)+of+IMG_0257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-3350373236074853633</id><published>2009-05-15T00:52:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:18:18.420+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Just call</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;"well u should have just called me to hang out. I was pretty lonely last year..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you wish you could've taken things back and do it all over again but that's just a fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;"Fear can hold you prisoner. Hope can set you free." was the famous quote from Shawshank redemption which reminded me that fear is our biggest obstacle in achieving anything. We fear a lot of things: fear of the unknown, fear of change, fear of rejection, fear of failure. We let opportunities fly by without knowing what could've been or how it may have turned out. And on rare occasions, things happened that made you realised what you've lost and made you regreted not taking chances. Like the movie 'Sliding doors' starring Gwyneth Paltrow, a seemingly insignificant event can split your life down different paths and the lives you could've had became parallel universes. So when the next fork on the road comes, which path would you go on? Where do you want to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to stop being afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-3350373236074853633?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/3350373236074853633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=3350373236074853633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/3350373236074853633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/3350373236074853633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-call.html' title='Just call'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-3649941828460231706</id><published>2009-05-06T19:23:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:25:15.569+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Think</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Think of the ski.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Think of the snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Think you wouldn't wanna roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;down the slopes with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-3649941828460231706?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/3649941828460231706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=3649941828460231706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/3649941828460231706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/3649941828460231706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/05/think.html' title='Think'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-5261380016093618999</id><published>2009-04-29T18:04:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T02:30:19.188+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;promises &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-5261380016093618999?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/5261380016093618999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=5261380016093618999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/5261380016093618999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/5261380016093618999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-4247283548010901317</id><published>2009-04-26T04:42:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T04:49:50.769+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Devil ate chicken for dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;45 mins: Manchester United 0 - 2 Tottenham Hotspur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Final: Manchester United 5 - 2 Tottenham Hotspur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who said we couldn't do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS. Thanks for your blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-4247283548010901317?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/4247283548010901317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=4247283548010901317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/4247283548010901317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/4247283548010901317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/04/devil-ate-chicken-for-dinner.html' title='The Devil ate chicken for dinner'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-5730269838524651303</id><published>2009-04-25T19:27:00.013+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:46:21.288+10:00</updated><title type='text'>TimTam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Windy night. Been dark for a few hours. Head numbed from watching people running around the island. Throat felt dry. Neck, stiff. Eyes half closed, tired from prolong exposure to computer screen light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ears picked up a door sound, slamming in the distance. Brother went hiking. Noone else lives in this house. Paused window media player. Sitting still in the dark. Pupils dilated. Ears tuned. Took a bite of TimTam. Silence spreaded. Swallowed TimTam. Paranoid. Hearing things again. Loneliness does that to people. The wind slammed the door? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Getting up slowly. Bedroom door was wide opened. Thought of a hostile attacking by surprise crept to mind. Watched too much hollywood crap. Nevertheless, feet automatically side-stepped towards the far side of the room, circling to see beyond the door. Hand held an invisble baseball bat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Noone... ahh nutz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Walking past the door, the noise downstairs became apparent. Brother's friend? but the light was off. This seemed sus. Holding my breath. Slowly crept down the stairs. One hand held up like a pistol. why? dunno. Half a Timtam in the other hand. Stopped half way down. Swallowed TimTam as quietly as possible. Stuck my head over the side of the stairs. The footsteps approached. The dark outline of a tiny bearded man emerged from the dining room. He turned and looked at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh it was my brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-5730269838524651303?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/5730269838524651303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=5730269838524651303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/5730269838524651303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/5730269838524651303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/04/timtam.html' title='TimTam'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-4839683781162488977</id><published>2009-04-24T01:29:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T01:17:06.802+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Rheumatic Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rheumatic fever&lt;/strong&gt; is an inflammatory disease that may occur after a streptococcal bacterial infection. It is caused by the antibody cross reaction between the bacterial antigen and the self antigen of various organs such as the heart, joints, the brain and skin. The major concern with regard to dentistry is the damage to the endocardium or the heart valve which may put these patients under the risk of developing infective endocarditis after performing some dental procedures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's what I'm going to regurgitate, word by word, if by some dim chance it turns up in the exam for the third time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Getting shot down by Dr Stacey in viva exam was a unique experience few dental students had to endure, so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;once is already one too many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll never ever forget it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll never ever forget it again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll never ever forget it again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll never ever forget it again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll never ever forget it again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll never ever forget it again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll never ever forget it again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll never ever forget it again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll never ever forget it again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll never ever forget it again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's surprising how depression can be a drive to make you study, even though it usually lasts only a few minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-4839683781162488977?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/4839683781162488977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=4839683781162488977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/4839683781162488977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/4839683781162488977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/04/rheumatic-fever.html' title='Rheumatic Fever'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-1634363280045608088</id><published>2009-04-23T23:02:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:59:31.433+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Code Purple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We didn't panick...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327873952422322834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SfBpIaYwYpI/AAAAAAAAAKg/rCR1w0OIweg/s400/IMG_0224.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Until we saw...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327872371456873042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SfBnsY1OElI/AAAAAAAAAKY/lzFyUqgryLo/s400/Copy+of+IMG_0227+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS. Code pink =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-1634363280045608088?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/1634363280045608088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=1634363280045608088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/1634363280045608088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/1634363280045608088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/04/code-purple.html' title='Code Purple'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SfBpIaYwYpI/AAAAAAAAAKg/rCR1w0OIweg/s72-c/IMG_0224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-2695600911641049482</id><published>2009-04-23T22:27:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:22:28.610+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at Base</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Black nails&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Leaf necklace&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;long coat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyday &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pretty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-2695600911641049482?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/2695600911641049482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=2695600911641049482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/2695600911641049482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/2695600911641049482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-at-base.html' title='Back at Base'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-6182744844972563924</id><published>2009-04-22T21:15:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T01:26:15.043+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thin line</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While digging through my own &lt;a href="http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-doesnt-wait.html"&gt;rubbish&lt;/a&gt;, the old thoughts resurfaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why do couples look so right and complete?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fundamentally, we are all seeking companionships and usually we find ourselves friends. We know that noone likes to be alone. We need someone to listen to, someone to talk to, someone to trust, someone to stick by you when you need them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but what is friendship? How do we define friendships when some are deep while some are superficial. Some are meaningful while some are deceitful. Some are family, some are strictly 'business' and some are just words we use to refer to people who we knew of. What does it really mean? Doesn't it make you feel cautious about who we let in and what we let out? Is friendship enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friendships and Love are seperated only by a thin line, a line that is so well-defined and yet, fuzzy at the same time. When you have something as vague as 'friendship', doesn't it sometimes make you want to cross the thin line into that new place of trust? and isn't it deligthful to see someone steping over that line with you, someone who trust you just as much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isn't this why we are constantly searching for our soulmates? Or otherwise we will never feel complete, be complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why do couples look so right and complete?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because they've found something more than friendships. They no longer feel unsettled. They no longer seek and so they live their lives in security. They can live their lives in relaxed trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-6182744844972563924?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/6182744844972563924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=6182744844972563924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/6182744844972563924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/6182744844972563924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/04/thin-line.html' title='Thin line'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-8264149587762128115</id><published>2009-04-21T21:49:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:26:44.060+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Kent Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"There are 2 types of love. The love that you can express and declare and the love that you can express but can never declare" - Kent Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Next yr I'll get an autograph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-8264149587762128115?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/8264149587762128115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=8264149587762128115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/8264149587762128115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/8264149587762128115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/04/kent-valentine.html' title='Kent Valentine'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-2516528432619274429</id><published>2009-04-20T22:32:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:58:19.379+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow light</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Towards the end of easter break, life fell into the usual pattern again. On holiday, it always seemed like you had all the time in the world with nothing to do but you always found out that there were so much you forgot to do, on the last night. but of course, it was all too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 days ago I found out I missed the last 10 episodes of Heroes and Lost but that's not the point. The point is the realisation that 10 weeks blissed by without me noticing and it left me wondering what have I done all these times. The first Back-to-base week approached like a flashing yellow light, signalling the coming of an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The second light glimpses in the not-so-far distance, marking the beginning of the home stretch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but there're so much more that I wanted to do. so many things I haven't had the courage to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-2516528432619274429?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/2516528432619274429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=2516528432619274429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/2516528432619274429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/2516528432619274429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/04/yellow-light.html' title='Yellow light'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-8696259322368222467</id><published>2009-04-19T18:48:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:10:28.013+10:00</updated><title type='text'>wasn't mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I encountered a rare event of having spotted a $10 note on the ground at safeway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My first reaction was picking it up and gave it to the counter. The guy asked me "Do you want to keep it?". I said "nah" and left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I couldn't quite understand why I did what I did. When ppl see money lying around without any obvious owner they think finders keepers, right? so why then? maybe $10 was too much and I don't feel comfortable taking it. Maybe I've never seen a $10 note lying around for grap. maybe I would've taken it if it was $2? What would the guy at the counter do? The money isn't in the system. Noone is gonna claim it. How can you  declare ownership of lost money? For all we know, the guy prob kept it himself. maybe because I didn't need that money. maybe it didn't feel right. maybe I'm a dumbass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why am I thinking so much? Should've just taken the money and buy half a tube of toothmousse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-8696259322368222467?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/8696259322368222467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=8696259322368222467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/8696259322368222467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/8696259322368222467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/04/wasnt-mine.html' title='wasn&apos;t mine'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-494205347811496266</id><published>2009-04-13T22:47:00.014+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T07:06:22.613+10:00</updated><title type='text'>actually, Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;About 2 months ago around the time of Valentine's day, I came across an article which pointed out how romantic movies can harm our relationships,which is being described as the so-called 'Nothing Hill effect'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is said that ppl who watch romcoms (and disney films alike) are more likely to hold on to the idea of predestined love and are more likely to be unhappy with their own relationships. Romcoms often paint the picture that lovers can suddenly develop a spark but portray married couples as being boring and loveless. The article revealed the common themes running through the line of romcom films, these being 'opposites attract', the 'pick me', the 'class warfare' and the 'secret identities'. This gives ppl unrealistic expectations of their own relationships. Thus more and more ppl now a day stay single in the belief that they can afford to wait for their soulmates and often, quit perfectly good relationships with the excuse that they didn't have the right person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sadly, I'm a romcom person and maybe I've been suffering from the Nothing Hill Effect. T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oday I watched Pride and Prejudice again and my heart was still moved by Keira Knightly, the idea of 'love chemistry' and the beautiful language my ears couldn't catch up to. For now, I think this is what I need, an indulgence, a glimpse of perfection in my imperfect life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hile being the all time classic love story, there was a hint of reality in the film that we cannot ignore. I was drawn to the character Charlotte, one of Lizzy's sisters who boldly stated that "not everyone can afford to be romantic" and it couldn't be more true. There are many ppl out there who are bounded by life's unfortunate circumstances and do not have choices in this matter. I do realise that life isn't a fairy tale but I can't help being scared that my life may end up being like Charlotte's. What a waste of a lifetime that would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some random things I came across on the internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Love means never having to say you're sorry, mostly because when you screw up, you will need to make a much longer speech than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- You never know when love will strike, which makes it similar to terrorists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Love was originally invented by microsoft, thus explaining its chronic instability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- We wear wedding rings on the left fourth finger because of the belief dated back to ancient egypt that the vein of love run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;s from this finger directly to the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS. Isn't it nice to think that everyone has been cut in two and we're all wandering the earth looking for our other half?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-494205347811496266?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/494205347811496266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=494205347811496266' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/494205347811496266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/494205347811496266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/04/actually-love.html' title='actually, Love'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-1549281663353340828</id><published>2009-04-12T20:50:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:19:17.079+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Legend of BigMac</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once upon the time, there was a fat kid in a tiny village far far way. He loved eating BigMac and his dad grew weary of his eating habit. One day, his dad walked up to him with a newspaper and pointed out how much fat there is in each BigMac. His dad made a deal with him that for every BigMac eaten, the boy would have to swim 15 laps of the pool. The boy agreed and so he swam 15 laps for every BigMac he consumed. He even went swimming in advance on several occasions to accumulate BigMac points. Over the next 5 years, the fat kid grew tired of the whole process and slowly stopped eating BigMac. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The father is very pleased that his son no longer eats BigMac nor fat but is now a very good swimmer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-1549281663353340828?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/1549281663353340828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=1549281663353340828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/1549281663353340828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/1549281663353340828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/04/legend-of-bigmac.html' title='The Legend of BigMac'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-3145833063438092419</id><published>2009-04-07T21:12:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:25:16.081+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi crushedguava</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi crushedguava, meet crushedcoconut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Half week gone half day 46 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cannot became should not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am not because it's you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will not move but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; am scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 butterflies in dreamland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-3145833063438092419?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/3145833063438092419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=3145833063438092419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/3145833063438092419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/3145833063438092419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi-crushedguava.html' title='Hi crushedguava'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-3217064642145615113</id><published>2009-04-04T22:10:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:08:46.951+11:00</updated><title type='text'>when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life sux...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when ppl around disappoint you to the extent that you would rather be alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when somewhere between the states of waking and sleeping, you fear what happened, what might have happened, what's happening and what you think will happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when memories remind you how you are not good enough but you don't know why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when you know that looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; away and ignoring it doesn't solve the problem but you do it anyway because it feels better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when you wait for someone on a leaving train and they don't show up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when they say the trains may meet later but you know it's a lie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when you can't answer to yourself why you're here, what are you doing and what do you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when there's so much noise around but none is going into your head. You can't hear yourself think and you don't know where to turn to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when you feel weak but need to be strong for others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when you don't like what you do and so does everyone else but you can't change it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when you are living on 20c.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when you need an aid of something along the line of Zoloft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when studying seems a better idea than whatever you are doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when you feel disconnected and you fear the thing left holding it all together might be there for the wrong reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when you can't control how you feel and knowing it, is depressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when there are lines on 2 different levels and you dare not to cross it because you have so much to lose and because there's a big red sign 'don't jump'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when each bad decision you made leads on to the worse one made down the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when you're lonely but not alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS. Ever thought that adding a weaker piece to something can make it stronger?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-3217064642145615113?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/3217064642145615113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=3217064642145615113' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/3217064642145615113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/3217064642145615113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/04/when.html' title='when...'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-822748035547657323</id><published>2009-03-30T23:27:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:11:03.513+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Life doesn't wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some ppl don't understand that life doesn't wait for you to be ready. That was a pretty clear message from the forever-will-be-top-rom-com-in-my-heart movie, 'A Lot Like Love', telling us how we can't live our lives in a serial circuit, waiting for all the great things in life to come to you one by one, one after another. Life is a parallel circuit. Things (or s**ts) happen all the time. Destiny comes around the corner and you take whatever you can. You may not be great at multi-tasking but you hope that at the end of the day the goods will outweight the bads, that friends and love ones would carry you through hard times, that you'll come out the other end clean and learnt from your mistakes along the way. What if it takes a thousand mistakes for you to get it right? Can you afford to do it all one after another? Life's too short. Living life in series and you'll find you'll miss many trains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I saw one of my friends' photo with his gf and it just dawned on me how it felt so right. I never thought I'd seen them in that sorta light but they really seemed happy and complete right there in the moment the picture was captured. Why do ppl with gf/bf have a glow about them? Are all great things really made in pairs? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Oliver, this is life. It doesn't wait for you to get back on your feet" - Graham ('A Lot Like Love" 2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-822748035547657323?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/822748035547657323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=822748035547657323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/822748035547657323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/822748035547657323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-doesnt-wait.html' title='Life doesn&apos;t wait'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-728285311492831445</id><published>2009-03-28T02:32:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T02:24:16.830+11:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Things about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've seen the 25 random things tag on facebook that has been circulating around and it didn't catch my attention until I read my brother's. Then I realised I really dunno a whole lot about him. So here I attempt to have my own version of the 25 random things about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) Mum, Dad and my brother are the 3 greatest rolemodels in my life, whom which sum up who I am today. I always think I've got problem-solving and logical thinking from my dad while I've got the abstract thinking and sensitivity from my mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) I follow my brother foot steps in many many things that I do. Usually, I couldn't do it as well as he does but I'm very happy with the things that I did and partially thankful that I'm not as good as he is or else I would've felt obligated to fulfil those potentials. These things include maths, soccer, badminton, athletics, mindgames, photography, carpentry and many other outdoor activites eg. rockclimbing, kayaking, bush walking, cycling, skiing, sailing, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3) In yr 2003, I walked 100.3 km at Wombat state forest within 24 hrs. That was the first time I see a live full adult size red kangaroo jumping right past my face. In yr 2005, I cycled over 200km around Port Phillips bay under 12 hrs in a cycling event 'Around the bay in a day'. I was the last person to have gone over the Westgate bridge on the day and hence the last person to complete the event on the day. My bike computer registered 228.69km on that day. I would now like to attempt a 400+km drive under 6 hrs, hopefully in 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4) I'm shortsighted with -6.25 (RHS) and -5.75 (LHS) and I also have astigmatism. It's a misconception that I'm a nerd because I wear thick glasses. I have poor eyesight owing to the genetic factor and my habit of watching TV in the dark when I was little in fear of waking my parents up. I've worn my glasses for over 15 yrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5) My last contact with girls before Uni was back in kindergarden given that I've been through all-boys primary and highschool. I remember being matched with one girl in second yr kindergarden whom I was teased about as being my gf. Her nickname was Nina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6) I'm a Buddhist even though I went to christian primary and secondary school. During the 6 yrs in highschool, I had at least 4 bible readings every week, including half an hr chapel service on Sunday. I found that the more services I attended, the more repelled from christianity I felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7) I've only ever got one gf in my life despite what people around me think. I'm quite picky, like how I am with other aspects of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8) I've been lazy all my life. My occasional displays of diligence almost always initiated from 'lazy' motives. It's always about achieving optimal results with minimal input and don't talk to me about doing things the last minute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9) I enjoy reading quite a variety of novels but romantic novels are usually my preference when I want to relax my brain. My favourite romantic novel authors are Nicholas Sparks and กิ่งฉัตร (Thai novels). My life changing book is 'Ice Station' by Matthew Reilly which is the only book I've personally gone to ask for the author's autograph in my copy of the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10) I think I have a big personal space. I like doing things by myself and sometimes I can live by myself for a month without much human contact at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11) I used to grow up thinking my whole family is fat. Coincidentally, my mum nicknamed me 'Pui' which means chubby or fat in Hokkien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12) I'm a very self-centered person. I have problem accepting what my mind doesn't like, to the point that I develop a way of tricking my brain into accepting things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13) I live my life in patterns and so I have the urge to organise things into blocks, physically and imaginatively. I also have a fear of forgeting things which doesn't go well with my poor short term memory. I usually do a quick room sweep before leaving and I get caught up when I lost something as simple as a pen. I often forget what I want to say or do and am quite dependent on reminder notes. I used to get very upset when my mum washed away the 'notes' I accidentally left in my jeans' pocket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14) I once thought that I would never grow out of playing games. I usually play computer games because I never own a PS, Nintendo, X-Box, Wii, etc. At 19, I got over it and stopped playing computer games. Now I only limit myself to boardgames.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15) I like drawing although I used to be terrible at it. I owe my dexterity to a comic called 'Conan' which I secretly bought with my lunch money behind my mum when I was little. Sketching Conan's character was how I started drawing but now I mainly sketch portraits. I still sux.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16) I have many regrets in life. I've done some terrible things the first few years away from home and I upset many ppl along the way. I think leaving home early was how I learnt to be a bit more considerate towards others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17) I have a hunch back before starting dentistry due to my reading-in-bed habit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18) I have numeral scars on my bodies. One on my head and one on my right wrist from broken window glass. One on the back of my right hand where a small greenish lump was excised. 2 on my right elbow from two seperate falls off the bike. A few on my left ankle and foot from a fall off a big rock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;19) Before 2007, I never thought Facebook could become the thing like many others of its kind such as Tagged, Multiply, Hi5 etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20) I own my first mobile phone in 1st year uni, the one which I'm still using today. I never own a pager, bluetooth or any other gadgets that became popular from time to time except a 30GB Ipod video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;21) I had my near death experience in Dec 2004 when I returned from phuket less than 24 hrs before Tsunami wiped the whole beach and most things 3km in land. I took a picture as I was walking on the pier without knowing that it would never be the same again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;22) I considered myself to be a lucky person. I was lucky even before I was born. My parents wanted 2 kids and my mum had a miscarriage before having my brother. I've almost never been born but I'm glad I'm my mum's boy for every minutes of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;23) I think that since it's my 23rd birthday, I shall end this 25 random things at 23.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-728285311492831445?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/728285311492831445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=728285311492831445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/728285311492831445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/728285311492831445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/03/25-things-about-me.html' title='25 Things about me'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-8250533754044643279</id><published>2009-03-26T22:03:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:32:24.186+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning things the hard way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's always a first time for everything, including a needle stick injury.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With everything in life, I find that we never really learn anything despite having been told over and over because it still feels like a fantasy that you can't relate to. But once it happened to yourself, it became a reality that's hard to forget and so we live through life making mistakes, one after another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've made mistakes, so many mistakes these past 5 yrs. I've made people cry. I've made some people lose faith. I've made people angry. I've made enemies without knowing. I've made some gain to my patient's loss but I'm grateful for their sacrifice. Many thanks to those who put up with me and guided me with kindness and compassion. I hope one day I'll be capable of giving it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've always thought that I'm generally a lucky person. There were a lot of mistakes in my life but they were little ones that set me back but never really took me down. It almost seems like those were designed not to cause me grief but to make me learn things in life, predetermined check points. It's like another hurdle to jump over and I get stronger after each one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes my knees knocked the bar and bruised but I never catch the bar by the foot and fall... like a rock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thoughts:&lt;/strong&gt; Know when to remember, when to forget and when to forgive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-8250533754044643279?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/8250533754044643279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=8250533754044643279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/8250533754044643279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/8250533754044643279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/03/learning-things-hard-way.html' title='Learning things the hard way'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-5511042365368709744</id><published>2009-03-16T23:26:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T16:43:26.333+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Who bit the Apple?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315511492124794754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/ScR9ig-a34I/AAAAAAAAAKI/OQXIUbPFqbc/s400/Apple_Mac_Mini_inhand.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/ScR8QOszCfI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3_01jVyjvCo/s1600-h/Apple_Mac_Mini_inhand.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been curious for a while now on this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why does McIntosh apple (MAC) have to be half bitten and Who bit it?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me came up with 3 random answers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Adam&lt;/em&gt; - bcos "we were born to break rules", in reference to christian's belief of Adam eating the forbidden fruit of knowledge (maybe an apple?) and hence the term Adam's apple. *shrug*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Isaac &lt;/em&gt;- bcos he got hungry after too much thinking, in reference to Isaac Newton discovering gravity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;An angry orange&lt;/em&gt; - in reference to my Photo5's &lt;a href="http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/10/mysterious-box.html"&gt;'Domestic Violence' &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do you think like a Christian, a Scientist or my friend?&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to drop in more answers =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-5511042365368709744?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/5511042365368709744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=5511042365368709744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/5511042365368709744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/5511042365368709744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-bit-apple_16.html' title='Who bit the Apple?'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/ScR9ig-a34I/AAAAAAAAAKI/OQXIUbPFqbc/s72-c/Apple_Mac_Mini_inhand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-5774721757234611345</id><published>2009-03-15T23:04:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:33:44.862+11:00</updated><title type='text'>อย่างน้อย</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ในชีวิต เคยถูกคนปฏิเสธของขวัญวันเกิดบ้างหรือเปล่า&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;เธอเคยบอกเราว่า มีแต่คนทำให้เธอผิดหวังในวันเกิดเสมอ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;เราก็อยากจะทำให้เธอมีความสุข เพราะเราคิดว่าทุกๆคน สมควรที่จะมีสิ่งดีๆเข้ามาในชีวิตบ้าง อย่างน้อยก็ในวันเกิดของตัวเอง&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;เรานั่งทำการ์ดวันเกิดให้เธอตั้งแต่ 3 อาทิตย์ก่อน จนเพื่อนคนอื่นมันว่าเราบ้า&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;เรานั่งคิดหาอะไรให้เธอทำสนุกๆ เธอก็ไม่สนใจ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;เราจะพาเธอไปเลี้ยงอาหารเช้าข้างนอกในวันเกิดก่อนไปทำงาน เธอก็คงไม่ต้องการอีก&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;อาทิตย์ก่อนเราไปเที่ยวงาน moomba กับเพื่อน เล่นเกมส์ตามซุ้มเอารางวัล ดูพลุจนงานจะจบ เพื่อนก็จะกลับกันหมดแล้ว&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;เธอคงไม่รู้ว่าวันนั้น เราก็ยังคิดถึงเธอ คิดว่าเธอคงชอบตุ๊กตามาริโอ้ที่เป็นรางวัลใหญ่ของบางซุ้ม &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;เราไม่เคยคิดจะอยากได้เลยยยย แต่เราก็แยกจากเพื่อน กลับเข้าไปเล่นจนชนะ หวังจะให้เป็นของขวัญเธอ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ถ้าเธอไม่เอา เราก็ไม่รู้จะเก็บไว้ทำไม อยากได้ก็เปล่า เสียเงิน เสียเวลา เก็บไว้ก็เสียความรู้สึก &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;เธอบอก...ว่ามีแต่คนทำให้เธอผิดหวังในวันเกิด&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;แล้วเธอเคยคิดบ้างไม้ ว่าตัวเธอเองก็คอยแต่จะปฏิเสธความหวังดีคนอื่น&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;เธอบอก...ว่ามีแต่คนทำให้เธอผิดหวังในวันเกิด&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;เธอคงไม่รู้อีกแหล่ะว่ามีคนทำให้เราผิดหวังทุกๆวัน แม้แต่กับคนที่เราหวังดีด้วยและคอยให้ตลอด ไม่ต้องรอให้ถึงวันเกิดเราหรอก &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;เธอบอก...ว่าเข้าใจ เข้าใจว่าความสุขอยู่ที่การให้มากกว่าที่การรับ แต่เธอก็ไม่ขอรับเอาไว้&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ถ้าความสุขมันอยู่ที่การให้จริง แล้วที่เธอปฏิเสธของที่เราให้มันหมายความว่าอะไร เธอไม่อยากให้เรามีความสุขหรอ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ช่างไม่เข้าใจอะไรเลย &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;แต่เอาเถอะ นับจากวินาทีนี้จะเป็นวันเกิดเธอ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;24 ชั่วโมงของเธอที่เราจะไม่ทำให้เธอผิดหวัง แม้เธอจะไม่ต้องการมันก็ตาม&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;บางครั้งก็เบื่อ เบื่อตัวเองที่ยังเป็นอย่างนี้ เหนื่อย...เหนื่อยที่คอยแต่จะเป็นคนให้&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;และเหนื่อยที่สุดกับการให้ที่คนรับไม่ต้องการ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"ความพยายามที่ทำเพื่อเธอ จะขอทำต่อไป แค่มีรอยยิ้มของเธอส่งมา ก็ชื่นใจ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-5774721757234611345?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/5774721757234611345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=5774721757234611345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/5774721757234611345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/5774721757234611345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='อย่างน้อย'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-4616764848445667201</id><published>2009-03-10T22:30:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:46:36.219+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I wish you'd listened</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why did you ask me, twice,  if you don't care about what I have to say anyway? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;girls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-4616764848445667201?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/4616764848445667201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=4616764848445667201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/4616764848445667201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/4616764848445667201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes-i-wish-youd-listened.html' title='Sometimes I wish you&apos;d listened'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-2309663643229508377</id><published>2009-03-06T20:36:00.010+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:49:45.527+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Mario's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I went out to have a late breakfast today at a place called Mario's on Brunswick st and I saw this menu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Tofu ball with soba noodle, bok choi, mushroom, capsicum, chilli and soy" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My mind wondered how asian can one dish gets and how much of a loner would capsicum feels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While sitting there, my eyes dashed to the side and saw a toilet sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought one day I will say this to someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I wish we could always be like a toilet sign"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and this was the image in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SbDwqXrmOQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hCOOD2eYZ68/s1600-h/Toilet+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310008571371862274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SbDwqXrmOQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hCOOD2eYZ68/s400/Toilet+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-2309663643229508377?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/2309663643229508377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=2309663643229508377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/2309663643229508377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/2309663643229508377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/03/marios.html' title='Mario&apos;s'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SbDwqXrmOQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hCOOD2eYZ68/s72-c/Toilet+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-6700340840458630604</id><published>2009-02-28T22:14:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:16:41.552+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Schofield wanna-be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A few days back, I was woken up from my nap by a friend and was told that she got my key stuck in the door. In my half awake half dopey state, I went downstairs and the key sure was stuck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After trying to turn very hard a couple of times, I decided that I needed to eat dinner first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are certain features that you would expect your normal door lock to have and they are the followings: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- the lock can only be opened by your keys alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- the key cannot be pulled out from the key hole while turning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- the key hole cannot be turned once the key is out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As it turned out, there were some faulty springs inside the lock that got caught, causing the key to get stuck. After pulling apart my door knob, losing a few damaged springs and dropping a few small parts of the lock, this is the state my door lock is currently in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- it still can be locked from inside and outside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- an unidentical but similar key may be able to unlock the door from the &lt;em&gt;inside only&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- if lucky, the door can be unlocked from &lt;em&gt;the inside&lt;/em&gt; without needing any key at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- sometimes the key maybe stuck while retrieving it out of the socket (&lt;em&gt;the inside&lt;/em&gt; lock of course). you simply need to wiggle it a bit and hope for the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As my friend put it, the state of my door lock may be benefitial to 'a very unlucky burglar who couldnt find the key once he broke into the house via windows'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I mean, once the burglar got inside the house, the state of the lock from the inside is irrelevant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The experience was fun tho. This was almost like a puzzle. I love mind games. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isn't life beautiful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-6700340840458630604?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/6700340840458630604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=6700340840458630604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/6700340840458630604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/6700340840458630604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/02/michael-schofield-wanna-be_28.html' title='Michael Schofield wanna-be'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-3393767756181618376</id><published>2009-02-27T18:18:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:57:49.135+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ego revived</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friends think I'm too aggressive with teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Demonstrators didnt think I can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They all have one thing in common. Sterotype.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After my demonstrator concluded that I cut through the side of my patient's tooth, both me and my patient suffered through a great depression for 3 days. I had my doubt of how good I really am and whether I was really overconfident, because that perforation was just one too many.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What more, the guy is my presentation case for the end of year exam. It certainly won't look good if I stuffed up. I've been anxious about the endo drought this yr, feeling a bit restless staying away from K files this long. It would be unbearable to refer the patient away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting my patient back to confirm my apparent "mistake" and opened up the tooth, a perfect root canal anatomy was staring at my face. The perfect 4 canals upper molar first seen through my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The patient is no longer in pain and the previous swelling went away in hrs after the last visit, according to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It wasn't a perforation. It was the canal that I found but my demonstrator couldnt find. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I did a perfect access preparation, the best by me to date and so there was a regret, a regret that I lost my cool, a regret that I let other ppl tell me what I can or cant do and in doing so, my patient suffered. It was unfair, to my patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was happy, happy for the fact that I refused to accept my demonstrator's diagnosis and had the energy to prove it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the high of proving my demonstrator wrong, I met the new obstacle, a constricted canal which reminded me once again that I'm just a small fish in the ocean. The root canal anatomy isn't as simple as I once thought and there are so much more to learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The lesson for the day: learn off someone who knows more than you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-3393767756181618376?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/3393767756181618376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=3393767756181618376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/3393767756181618376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/3393767756181618376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/02/ego-revived.html' title='Ego revived'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-2395706576046144666</id><published>2009-02-26T22:39:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:02:55.754+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcofree</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I knew it was coming these last few days but the symptoms were only aggrevated by my lack of sleep last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had to drive an hr to Knox to work today and an hr back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The throbbing in my head and the nasal sinus were torturing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Came home at 6pm, needing to sleep so badly only to rush out of the house for study goup meeting with friends but without dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;B4 leaving tho, I was desperate for any kind of relief I can get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The &lt;a href="http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-possession-of-banned-drugs.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 different medicines&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I used to have as nasal decongestant are of no use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One was expired at the end of last yr. One, I couldn't find and I suspected expiration was the reason I threw it out. and one would make me drowsy as a side effect + it's not to be taken with alcohol. Just perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With all these sickness and medicines, it seemed faithed not to go on pub crawl tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While scrambling for panadol, I realised alcohol reduces liver functions which metabolise panadol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Definitely no alcohol tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-2395706576046144666?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/2395706576046144666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=2395706576046144666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/2395706576046144666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/2395706576046144666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/02/alcofree.html' title='Alcofree'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-3950555755826682056</id><published>2009-02-23T20:53:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:02:37.912+11:00</updated><title type='text'>If we were emoticons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SaJ0OLCHO-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/B3O37STgad4/s1600-h/Emoticons.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305931097824508898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SaJ0OLCHO-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/B3O37STgad4/s400/Emoticons.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SaJyKcezxCI/AAAAAAAAAJY/k50pRFldB78/s1600-h/Emoticons.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/5417204136277970672-3950555755826682056?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/3950555755826682056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=3950555755826682056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/3950555755826682056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/3950555755826682056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-we-were-emoticons.html' title='If we were emoticons'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SaJ0OLCHO-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/B3O37STgad4/s72-c/Emoticons.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-8891339854657006920</id><published>2009-02-22T18:10:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T18:17:35.732+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last month's weather was pretty hot, hitting 40+ on a few of the days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Hot' was one of the most overused words of the week and so I came up with a line to answer that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever since I attempted to use it on as many ppl as possible but the weather no longer permits it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A: Sooooooo HOT!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B: Me, you or the air in between? :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A: ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lame but thought it was a good idea at the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-8891339854657006920?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/8891339854657006920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=8891339854657006920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/8891339854657006920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/8891339854657006920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/02/hot.html' title='Hot'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-5246434066197311497</id><published>2009-02-18T00:25:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:00:04.705+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemistry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How can we tell ourselves if the person is a friend or more than 'just friend'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It really is a cliche but prob is accurate to say 'when you can't stop thinking about the person'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If by a sudden wake of a moment you had this oh-I-totally-forgot-about-this-person thought then that person is prob not that special to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They said you've gotta have chemistry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's chemistry? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How can one person have so much influence on another even when they hardly know each other really puzzles me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This chemistry thing is extraordinary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When the person is not around, it heightens the brain function, specifically in the lobe containing all memories of that person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The image of the person becomes crystal clear like somehow you're invisibly connected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When your eyes see them, even just a quick glance across the room, the 'chemistry' switches on the radar scan in your head, subconsciously extracting blurry images from your peripheral vision and tells you the person's whereabout in the room without looking. More or less like a homing missile locking its target except you want to switch your stupid radar off but your command has been overridden by this 'chemistry' thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The funny thing life always throws at you is the fact that when we madly wanna see that person, they are never around. But when we are trying to switch off the radar, that person's presence seems to be lingering around all the time making it impossible to do so. Everything you see, everything you eat, everywhere you go will inevitably remind you of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ccording to a British Journal published in 1998, this 'chemistry' is believed to be a molecule in the body made up of rare elements Lutetium and Vanadium. The bonding strength is usually stable but the reaction taken to achieve that molecular structure requires a catalyst which is yet to be determined. Ever since the discovery, the research has come up with the synthetic model of the molecule composing of Chromium, Uranium, Sulphur and Hydrogen which is more readily available but has a much higher rate of reuptake by the body. No wonder it's only short acting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh* I'm tired of chemistry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-5246434066197311497?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/5246434066197311497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=5246434066197311497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/5246434066197311497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/5246434066197311497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/02/chemistry.html' title='Chemistry'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-5048137967731423132</id><published>2009-02-15T23:28:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:34:24.513+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I wrote a blog for Valentine's day every yr and the msg is the same old same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Valentine's day is officially a lonely day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when parents and family are not around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;friends are too busy with their gf/bf,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;single friends are too scared to hang out in fear of possible misunderstandings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life sux. I played badminton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-5048137967731423132?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/5048137967731423132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=5048137967731423132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/5048137967731423132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/5048137967731423132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/02/lonely-day.html' title='Lonely day'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-7688436558971871308</id><published>2009-02-14T01:17:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T01:29:20.048+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh dentistry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some analogies offered by a friend and by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dentistry is like playing poker. Dentists with experience can tackle most problems like most players can win with winning hands. But only good players can win with crappy ones. And that's done with a bit of bluffing and a bit of confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Doing dentistry is like being in a relationship. It sux but you stay in it anyway because you hope tomorrow will get better, though it never does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-7688436558971871308?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/7688436558971871308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=7688436558971871308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/7688436558971871308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/7688436558971871308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-dentistry.html' title='Oh dentistry'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-7432092529163817628</id><published>2009-02-13T21:44:00.012+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T01:17:25.812+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesomeness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please do not read if allergic to high level of arrogance and awesomeness. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm awesome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This week, it has been a serie of some awesome fillings, one after another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Best amalgam effort by me to date. Best Composite build up to date. and Fuji IX too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How awesome you may ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was &lt;em&gt;demonstrator-asked-how-did-you-do-it&lt;/em&gt; awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok I exaggerated it (a lot) but the point was that I'm happy with the fillings I've done so far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No one will notice it. Pts wont thank me for it. but it's my pride and joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After feeling less motivated this yr, this life's little pleasure is what keeps me going from day to day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The only setback is the time taken to achieve the work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of course speed comes with experience but I find that as we move away from educational institution, we are starting to compromise quality for time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When we are rushing, a filling is just another job and soon we are tired of it. But when we are perfecting, working becomes a pleasure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I do think that to be a good dentist you need to have skills, speed and most importantly, integrity. That is the ability to uphold the high standard of work and to never compromise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll prob become an anal dentist who spends too much time on one filling and earns little money but I'll be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As stated by my hero, "there's no charge for awesomeness"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm awesome... and so I should act accordingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By the way, Barney Stinson took that line from me, not the other way around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spewed yet? I told you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-7432092529163817628?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/7432092529163817628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=7432092529163817628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/7432092529163817628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/7432092529163817628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/02/awesomeness.html' title='Awesomeness'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-1747726584294441971</id><published>2009-02-02T23:37:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:50:42.330+11:00</updated><title type='text'>41 mins left</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A few minutes back, a random icebreaker/chain mail question popped into my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"what would you do if you realise the world will end tomorrow?"... and there's only 41 mins left til midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Hug parents. Send caring msgs to friends. listen to good music like John Mayer's." -- Cheeky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hearing what my friend had to say for herself saddened me for the fact that I havent seen my parents for over a year, havent hugged them for just as long and won't be able to see them b4 I go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My brother decided to be in Wollongong which makes my closest living relatives a few kms shy of a 1000. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I certainly cannot be bothered sending all the msgs to friends cos the service would prob be jammed cos everyone are thinking of the same thing like on new years eye. Plus I don't think that's how I want to spend my last 40 or so mins. [side story - my friend sent a msg to himself on NYE and it didnt come thru until after 30+ mins.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and...I dun like John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For a minute I wondered, How many firsts can I realistically accomplish in 40 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So here's my version.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I shall run downstairs dialling my mum's home number. Tell mum I love her and thank her for who I am today, while starting up my car. Call dad's mobile cos he's prob still at work telling him pretty much the same thing and also how he never get to see me &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;drive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; drive&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a car by myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After hanging up, I shall speed the car over 130km/hr for the first time (1st).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Break into uni (1st) [the stopping bars are just plastic anyway] and drive an honourary lap in Batman's tunnel (1st).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Drive past a friend's place on drummond st. Throw a rock at her window, hopefully breaking it (1st) in the process. Yell "thanks". Keep driving towards the city, going past Verve. Attempt to throw rocks at any window (1st) since I dunno which room my friend is in. Yell "thanks" anyway. Sadly those are the 2 close friends that are here now and are on my way to the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once reaching the city, do as many hook turns (1st) as I can in the shortest route possible to Flinder st, honking at the horses (1st) if I see one or two along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pick up Spanish Churros at Flinder st station (1st) without paying (1st) and keep driving past south bank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Find her apartment (1st), give her half of the churros (1st) and kiss her (1st).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Her face can be the last I see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Times up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-1747726584294441971?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/1747726584294441971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=1747726584294441971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/1747726584294441971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/1747726584294441971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/02/41-mins-left.html' title='41 mins left'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-3607940768645013127</id><published>2009-01-28T18:17:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:14:21.511+11:00</updated><title type='text'>It was brutal today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ah 40 degrees...just when we thought this summers gonna go by in cool breezes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was simply not the case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Melbourne is apparently going thru the driest January in who knows how many yrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The bushfire, the ashes, the bursted waterpipe, and my cracked lip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(which has proven that regardless of seasons, the Australian weather is always dry) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was a hot hot hot day...way above the legal temperature limit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Walking out from the comfort of air-conditioned RDHM this afternoon, it reminded me again how human are not meant to live in such condition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My skin was screaming 'i couldnt take this anymore'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As the hot gusting wind brushed past my face, it felt like all oxygen escaped my body, and hydrogen twice as much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dun wan beaches. I dun wan a tan. I just wanna be in a tub full of ice with connetto in my mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh sun, it was brutal today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS. charcoal chicken was good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-3607940768645013127?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/3607940768645013127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=3607940768645013127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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life evolves a lot around kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seeing friend's kid, seeing kids at the community clinics, watching a movie about kids in 'role models' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and I'm starting to believe what my dental idol once said. u've gotta love kids. kids r cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even the one I saw today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That kid in primary care clinic certainly enriched my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He was the first kid I attempted to extract the tooth out of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He has the longest primary tooth I've ever seen to date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He was the first kid I knew to endure an hour of extraction time yet did not make a scene &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pulling his tooth made me sweat like a p*g and gave me the first cramp in my left forearm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was the first tooth I failed to extract and had someone saying to me "oh supa, it's just a baby tooth"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all-in-all an awesome kid. wouldnt have a second thought if I had to do it all again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the random note, my friend wrote a song and I thought one line was funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I wasn't stalking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was just walking...right.. behind.. you" ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-630254800987104301?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/630254800987104301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=630254800987104301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/630254800987104301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/630254800987104301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/01/ur-big-my-little.html' title='Ur big, my little'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-4434430081955121391</id><published>2009-01-18T23:28:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:23:21.720+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince et Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Within these last few months, I knew of at least 5 friends' couples that broke up. At the time, it felt unexpected and sad cos there was a part of me that believes in fairy tales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My friend has a theory that ppl break up around the end of yr b4 Valentine day comes along but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I think it's just the seasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ppl get together in spring, not cos it's the 'mating' season but becos it has the happy (no exam...yet) and warm (literally) and flowery feelings to it. It's also becos everyone else are getting together and the devil on ur shoulder tells you to be a little bit jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ppl get together in spring but they don't survive the summer break (as you often see in teen dramas like &lt;em&gt;gossip girl&lt;/em&gt; etc). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;During the summer break, ppl move away into different environments. Some ppl go home to meet old friends and family. They are happy and busy, so they leave the troublesome routine world and the ppl in it behind, the one involving uni, lectures and exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's like they are closing a book, shelfing a chapter of their lives away with a bookmark and thinking 'I'll get back to it later'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Relationships are easy(-ier?) when you're together and spend time everyday. It's what you do while you're away to let the other person know you're always there for them that counts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you don't do that, you'll find that one day when you reopen the book, it'll be filled with pages of tales and stories, but you're not in it any more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life doesn't pause. Love doesn't pause.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's like Prince Charming getting distracted by disney music and the singing birds in the forest. When he turns up at the castle, he finds that the princess has already been rescued by Shrek... and guess who did the princess married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Summer '09 I find myself in the same situation as I was 3 yrs ago, only I was a prince then but a princess now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-4434430081955121391?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/4434430081955121391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=4434430081955121391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/4434430081955121391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/4434430081955121391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/01/prince-et-princess.html' title='Prince et Princess'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-3850501923082872417</id><published>2009-01-17T03:52:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T04:16:24.276+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bin-ing thoughts at Ferntree Gully</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While waiting for the train at Ferntree gully station, some random thoughts creeped to my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If we accidentally got onto the wrong platform, we have to walk/run down the long ramp, cross the rail track at the end of the station and walk/run up the ramp on the other side...which is...quite far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So if we realise we're on the wrong platform the moment the train appears in our sight, it's all too late unless we jump off the platform, run across and try to climb the platform on the other side directly in front of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's the thought. An average person should be able to climb up the train platform. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But what about fat ppl. I'm talking obese-baby-elephant fat. They have no chance of making it up onto the platform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So if the train station is blocked from both ends and we put one fat person down on the track between platforms, we can starve that person to death. right? (oh oh ...more random answer/thought at the bottom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so mean and random I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;some other (positive?) thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kids are the coolest beings on earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's only when they grow up that they become idiots, do drugs and follow brandnames.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;No. If he's patient enough he can gather all the pebbles around the track, pile them all up and climb out =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-3850501923082872417?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/3850501923082872417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=3850501923082872417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/3850501923082872417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/3850501923082872417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/01/bin-ing-thoughts-at-ferntree-gully.html' title='Bin-ing thoughts at Ferntree Gully'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-8048375202614643104</id><published>2009-01-17T00:02:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T04:29:11.586+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasy world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Travel log.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6.32 Leave Fish Pond Town. Get onto East Aus current. 800m swim to Uniport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6.35 Caught in the intersection whirlpool. 2mins delay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6.50 Pick up ham&amp;amp;mayo at Delight Island on the way. 5mins delay by bread-loving grandma. Swim at 2x speed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6.59 Pay speed boat fare at booth 7, watching 2 speed boats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; go by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.55 Uniport Speed Boat (schedule)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7.01 on South M speed boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7.07 Arrive @ Central Underground City. Delayed by the diving bell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.08 Central Underground City Submarine (schedule)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7.09 Miss BG XPress1 sub.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7.09.30 Swim up. No decompression stop. Inhale extra nitrox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7.12 Surface and grab the side of the passing speedboat, chasing BG XPress1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7.16 Dock @ Clock City. Activate water-running no jutsu. Board BG XPress1 30sec b4 leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.17 Clock City Submarine (schedule)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8.08 Dock @ the Hidden Forest City. Hike 800m south.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8.13 Hike past G.B.Woolley hut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8.18 Arrive @ Tooth Town. Meet Davin arriving on personal jet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8.37 Meet tooth fairies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-8048375202614643104?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/8048375202614643104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=8048375202614643104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/8048375202614643104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/8048375202614643104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/01/fantasy-world.html' title='Fantasy world'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-263828209318263461</id><published>2009-01-14T22:24:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:32:30.746+11:00</updated><title type='text'>PC 01</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Read&lt;/em&gt; pts cos they all have 'the most' painful toothache in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Tell pt when shits happen. so u can go to sleep at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Meet best friends: Amoxicillin, Metronidazole, odontopaste, LA and scalpel blade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Try not to think of pus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-263828209318263461?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/263828209318263461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=263828209318263461' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/263828209318263461'/><link 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oxygen or money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think we all need to have purposes and hope i.e. a vision of something to aim for and the belief that it's a possibilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone once said a leader can not lead if he doesnt know where he's going, so in order for me to lead my own life, I think I need to put something down as a reminder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In 2009, I shall aim to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Study dentistry for my patients and myself and not for passing exams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Learn manual driving and get a full Victorian license by the end of this yr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Be more financially intelligent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Regularly exercise in the form other than badminton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Be more awared of whats going on around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Think more about others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Learn the GowGates technique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-296775648194740676?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/296775648194740676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=296775648194740676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/296775648194740676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/296775648194740676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2009/01/leading.html' title='Leading'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-63803694711754278</id><published>2008-12-29T18:35:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:38:41.484+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wondered why doctors/dentists hav lousy handwriting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and ppl working in the banks all hav round/fat/neat handwriting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is handwriting part of the job application criteria? hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-63803694711754278?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/63803694711754278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=63803694711754278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/63803694711754278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/63803694711754278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/12/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-7130877233435455857</id><published>2008-12-26T23:37:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T15:29:08.111+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxing day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To get into the spirit of boxing day sale, I decided to head into the city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and I found out that :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boxing day is the day where 50% of Melbourne population is congested in a few km^2 of city blocks. While the roads were pretty much deserted beyond La Trobe st, you couldn't breathe in the city. There simply wasn't enough oxygen per m^2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I browsed along Bourke st. and then headed for DFO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Along the way I counted more than 10 Yaris but only one Swift =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I must say I was quite content with what I have and didnt look to buy anything in particular but after walking around for a few hours, the temptation was difficult to resist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I did'nt buy anything tho. Having looked at everything yet cos I was too tired of walking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 shops asked to look into my bags. Must be my dodgey face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GUESS won the longest waiting line of all the shops. The line went all the way out of the shop like ppl lining up to go into the club at night with bouncers guarding the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Levi won the most trashed up shop. No hope to find the size you want. Just pull out whatever you can see from the mess and hope it fits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Going to JB HI-FI and Myer made me realised how much we got sucked into luxurious items. New computer. New Mac. New sound systems. New Wii. New iPhone. GPS Nav was on sale too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mindgames wasn't on sale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't know there's a flight simulator at QV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and me saw no boxing today :-S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-7130877233435455857?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/7130877233435455857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=7130877233435455857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/7130877233435455857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/7130877233435455857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/12/boxing-day.html' title='Boxing day'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-5715820992764652549</id><published>2008-12-25T15:21:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T17:32:14.488+11:00</updated><title type='text'>X'mas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;X'mas is an important date for many to look forward to every yr.&lt;br /&gt;but X'mas was never special or hold any significance to me.&lt;br /&gt;As I sit down and think back, I cant exactly recall what I did for X'mas, not even last yr.&lt;br /&gt;Ive spent 3 X'mas away from home including this yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X'mas '98&lt;/strong&gt; was the first yr I came to study in Aus. I cant remember much except that it was 42 degrees and it was something involving me lying in bed with the fan blowing hot air into my face.&lt;br /&gt;In 1998, it was the first time I woke up at 2pm and I felt so ashamed of myself.&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up at 3pm but am no longer ashamed. What has happened in 10 yrs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X'mas '06&lt;/strong&gt; I was on Fraser Island but what was I doing is just as vague as any other yrs.&lt;br /&gt;Though maybe, it had something to do with this photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SVMYCmZGG0I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/qWrw1EY-ogg/s1600-h/DSCN2119.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283593220780333890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SVMYCmZGG0I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/qWrw1EY-ogg/s400/DSCN2119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;X'mas is a busy time for family, shopping, celebrating etc&lt;br /&gt;and it makes me wonder why does it seem to be the least busy time of the yr for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the basic of life.&lt;br /&gt;We balance our time up for 4 things: yourself, friends, partner and family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yourself &lt;/strong&gt;- Time to work. Time to study. Time to relax and do something u want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends &lt;/strong&gt;- Keeping up with friend circles. For us uni kids, I find that around Xmas is usually the time to catch up with highschool friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Partner&lt;/strong&gt; - *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family&lt;/strong&gt; - Ideally prob consume most of the time during Xmas. Realistically it never makes a difference to me. In these recent yrs, I find that cousins r moving away overseas. With the passing away of my uncle and grandma, I wonder what it would be like at home this yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there, the answer to my question is so simple.&lt;br /&gt;My family is not here.&lt;br /&gt;GF...not sure I hav one&lt;br /&gt;Most friends are overseas, not that I hav many in the first place. A recent conversation with one of the 2 friends I sorta keep in touch with from Primary school pointed something out. The 3 of us are growing apart. Clearly, we r not even in the same continent anymore. One in Aus. One in UK and one in US.&lt;br /&gt;Myself. The work is there but the motivation isnt immediate. The long list of things to do over the holiday is left on the top of the cabinet, catching dust. I certainly procrastinate in every aspects of my life. Gotta get rid of this habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret X'mas wish: To spend one Xmas somewhere with snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-5715820992764652549?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/5715820992764652549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=5715820992764652549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/5715820992764652549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/5715820992764652549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/12/xmas.html' title='X&apos;mas'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SVMYCmZGG0I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/qWrw1EY-ogg/s72-c/DSCN2119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-4037743054790074016</id><published>2008-12-20T19:26:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T03:28:08.919+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll always remember...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trips with my frens usually involve me organising it but this time, I was just on for the ride&lt;br /&gt;so..... not-so-surprisingly, it was one of the most carefree and enjoyable trip in yrs.&lt;br /&gt;No place to be. No schedule to keep up. Nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;Just the smell of the sea, beach, sunshine and the wind going thru ur hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look back at Torquay '08 I'll always remember....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat playing Tetris at the back of his 4WD,&lt;br /&gt;How far Shirley's house was from the city,&lt;br /&gt;Shirley's Jay Chou posters,&lt;br /&gt;The cute little blue Yaris and how it kicked butts,&lt;br /&gt;How Victor cut the line in front of Bunnings guy at Hungry Jack,&lt;br /&gt;How toothpick coffee was better than the coffees I drank during the trip,&lt;br /&gt;1 Aquilla Ave,&lt;br /&gt;How cold the water was,&lt;br /&gt;How I got burnt,&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful girls in mirky brown colour water,&lt;br /&gt;The marinated lamb (with secret ingredient),&lt;br /&gt;Scary black nails,&lt;br /&gt;How Fobs + Fop won and the thing Shirley does after dinner date,&lt;br /&gt;Straights, Flushes, Full houses and nothing,&lt;br /&gt;Cosmo special edition,&lt;br /&gt;Living room couch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jumping Tania's and Shirley's bed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ce cream with pancakes,&lt;br /&gt;Too many jumping photos,&lt;br /&gt;How we drive to Lorne just for Fish n Chips at Salty dog,&lt;br /&gt;I need massage,&lt;br /&gt;Scary emo ppl,&lt;br /&gt;Booby trap, mad cow and Gracey 11/12,&lt;br /&gt;Creamy shooters and Jager Bombs,&lt;br /&gt;Adventure park and the superb flying fox,&lt;br /&gt;The dishwashing machine,&lt;br /&gt;How the Great wall crumbled,&lt;br /&gt;Mt. Molar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Team S.Tiff,&lt;br /&gt;How many cans of Redbull and Mother Pat drank (Interestingly, he doesnt drink Superman or V)&lt;br /&gt;How Kelly cant do accounting :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How hard it was to leave all of that behind...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-4037743054790074016?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/4037743054790074016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=4037743054790074016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/4037743054790074016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/4037743054790074016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/12/ill-always-remember.html' title='I&apos;ll always remember...'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-5896861547210544652</id><published>2008-12-14T00:22:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:25:31.837+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inspired by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://keshae58.blogspot.com/2008/12/fill-my-sorrow-with-words-you-borrowed.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fill My Sorrow, With The Words You Borrowed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls sux even though they r smart. Girls act stupid and innocent so teachers feel sori and help them out. Girls shop all day, keep asking me what I think even though they've already made up their minds and they dun buy the thing anyway. Girls dun reply my msg but whine when I dun reply theirs. Girls dun notice my haircut even though its almost a skin head but they get upset if I dun notice their tiny hair trim straight away. Girls r manipulative, scheme and toy with my feeling. Girls r needy and pushy, always wanting things their ways. Girls dun appreciate the things I do for them. Girls call u up for lunch then say they r gonna be late, blaming the traffic and their laziness and in the end, cancel the lunch altogether. Girls keep saying they r f*t when they r not. Girls tell u u look shit and stink everyday. Girls cant get over their bf even though they r unhappy. Girls prob won't forgive me for writing this blog. Girls always win. Girls smile and make me feel all fuzzy and warm. Girls do the things they dun like for me. Girls dress up and put on make-ups for me even though they r already beautiful the way they r. Girls say "keep going" and make me feel like I can do anything. Girls bake cookies and didnt say "no". Girls r nothing like what I expected. Isnt this why I keep coming back for more? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-5896861547210544652?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/5896861547210544652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=5896861547210544652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/5896861547210544652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/5896861547210544652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/12/girls_14.html' title='Girls...'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-719801125523023946</id><published>2008-12-13T22:28:00.010+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T15:45:32.571+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Pandora Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A Bible or Pandora Box? I questioned myself today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This afternoon I was paid a visit by one of my seniors who recently graduated and is about to move back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She gave me a big pile of photocopied books so I was going thru them one by one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Until I came across the last big black folder sitting innocently at the bottom of the colgate bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After I opened up the cover, I soon realised this is the collection of concise written summaries of every disciplines in dentistry throughout the 5 yrs course neatly organised in tabs and although concise, the collection was an inch and a half thick. Sori if I've forgotten to mention that she graduated as the top student in dental science 2008. I was in awe and speechless. The amount of knowledge blinded me. It almost felt like Po when holding a dragon scroll. The notes included summaries from all journals, textbooks and lecs she read. In the next 12 months or so until I graduate, I think that I would struggle to finish reading her summaries alone and the important word to highlight is "summary". Doesn't that kinda hit u in the face and open ur mind to magnitude of what the full content of dental knowledge could be? If this is what it takes to become a dentist then I hardly know enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There I wondered...although this thing in my hand is like a Bible of dentistry, its also a Pandora box. Once opened, it revealed to me an awful truth of how ignorant I really am. While she graduated as a dentist, I on the other hand still hold the knowledge of a first yr student compared to her. How sad... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another mischievous thought came to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What if this folder is passed on from generation to generation of students and becomes the legendary ghost book every kids r talking about. The book that holds such power as to grant, when in the right hands, an ability to excel in dentistry. Some say its there but some say it doesnt exist. The book that every good dental students dream about and not-so-smart students cry for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tham, &lt;em&gt;Dentistry 1'08&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-719801125523023946?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/719801125523023946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=719801125523023946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/719801125523023946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/719801125523023946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/12/pandora-box.html' title='Pandora Box'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-398548875545247496</id><published>2008-12-03T18:44:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:09:55.373+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy and still like you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You told me you need time. You told me not to hope or expect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, we can be frens. I can act like frens but no...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I like you more than just frens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have to think that way cos the day I stop thinking that way, I'm gonna stop trying and then there won't be us. I just hope...really hope that I can like you long enough for you, to like me and never ever let me let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-398548875545247496?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/398548875545247496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=398548875545247496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/398548875545247496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/398548875545247496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/12/crazy-and-still-like-you.html' title='Crazy and still like you'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-1800512314479376060</id><published>2008-11-30T22:01:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:38:52.061+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe cos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How was it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today was better...definitely better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe cos its the different speaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe cos its the second time as opposed to the first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe cos its the fresh sunday morning as opposed to the gloomy saturday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe cos I get to see u ...hehehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sigh* &lt;em&gt;how can I tell u that I actually meant it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-1800512314479376060?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/1800512314479376060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=1800512314479376060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/1800512314479376060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/1800512314479376060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/11/maybe-cos.html' title='Maybe cos'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-6344184884470050348</id><published>2008-11-26T20:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:21:40.334+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Msn Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exam's Quotes 2008&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ligament damage from written exams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Odontogenic pain = Anorectal pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Biological width: As wide as my attention span &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you are going through hell, keep going - Winston Churchill &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What if E has to go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To the battle field &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Won the battle. Losing the war? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Orthodontic Tx with a pen: The Supa's method &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Too many bad dreams about Endo and Oral Med &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sleep @ sunrise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you say nothing at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exams -&gt; too much studying -&gt; forget to pay rent -&gt; evicted -&gt; no place to study -&gt; fail exams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remembered everything but the exam seat number &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Praying wouldn't hurt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Only just started cario. Digging myself holes again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who cares about public dental health? hmm good question...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-6344184884470050348?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/6344184884470050348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=6344184884470050348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/6344184884470050348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/6344184884470050348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/11/msn-quotes_26.html' title='Msn Quotes'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-8125822999685414019</id><published>2008-11-24T01:00:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T01:05:31.650+11:00</updated><title type='text'>What if I...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What if I'm not it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What if I'm just your distraction?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What if I'll never be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;your God's creation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What if I can't serve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would I hold you back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you ever forgive me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for the faith that I lack?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What if I can never believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all the things he says?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would that makes me unacceptable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tomorrow and today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-8125822999685414019?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/8125822999685414019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=8125822999685414019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/8125822999685414019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/8125822999685414019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-if-i.html' title='What if I...'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-143483904270718550</id><published>2008-11-22T22:27:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:49:40.030+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely black rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How can u mix a black rock into a bowl of white paint?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If its just a drop of black paint then slowly over time, it'll blend into one consistent mixture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but what about a rock which is black to its core...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;u may paint it white but it'll only be white on the outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;u may grind the rock into tiny powders &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to the extent that when mixed, the consistency is of a smooth white colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but then its no longer a rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what if I'm just a tiny speck of dust......not to the world............nor to the universe........................ but to u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-143483904270718550?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/143483904270718550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=143483904270718550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/143483904270718550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/143483904270718550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/11/lonely-black-rock.html' title='Lonely black rock'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-8997765019057616076</id><published>2008-11-18T00:20:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:28:17.324+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Mocha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mocha = 1/3 Espresso + 2/3 Milk + Chocolate (cariogenic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Latte    = 1/3 Espresso + 2/3 Milk  (anti-cariogenic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She likes Mocha no sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me like Latte 1 sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guess we r even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-8997765019057616076?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/8997765019057616076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=8997765019057616076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/8997765019057616076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/8997765019057616076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/11/mocha.html' title='Mocha'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-6952183651562486297</id><published>2008-11-15T19:19:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T19:40:59.431+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the first time I study for exams when I'm not living in college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Despite the fact that the exams cover the content of this whole yr worth of study and the previous years, so far I find it to be the most productive and enjoyable exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not sure what it is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not distracted by college network?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not distracted by frens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not distracted by frequent snack times they provided at college?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe I actually enjoy the stuffs I study for exams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe its the SMSs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe its cos I finally took my mum advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that is to study however best suits u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I no longer try to stay up, wake up or feel guilty about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I work long night shift between 6pm til 6am so sleeping til 2pm is justisfied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The quicker I stop resisting the better I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have NEVER slept well or enough b4 exams since I've been in uni...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its always cramming the last minutes. This time around I wake up b4 2pm and go to exam hall fresh =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Soooo............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exam 2008&lt;/strong&gt; = 6pm til 6am + me + my notes + orange highlighter + oxford handbook of clinical dent + therapeutic guidelines + generous amount of snacks + SMSs + Norwegian recycling's 'how 6 songs colllide' + 'when u say nothing at all'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..........surprisingly no coffee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-6952183651562486297?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/6952183651562486297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=6952183651562486297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/6952183651562486297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/6952183651562486297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/11/exam-2008.html' title='Exam 2008'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-7816784325971222564</id><published>2008-11-03T15:30:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T15:33:51.741+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She said rain is good...nice and cool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I said rain is bad cos I cant ride my bike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but then... I can walk and hold an umbrella for her all day =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-7816784325971222564?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/7816784325971222564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=7816784325971222564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/7816784325971222564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/7816784325971222564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/11/rainy-day.html' title='Rainy day'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-3638294260551621999</id><published>2008-11-01T02:21:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T16:19:19.082+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Love burns brighter than sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SQsnt600LvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/WBC6z797HBs/s1600-h/IMG_4049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263344259350933234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SQsnt600LvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/WBC6z797HBs/s400/IMG_4049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SQsitqZNITI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ktUO8S6bTF4/s1600-h/IMG_4049.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love can burns brightly like sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or love can burns in agony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A burning heart goes out too quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love should burns slowly and harmlessly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like a tealight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;long enough for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to learn something about u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in deeper meanings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-3638294260551621999?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/3638294260551621999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=3638294260551621999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/3638294260551621999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/3638294260551621999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-burns-brighter-than-sunshine.html' title='Love burns brighter than sunshine'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SQsnt600LvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/WBC6z797HBs/s72-c/IMG_4049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-1360815981791808718</id><published>2008-10-30T18:02:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T18:15:56.096+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Doesn't matter what we r</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some ppl had been married for over 10 yrs and yet, they divorced&lt;br /&gt;while others never got married but were together, had kids and lived happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A wise woman once told me that it's what you do that counts.&lt;br /&gt;Some ppl are together everyday but fail to look after each other, physically and emotionally&lt;br /&gt;while other ppl who dun hav much time make what little time they have together meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so it doesn't really matter what she thinks of me.&lt;br /&gt;Since the day she baked me cookies, I knew my life werent gonna be the same.&lt;br /&gt;To me, shes a special person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd treat her like one but also give the space she needs.&lt;br /&gt;Although I cant expect things from her cos she may not feel the same way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but I can just give as much as I can and be happy in doing so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happiness potion:&lt;/strong&gt; Expect a little less. Give a little more. Slow but steady, selflessly and pure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-1360815981791808718?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/1360815981791808718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=1360815981791808718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/1360815981791808718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/1360815981791808718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/10/doesnt-matter-what-we-r.html' title='Doesn&apos;t matter what we r'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-4124064206472328500</id><published>2008-10-26T00:17:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T02:06:10.309+11:00</updated><title type='text'>On the plate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Courage means the state or quality of mind or spirit that enables one to face danger, fear, or vicissitudes with self-possession, confidence, and resolution. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Courage is not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I like the definitions there cos I realised that the fear in us has never really gone away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's always there. Some days u triumph and some days u regress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes u can be courageous...just for a brief moment and that's all that matters.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My fren said that going up to say u like someone is like offering ur heart on the plate to be stabbed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've never been stabbed cos I never put my heart out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I regressed and got used to being disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keeps holding on to my heart b4 I get hurt, but I know it slowly bruises &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to the point where I'm not sure which is worse, bruising or being stabbed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My fren also said that noone gets a second stab at her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But for me, if I have to get stabbed once or twice now to get what I never have, then so be it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I found out I lost 2kg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Giving a piece of urself away sure makes u feel lighter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-4124064206472328500?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/4124064206472328500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=4124064206472328500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/4124064206472328500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/4124064206472328500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-plate.html' title='On the plate'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-4557049131703608593</id><published>2008-10-25T01:02:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T01:21:15.318+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A little love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;เวลามีเรื่องควรใช้สติอย่าใช้อารมณ์  และเวลาที่เรารักใครต้องเผื่อใจไว้ด้วยและอย่าลืมที่จะรักตัวเองด้วย&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;รักจากแม่&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When there're problems, use senses and reasons, not emotions. When you love someone, never forget to also love  yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With love,  mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-4557049131703608593?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/4557049131703608593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=4557049131703608593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/4557049131703608593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/4557049131703608593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-love.html' title='A little love'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-2212572090969287128</id><published>2008-10-21T00:55:00.018+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T02:13:52.010+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Mysterious box</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First there was a mysterious box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259239137778751170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SPySIZQiVsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/6AjrspkCBSs/s400/DSCN5009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then there were 5 random objects...Crayon, Bubble thingy, Tealight, Cocktail umbrella and Red ribbon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259237075462251266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SPyQQWh94wI/AAAAAAAAAE0/K8n5eCxT3kw/s400/DSCN5013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then came the inspirations...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259518299891939346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SP2QBxK5uBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/xWLBkz22KAY/s400/IMG_3757(1w).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOFA:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The girl in the pix is Tania Bong who kindly offered me a place to take most of the photos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259237092004504274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SPyQRUJ8otI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ZjQep6nA3sc/s400/IMG_3824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NEW GEN: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The pix didnt come out the way I wanted but the idea is there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259237100820920418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SPyQR0_8eGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/I6OypgGjcLw/s400/IMG_4049.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE BURNS BRIGHTER THAN SUNSHINE: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inspired by Aqualung's lyrics. Didn't come out the way I wanted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How I took the pix? With difficulty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isn't it interesting how "Love burns" can hav a positive and a negative meaning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259239152349539170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SPySJPie62I/AAAAAAAAAFk/YQObyBTnZFo/s400/IMG_4091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DOMESTIC VIOLENCE:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My favourite idea out of this whole thing. Experimented with the bulb mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259240022036155106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SPyS73X7iuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nipe0btbaEU/s400/Present.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR YOU:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This idea came very late as my original plan was scrapped. Won't explain this pix. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A pix tells a thousand words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then there were some other unsubmitted ideas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259239163607717138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SPySJ5epFRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5i9VL69AlWI/s400/IMG_4126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259237084554846978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SPyQQ4Zz4wI/AAAAAAAAAE8/zPFpVobm4Xs/s400/Copy+of+IMG_3720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259255119011152418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SPygqn_QgiI/AAAAAAAAAHU/kaNzaxJ3iQc/s400/IMG_4145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Just to clarify that this photo was shot for an artistic purpose only. The content is fictional)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259240013505354066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SPyS7XmB2VI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AaLpl4MkJKA/s400/IMG_4205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259239176463597346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SPySKpXuPyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/rRd3QWM0qVg/s400/IMG_4198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259239142379878594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SPySIqZh-MI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mKVFOCeEAXY/s400/IMG_4089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And other by products of this photoholic week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259243470931972306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SPyWEngxUNI/AAAAAAAAAGU/SKDtxD56GO0/s400/IMG_3771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259243483509653874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SPyWFWXhgXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/bXI4jYihMWQ/s400/IMG_4033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259243472150033378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SPyWEsDLc-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/1IB6yGurw2U/s400/IMG_4007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259243494238056770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SPyWF-VX8UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/mulUwqX0eKc/s400/IMG_4191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259243816461129138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SPyWYutV1bI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ivSRinmZT7g/s400/IMG_4192.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259243818210120450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SPyWY1OVUwI/AAAAAAAAAG8/b4kL0D5OCJ0/s400/IMG_4232.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Check out - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.canon.com.au/photo5/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.canon.com.au/photo5/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If u just checked out the site, u'll realise i hav no hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but if by some unbelievably obscure chance that any of my photos made it to the top 40,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;please vote for me :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-2212572090969287128?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/2212572090969287128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=2212572090969287128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/2212572090969287128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/2212572090969287128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/10/mysterious-box.html' title='Mysterious box'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SPySIZQiVsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/6AjrspkCBSs/s72-c/DSCN5009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-4028256461457083434</id><published>2008-10-17T18:09:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T02:10:45.557+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I tell you how happy I am?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perio patient case presentation&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My exam was at 4.30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't realised we r not allowed to treat the patient b4 the exam so I booked him in at 2pm .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My patient turn up and told me he couldnt be here until 4pm and left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The examination supposed to go for 30mins...15mins for the examiners to have a look in the patient's mouth and 15 mins to ask us questions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the absence of the patient, I got the whole 30 mins worth of questions...whatever it maybe ...related...unrelated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;....come in....and lets have a "chat".....they said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It felt like walking through mine fields&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It felt like dodging London bombing in WWII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It felt like being Ned Kelly on his final day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stayed up 2 nights til 4am to write up summary notes for the case but they didnt even take a look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Despite going thru 30 mins of questions bombardment, I'm still in one piece and happy to say that they didnt ask anything "too" unreasonble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Again, me being overly whiny...they were nice demonstrators...just that they like to fish (for more questions) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diagnosis for the day:&lt;/strong&gt; Moderately Aggressive Periodontists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-4028256461457083434?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/4028256461457083434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=4028256461457083434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/4028256461457083434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/4028256461457083434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/10/can-i-tell-you-how-happy-i-am.html' title='Can I tell you how happy I am?'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-1001279195326909422</id><published>2008-10-15T15:37:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T15:44:43.319+11:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm good......full stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll keep saying it until I believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cannot......will not let anyone tell me I'm not, especially not the stupid demonstrator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who r we...if we lose our ways?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who r we...with broken spirits? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-1001279195326909422?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/1001279195326909422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=1001279195326909422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/1001279195326909422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/1001279195326909422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-8984627717605371412</id><published>2008-10-03T18:15:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:25:41.002+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My blood for milkshake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After much procrastination I finally went to donate blood for the second time in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My first was back in 2004 after when tsunami hit Thailand's southern west coast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The experience wasnt so pleasant then cos it took me ages to fill up the bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And to my embarassment, it didnt even fill up. The nurse just let me go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's prob part of the reason why I havent donate anymore since then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the other reason being cos I'm lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I found out a few things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Having an O blood group doesnt mean I can give it to anyone, only O (-ve) can give it to all receipients.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In return, that selfless blood group can only take from their own. :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dunno if I'm O (+ve) or O (-ve) but ill find out in a couple of days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the contrary, AB (+ve) is the complete opposite of O (-ve)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SOXevuXPFmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YVuUnfsfkDc/s1600-h/aa_bloodTypes_graph.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252849451878258274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SOXevuXPFmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YVuUnfsfkDc/s400/aa_bloodTypes_graph.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Doing the questionaire was easy. A lot of the questions they asked were the same as what I asked my own patients.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mrs X: Have you seen a dentist recently? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mrs X: What did you have done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: oh just a chat with frens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mrs X: ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mrs X: Have u been in surgery recently? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mrs X: What did you have the surgery for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: I pulled my patient's teeth out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mrs X: u idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And boy do they ask lotsa sex questions...sex with a female, sex with a male, sex on the tree, sex with the monkey...so on &amp;amp; so on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh and Thailand is considerd a HIV country :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The chair..... The chair they seated u in was very comfortable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I didn't have a needle in my arm, I wouldve fallen asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahhh the needle...my patients whined bout a tiny 30 gauge needle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The needle they punctured me with was 16 gauge, roughly bout the size of a Pocky stick if u know what that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This time I actually filled up the bag and the phrase "suck you dry" was quite appropriated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My arm felt cold and really weak I couldnt squeeze the ball they gave me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Afterwards I got to have refreshments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even though they have a list of menu, I just picked milkshake and biscuits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They took about 450ml of my blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They exchanged with milkshake.......not a bad deal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Save some lives...Save the world...............and get milkshake :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27/10/08:&lt;/strong&gt;  O(+ve) I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-8984627717605371412?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/8984627717605371412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=8984627717605371412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/8984627717605371412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/8984627717605371412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-blood-for-milkshake.html' title='My blood for milkshake'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SOXevuXPFmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YVuUnfsfkDc/s72-c/aa_bloodTypes_graph.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-1543211871086966372</id><published>2008-09-28T00:38:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T00:55:00.920+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Coward :-(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A: I'm sorry. Was there something you wanted to say....to anyone here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;B: No, there wasn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A: Coward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;B: shut up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;B: you really are the last person who should be giving romantic advices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A: When I like somebody I make sure they know it. Life is too short to live it any other way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;B: What if he doesn't like me back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A: Then he's an idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-1543211871086966372?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/1543211871086966372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=1543211871086966372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/1543211871086966372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/1543211871086966372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/09/coward.html' title='Coward :-('/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-6056412532726473851</id><published>2008-09-18T23:52:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T00:04:53.725+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Invincible</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some days, things just dun go wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its like the horoscope telling u that ull have an awesome day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then u go out to make the most out of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes, u just feel...invincible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-6056412532726473851?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/6056412532726473851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=6056412532726473851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/6056412532726473851'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we keep going back for more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there's an objective side of the heart that is a four chambers lump of muscle&lt;br /&gt;and there's a subjective side of the heart that is the container of our soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its funny how a person experiencing a heart attack shows a deterioration in physical health but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can shows a profound positive change in mental health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as u may see that some of these ppl enjoy whats little left of their lives more than us who have 50 yrs ahead of ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In contrast, a healthy heart tissue in some ppl may not contain a healthy soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more I study about a heart, the less I understand it......scientifically and abstractly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-3689471806358611123?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/3689471806358611123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=3689471806358611123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/3689471806358611123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/3689471806358611123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/09/cardiac-dilemma.html' title='Complications of the heart'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-7696069480497120425</id><published>2008-09-11T16:55:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T17:17:09.322+10:00</updated><title type='text'>000</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ppl dun clean their teeth... why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and why do they always think we can fix all of their problems?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a number of pt asked me how long should u brush ur teeth for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i asked back... how long does it take to wash your shoes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the simple answer is ...as long as it takes til its clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;time isnt the issue. cleanliness is. they r missing the point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one pt always said "i cant clean. i cant clean. u have to clean for me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I joked back saying... would u like me to brush ur teeth for u everyday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he actually said yes. and i said ill do it at the dentist rate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the shower one day, I had a thought and this thing came up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dentists r like firefighters. we do damage control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which means that the problem has already occured. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even if the fire was put out, ur still gonna be left with a burnt down whatevers left of the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;teeth r no diff. once we cut it, dun expect it to grow back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the next time u come back, the holes gonna get bigger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if ur serious about keeping ur house/teeth then u'd better do something about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dun see ppl calling a firetruck everyday cos like dentistry, its bl**dy expensive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So if u left the gas on everyday, dun expect us to always put the fire out for u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-7696069480497120425?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/7696069480497120425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=7696069480497120425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/7696069480497120425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/7696069480497120425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/09/000.html' title='000'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-7354082027068623138</id><published>2008-09-09T21:17:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:19:32.975+10:00</updated><title type='text'>When she cried</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when did u last saw someone cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me? a very long time (not including myself or those seen on TV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tears mean a lot of things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tears from me generally mean i'm sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tears from pts generally mean physical pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we see it everyday. I see it everyday and i thought i've become immuned to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but when I saw that tear running down her face, the feeling I've long forgotten revived in me&lt;br /&gt;the inability to breathe as if someone was sitting on my chest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my heart felt heavier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my brain unable to think, flooded with useless emotional action potential firing crap&lt;br /&gt;the weight on my shoulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the sympathy I felt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not the oh-poor-you or the fair-enough kinda sympathy but the I-dun-ever-want-to-see-you-cry kinda sympathy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dun get it a lot but the image of someone close experiencing a genuine emotional pain and being so vulnerable was overwhelming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A hug then seems like a right and also a wrong thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as much as we like to deny it, the invisible bond between us is there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cant see it but its definitely stronger than SE bond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-7354082027068623138?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/7354082027068623138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=7354082027068623138' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/7354082027068623138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/7354082027068623138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-she-cried.html' title='When she cried'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-7032943089074736259</id><published>2008-08-27T00:53:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T19:41:30.982+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The law..The wheels..&amp; extra strawberry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recently, there is a serie of events that occured as I was thinking about them and I thought.....hmm funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been thinking in the clinics for a while now that I had to explain to pts about dental diseases and more often than not, they got lost with my words (seems to have that effect), especially with this perio pt I had. He doesnt have a single clue about teeth but stubbornly said that I havent done my job cos the tooth wasnt healing. Now how am I gonna explain to him the Endo-Perio lesion? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we had a lecture on the jaw joint around last week and the lecturer mentioned about educating pts as a part of ur treatment. He gave an example that its kinda stupid for a pt whos walking in with a jaw joint problem to be constantly chewing gum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and I thought...why would ppl chew gum? I never had the urge to chew one even if it was offered occasionally by my frens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lo and behold.... I got a show bag with the dental diseases picture cardboard thingy and a truck load of chewing gums (sugar free of course)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I used the cardboard diagrams that afternoon with the pt and now I'm impulsively chewing gum. (strawberry flavour is pretty good) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While stuck at the traffic light, the thought came to me......maybe I shouldn't be chewing gum while I'm riding a bike (chewing*)... what if i was caught by a surprise...say by a car or something and accidentally swallowed the gum (still chewing*)......I'd be as good as dead (the jaw joint is getting a bit sore now*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sori to disappoint u but I didnt swallow the gum as I was thinking about it but I pondered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If u have the gum stuck in ur throat, no amount of CPR is gonna save u. so what can i do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there has to be an answer to this or the next person I see who swallowed chewing gum is gonna die in a matter of minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even though it may sounds stupid now, I thought I had a solution at the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I came up with tracheostomy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd always wanted to do one...u know...poke the biro tube through the cartilage thingy like in the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but then again...would I do that if I see a person needing one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos even though they will die anyway without my help, they can conveniently blame that my lousy technique accelerated it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;......"please save my son. he's a good boy. he's only 12. I dunno what i'm gonna do without him....blah blah blah", said the weeping, begging mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"ok now I'm not confident with this but I might be able to help him"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"anything...plssss...anything at all"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"stand back maam....and watch....a live tracheostomy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 mins later --&gt; dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;weeping mum turns into a feisty tigress..."u killed him !!!! I'm gonna sue u !!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its hard to do good deeds sometimes in this world we live in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This week... a lecture on medico-legal issues. (see what I mean?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The answer to my puzzle. I dun have any duty of care to that person whatsoever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is a good samaritan law that protects me if I decide to help given that I do what I'm comfortable of doing ie. help within my limit of training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so tracheostomy is a no no &lt;strong&gt;:-(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; Its prob more accurate to describe what I intended to do as cricothyroidotomy rather than tracheostomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-7032943089074736259?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-8701936413923682983</id><published>2008-08-20T20:45:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:10:19.235+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know that being a dentist I probably never will be as appreciated or receive thank you cards/presents from patients as much as my dad who saves ppl from cancer on the daily basis&lt;br /&gt;but todays the first time I've got something from my patient (theres always a first time)...my denture patient...maybe my last denture patient for the rest of the course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The act of giving and words of encouragement meant so much to me emotionally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos its reminding me that I'm doing goods, I'm doing the right thing and I'm making a difference &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then I find that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patients give presents cos they appreciate your work and whatever uve done was life-changing&lt;br /&gt;In dentistry I only see denture patients do so......&lt;br /&gt;other than that, maybe aesthetic dentistry...like Dr. Terry Wong&lt;br /&gt;but ppl dun give presents for ur fillings or 10yrs worth of monitoring, fluoride and check-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, denture is something we r moving away from...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-8701936413923682983?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/8701936413923682983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=8701936413923682983' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/8701936413923682983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/8701936413923682983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/08/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-1997788595265088433</id><published>2008-08-13T23:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:21:07.282+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm good... full stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not gonna let anyone tell me otherwise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-1997788595265088433?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/1997788595265088433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-2201650864084173546</id><published>2008-08-12T20:17:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:39:44.815+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Religious moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Regardless of our religious believes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all dental students pray together in front of the Xray developing machine during endo clinics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5 mins of silence and faith &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;u cannot continue working, u cannot do anything, u just pray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and hope that after 5 mins when the tiny black thing comes out; there's no underexposure, overexposure, superimposition, elongation, cone cut, underfill, overfill......or missed the tooth altogether......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-2201650864084173546?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/2201650864084173546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=2201650864084173546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/2201650864084173546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/2201650864084173546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/08/religious-moment.html' title='Religious moment'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-8836454919254281008</id><published>2008-08-11T18:35:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:36:55.087+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't look cos u wont find it......whatever it is that ur looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Patient's phone number...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I swear I wrote it in my record notebook...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when I was calling the patient...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fliping through the pages, over and over and over...couldnt find it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;got home and there it was... staring at my face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bloody hell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one minute, the tooth model was in my hand...the next minute, it was gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kept looking over the pile of models 2-3 times...couldnt find it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went back at the end of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there it was, in the very same pile I looked for ealier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5 minutes after I found my model, I lost my Listerine pen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;couldnt do anything right today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A nice quote from Dr. John Matthews (ADA President)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I hope that by the end of these 5 years, u'll realise . If u do it for the money, u wont' last. u'll find that u'll burn out pretty quickly....... u have to believe that ur doing something good"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-8836454919254281008?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/8836454919254281008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=8836454919254281008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/8836454919254281008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/8836454919254281008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-look.html' title='Don&apos;t Look'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-2119922325005916904</id><published>2008-08-03T20:55:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:42:24.704+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Arms and Legs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I once again wish for my dream lost-property-locating device&lt;br /&gt;If the bike wheels are my legs and badminton rackets are my arms, then I'm an amputee today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loss of my two Nanospeed 7000, together with my badminton membership came to me as a terrible shock this afternoon...no warning&lt;br /&gt;I have totally no account of what happened to it since the last time I used it, which was last saturday....obviously cos its not something I would notice on a daily basis&lt;br /&gt;but somewhere between the badminton court, safeway and my house, the rackets had gone walk-about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from eating, sleeping and procrastinating, the next closest thing to a routine is playing badminton on the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Now that it has gone I have no idea what I'm gonna do. I feel like a half broken man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone thru the 5 stages of grief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Denial&lt;/strong&gt; - I was in denial, frantically searching around the house 3 times and at safeway and at the badminton court. I was looking for it in the toilet. Any sane person would surely call me stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anger&lt;/strong&gt; - angry, I was, for being so careless and took it for granted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bargaining&lt;/strong&gt; - I secretly wished that if the rackets turn up, I would stop youtubing and study hard for the rest of the night (which I know doesnt sound like much...im not good at bargaining)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depression&lt;/strong&gt;....what can I say&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Acceptance&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In times like these, I know what my mum would say&lt;br /&gt;she would tell me to do what I found to be the hardest thing to do which is letting go.&lt;br /&gt;but the faster I accept that the better off Ill be&lt;br /&gt;cos as expensive as it maybe, its merely an object which is replaceable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;looking on the bright side, I left my melb uni badminton club membership and the sport centre swipe card with the rackets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A half decent person who picked it up would prob know where to return it to....*fingers crossed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-2119922325005916904?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/2119922325005916904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=2119922325005916904' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/2119922325005916904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/2119922325005916904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/08/arms-and-legs.html' title='Arms and Legs'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-5412147131796334969</id><published>2008-07-30T23:55:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:45:36.981+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Only sympathy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As rewarding as treating emergency pts may be,&lt;br /&gt;its never fun to treat pts presenting with pain... especially when u caused it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 yrs from now... long into my career, I prob will never forget this patient I hav&lt;br /&gt;she was the first patient I treated since 2nd yr&lt;br /&gt;and in the 2 yrs Ive seen her, her mouth is almost a living proof of all my mistakes, my clinical incompetence...a reminder to myself to do better next time&lt;br /&gt;In a way, I really owe her my career given that ive tried just about all treatment types ive ever learnt on her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the 2nd yr, I scaled and root planed her teeth for over a yr&lt;br /&gt;when I learnt about root caries, there she was...my first clinical case of sort&lt;br /&gt;when I learnt of patients with hyposalivation, she was one...always was one... I was just too dumb to recognised it in the 2nd yr when I first saw her&lt;br /&gt;she was the first patient who seriously challenged my operative skill&lt;br /&gt;one poorly accessed, packed and marginalised filling after another followed by a root canal treatment because of my failed interventions&lt;br /&gt;I prob will make a crown or extract her tooth some times in the near future too...perhaps making her a denture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My perio treatment didnt 'heal' and she came back with root caries&lt;br /&gt;I learnt then that I shouldve applied fluoride after root planning&lt;br /&gt;The root caries were the deepest I'd ever attempted to fill. I couldnt isolate, or fill the tooth well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my second attempt failed just as miserably. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I learnt then how to adapt the matrix band well and the method of packing GIC&lt;br /&gt;She was still in pain because the fillings were very close to the pulp&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I had to take the pulp out and wasted all the treatments I tried before hand&lt;br /&gt;In the process, I perforated the root and learnt once again how to refine my endo access preparation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an argument with the demonstrator over the treatment option and was really annoyed The tooth had no long term prognosis. I couldnt make a crown for her even if root canal treatment was successful.&lt;br /&gt;I tried filling it 3 times, I knew how far down the margin of the tooth was.&lt;br /&gt;If I took the tooth out, the gum condition of the surrounding teeth may improve as well as her cleaning. The demonstrator told me to keep it.&lt;br /&gt;This situation is classic. Never root canal treated the tooth that cannot be restored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof Morgan's lecture this week really put a lot of things in perspective too.&lt;br /&gt;In public dental health, we are concentrating on treating the population and not the individuals. we cant afford luxuries in public health and should be spending time treating patients to an acceptable level of dental health instead of wasting money, time and resources on teeth with hopeless prognosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Dr. Stacey reviewed this patient in the final year case presentation, I will never be qualified as a dentist.&lt;br /&gt;This patient is a classic example of what not to do in term of treatment planning.&lt;br /&gt;-A patient with poor oral hygiene but has a mouth full of root filled teeth which prob will fall out in a yr or so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last week, I filled another tooth with root caries. I told her that the radiographic evidence showed that there was a decay underneath the filling.&lt;br /&gt;Though I thought I did a good fill on that tooth, she called up this week with severe radiating pain coming from that tooth and a facial swelling.&lt;br /&gt;The pulp was taken out in primary care. Again, this raised a question whether I should've filled it.&lt;br /&gt;The patient was asymptomatic. Most patients would not be happy if they get pain after the dentist intervened with the tooth which was initially fine.&lt;br /&gt;By leaving the tooth in a diseased but asymptomatic state, we may be able to buy more time for the tooth, maybe for a better restorative technology......who knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt... not to let these things bother me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos theres nothing to be sori for&lt;br /&gt;cos I still believe that clinically it was the right thing to do...to attempt a fill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...No regret, only sympathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;07-08-08 : I was right. The tooth prognosis was poor but who wouldve imagined it giving away so soon. The patient came back with fractured fillings all around the tooth. It has been extracted today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-5412147131796334969?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/5412147131796334969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=5412147131796334969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/5412147131796334969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/5412147131796334969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/07/only-sympathy.html' title='Only sympathy'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-421814192422772962</id><published>2008-07-29T05:58:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T06:11:51.199+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Illusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had one of the best dreams today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pictures of me. pictures of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As wishful as I may be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sadly it'll never come true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-421814192422772962?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/421814192422772962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=421814192422772962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/421814192422772962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/421814192422772962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/07/illusion.html' title='Illusion'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-609718167474968294</id><published>2008-07-24T12:32:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T15:55:44.804+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pause away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, us dental students were given a talk on the topic of communication by an external speaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The key idea for the seminar was to "pause and relax"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She said that the occasional pauses allow us to think about what we are about to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and at the same time, consider what others were saying. This trains us to be mindful, to be patient and good listeners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We started off the exercise by meditating for several minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The speaker guided our thoughts using the sound of a bell and her descriptive instructions which overall, was pretty much like being hypnotised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once my body was relaxed, two immediate effects were apparent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I felt sleepy and I also felt like farting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We then continued to the next activity which was kinda like speed dating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We engaged in a conversation with another fren whom we don't know very well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of course, since this was about "pause and relax" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there were breaks in between, marked by the bell sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;some findings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- in our needs to fill the silence, we tend to talk a lot of junks and unnecessary stuffs out of habits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- we are all eager to get into a conversation, to have control of the conversation, to impress and to project ourselves in a certain way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- i'm normally quiet but when Im saying something, I usually have a lot to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- its frustrating when i dun get to say all i want to say. this blog is a good example. whats left in my head goes in the bin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- conversation provokes thoughts which allow the conversation to continue. unfortuanately the thoughts provoked were usually about ourselves rather than interests in others. we then go on to talk about ourselves rather than asking or elaborating what the other person just said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- when I paused, my brain also paused. there were no thoughts nor considerations whatsoever. Just pure blankness and awkwardness. when we pause, its often interpreted as a signal for others to say something even though they dun hav anything to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- therefore i think slowing down works better than pausing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Towards the end of the session, my fren asked a question which made me realise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When the speaker herself was giving the talk earlier on in the session, she actually paused quite frequently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...No wonder I felt asleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS. "Be mindful of your thoughts..." - Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the clones, LucasFilm Ltd 2002)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-609718167474968294?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/609718167474968294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=609718167474968294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/609718167474968294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/609718167474968294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/07/pause-away.html' title='Pause away'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-3774390963829551825</id><published>2008-07-18T19:18:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T19:24:00.042+10:00</updated><title type='text'>พระเอก</title><content type='html'>ดูละครมาหลายเรื่องแล้วรู้สึกน่ารำคาญ&lt;br /&gt;มีแต่คนมาชอบพระเอก นางเอก อยู่นั่นแหล่ะ&lt;br /&gt;แล้วก็เข้าใจผิดกันไป เข้าใจผิดกันมา&lt;br /&gt;เห็นแล้วก็ขอเป็นพระรองดีกว่า ดูชีวิตมีความสุข เรียบง่ายกว่าเยอะ&lt;br /&gt;แล้วก็ไม่ใช่ว่าแฟนพระรองจะไม่สวย คนอื่นตามันถั่วเอง... เฮ้อ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-3774390963829551825?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/3774390963829551825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=3774390963829551825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/3774390963829551825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/3774390963829551825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_18.html' title='พระเอก'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-5783975692077903984</id><published>2008-07-14T19:03:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T20:13:43.533+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4th pothole</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Through iron core and butter field, he drilled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In search of a map...in search of thrill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Through the mine field, he dug around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One..two..three....four potholes he found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But his mind was only playing tricks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's no DP canal in 26 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Too soon to celebrate, he realised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a perforation in disguise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-5783975692077903984?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/5783975692077903984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=5783975692077903984' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/5783975692077903984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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"&lt;strong&gt;เกลียด&lt;/strong&gt;"...แต่เป็น... "&lt;strong&gt;เฉยเฉย&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-7812106778523664930?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/7812106778523664930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=7812106778523664930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/7812106778523664930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/7812106778523664930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='สิ่งตรงข้าม'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-3891342466468401497</id><published>2008-07-02T14:57:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T02:28:18.203+10:00</updated><title type='text'>sms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Been deleting msg from my inbox and it saddened me how time flies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;every times i sit back and clear the inbox, its like replaying my life in the past month/few months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clearly, its been too long since I last played games...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happened over a month ago&lt;br /&gt;- the soccer game and dinner with dent frens&lt;br /&gt;- the last time I got together with Thai frens&lt;br /&gt;- some med frens left for home&lt;br /&gt;- the passing of my club committee's term and the messy paper work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I saw a msg for dinner at fren's place around swot vac time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they were so stressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now they've finished and gone home and what have I done?...nothing worthwhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The month of June has passed...I didnt monitored my mood... cos i thought the graph would be too unrealisitcally positive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as it turned out, prob more like a crater...with Po standing on a tiny spike in the middle of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-3891342466468401497?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/3891342466468401497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=3891342466468401497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/3891342466468401497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/3891342466468401497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/07/sms.html' title='sms'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-3775174326049860741</id><published>2008-06-27T00:15:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T01:03:12.960+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Extinction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday was the first time I had Starbucks coffee and a good long afternoon coffee chat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went there with 2 frens to celebrate finishing exams (why was i there then?) and really...it was more of a get-together to plan out her post exam activities for the next couple of days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had a "meaningful" conversation there (for 3 hrs) which I now cant remember much&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(only remember the useless bits)&lt;br /&gt;but heres a piece of it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; man Im 22 already but I still feel so young&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B:&lt;/strong&gt; what do u mean "young"?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; as in I dun feel like Im 22 yet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:&lt;/strong&gt; me too...still feeling so immature...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; I bet that within 5 yrs, at least one of our frens wouldve gotten married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:&lt;/strong&gt; That would be 27 yrs old. Isn't that a bit early?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B:&lt;/strong&gt; nah... thats about right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:&lt;/strong&gt; I cant imagine myself getting married then&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; well u dun have to worry...ur a guy...u can get married when ur older&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B:&lt;/strong&gt; like a 30 yrs old marrying a 25 yrs old girl or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:&lt;/strong&gt; arrhh but Im immature though. I need to get a mature gf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; hehe mature girls dun go for immature guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:&lt;/strong&gt; really?!@#*@ what would immature guys normally do then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; they go for younger girls like those bimbos who r even more immature than themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:&lt;/strong&gt; s**t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B:&lt;/strong&gt; or theyll have to be really rich or really good looking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:&lt;/strong&gt; s**t ...what would ugly, immature and poor guys do then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; they go extinct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:&lt;/strong&gt; oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my fren, she concluded that I should marry a rich girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/strong&gt; Life always has solutions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-3775174326049860741?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/3775174326049860741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=3775174326049860741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/3775174326049860741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/3775174326049860741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/06/extinction.html' title='Extinction'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-4331267717702231205</id><published>2008-06-23T21:05:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:27:44.036+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Depressed in a non-depressing kinda way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dun have exams but ve got assignments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While everyone else are finishing up exams, I have yet to begin my work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haven't been sleeping well. my bodyclock is screwed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sleep at 7am wake up at 7pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sleep at 7pm wake up at 3am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sleep at 10.30am wake up at 5pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kept waking up every 2-3 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14 hrs stretch but Im still tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My life lacks vitamin D of late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Badminton sux. or rather... I sux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Euro'08, every teams I went for...lost (plss gimme decent teams to watch in the final) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kung fu panda has been the biggest plus in my life this last week which is sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The pursuit of happiness inspired me for 30 mins after which I felt asleep having read 3 pages of journal paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe I should go make special tray just to make myself feel better again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which now reminds me that my last denture got rejected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now that's sad too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-4331267717702231205?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/4331267717702231205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=4331267717702231205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/4331267717702231205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/4331267717702231205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-to-say.html' title='What to say'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-8602749330824765659</id><published>2008-06-13T02:15:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T02:51:45.704+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A guide to understanding the previous blog, maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pharmacology -&lt;/strong&gt; a study discipline to do with drugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paracetamol &lt;/strong&gt;- a drug for pain relief (commonly known as panadol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amoxycillin &lt;/strong&gt;- a commonly used penicillin (kills bacteria)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Triamcinolone Acetonide&lt;/strong&gt; - forget the name. its just a paste u put at the site of ulcer. helps heal it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Histamine &lt;/strong&gt;- a substance produced by the body to fight off external assault. can cause blocked nose due to increasing amount mucous (clear coloured fluid) released&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bioavailability&lt;/strong&gt; - how much drug is actually absorbed by the body and takes effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychoactive &lt;/strong&gt;- affect the brain basically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nerd &lt;/strong&gt;- a person who understands the previous blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that I've looked at it again. u wouldnt understand most of the words anyway even if I tried to explain them. maybe thats why health professionals get paid so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. ur either a nerd or ur not&lt;br /&gt;PSS. Just watched 'Definitely, Maybe'... good movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-8602749330824765659?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/8602749330824765659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=8602749330824765659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/8602749330824765659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/8602749330824765659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/06/guide-to-understanding-previous-blog.html' title='A guide to understanding the previous blog, maybe'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-7238174871574018621</id><published>2008-06-09T15:21:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T23:43:20.170+10:00</updated><title type='text'>In possession of banned drugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If u dun understand this blog, take comfort in knowing that ur not a nerd*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While reading my 2007 Oral and Dental Therapeutics guideline, it drew on my curiosity of all the medications I hav in my cupboard. See...being a kid with a doctor as parent, I get medicine from dad whenever I'm sick and I just take for granted that hes doing the right thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I'm a soon-to-be health professional and I should do better than just taking my dad's words for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so I had a look in my medi stash I brought from Thailand. There are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) Tylenol, which is a brandname for 500g paracetamol in Thailand (prob imported from US or something)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) Cavumox, (500g amoxycillin + 125g clavulanic acid) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3) Buscopan 10mg for relief of abdominal pain/spasm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4) Travacalm (Hyoscine HCl 300mcg)...the med i bought b4 I went scuba diving (prevent car/seasickness) which essentially does the same thing as Buscopan in a much lower dose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5) Triamcinolone Acetonide in Orabase 0.1% for my occasional ulcer I used to get frequently but not so much now. Its interesting that I've been learning about this drug without knowing that Ive been using one all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 medications which aim to do the same thing (nasal decongestant)...Cetrizet, Sudafed PE and Actifed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cetrizet&lt;/strong&gt; (Cetirizine 10mg) is an antihistamine, blocking H1 receptor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sudafed PE&lt;/strong&gt; (Phenylephrine HCl 10mg) - selective a-adrenoreceptor agonist. constrict blood vessel and therefore less leak + nasal secretion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lastly, &lt;strong&gt;Actifed&lt;/strong&gt; (Pseudoephedrine HCl 60mg) - a drug that is now replaced by phenylephrine. It stimulates NA release which acts at the a-adrenoreceptor like phenylephrine except that its not a-receptor specific, therefore it tends to hav more side effects eg. drowsiness. My dad recommended this drug cos its more potent than phenylephrine. The reason being, Phenylephrine is metabolised by MAO in GIT and Liver which significantly reduces its bioavailability. While Wiki-ing online, I found out that pseudoephedrine is a precursor for methamphetamine (a psychoactive substance that is often abused and sometimes referred to as speed) and hence the reason it has been taken off the counter in many countries. In Australia 2007, Gov is considering banning all products containing Pseudoephedrine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And here it is, sitting in my cupboard so innocently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-7238174871574018621?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/7238174871574018621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=7238174871574018621' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/7238174871574018621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/7238174871574018621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-possession-of-banned-drugs.html' title='In possession of banned drugs'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417204136277970672.post-4497522189370900110</id><published>2008-05-31T19:54:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:54:00.445+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The May Project</title><content type='html'>Life has been stressful this yr, and after my occasional down times, I decided to monitor my daily mood for 1 month to see whether there is a pattern to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heres the graph&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SEEkv4Clc_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/k_wONd8m6k8/s1600-h/May+Project.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206483049132684274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SEEkv4Clc_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/k_wONd8m6k8/s400/May+Project.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SEEg_oClc-I/AAAAAAAAADs/lLzOWr0b3lA/s1600-h/May+Project.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the data, I couldn't come into any conclusion regarding the pattern&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even weekends varied from each other depending on whether I did anything productive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When looking at the date individually, I'm largely affected by the days with clinics and the mood could spike either way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly I need to come up with a better way to analyse this cos what I found out was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that life is the sum of glorious and disappointing moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the day, its very hard to assess my mood with extremely shit morning and an inspirational afternoon. Do I give an ok for that day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no pattern. Mood fluctuated a lot so I dun tend to stay depressed for long which is a ++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417204136277970672-4497522189370900110?l=supa-04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/feeds/4497522189370900110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417204136277970672&amp;postID=4497522189370900110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/4497522189370900110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417204136277970672/posts/default/4497522189370900110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supa-04.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-project.html' title='The May Project'/><author><name>Supa04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267647321585336749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SmMT0SsaVhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YZ_oAEx4doo/S220/IMG_0442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeqNf_0VtR8/SEEkv4Clc_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/k_wONd8m6k8/s72-c/May+Project.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
