<?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-6263699</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:19:49.380+08:00</updated><category term='cousins'/><category term='ramblings'/><category term='soccer'/><category term='family'/><category term='We are the champions....again'/><category term='S&apos;pore vs Malaysia'/><title type='text'>Silmarwen Carnesîr</title><subtitle type='html'>Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo 
A star shines on the hour of our meeting </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>289</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-8020761971705723931</id><published>2008-08-22T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T17:15:20.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while, aye</title><summary type='text'>I thought that maybe I should keep this blog alive, resuscitate it a little bit.Just finished my exam and waiting for my second instalment of clinicals to kick in on Monday. Well, I hope I can do well and have enough energy to sustain me thorougout the whole fasting month, Insya-Allah.Going to be quite busy next few weeks though.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/8020761971705723931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/8020761971705723931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#8020761971705723931' title='It&apos;s been a while, aye'/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-1291619145133396817</id><published>2008-01-05T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T13:51:04.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I seriously need a break. School has really been taking a toll on even though it has barely started. Only three and a half days in school and it is becoming unbearable. I'm still having some exquisite hangover from clinicals - one week break after 5 weeks of lethargy and intense brain stimulation is never enough. And it doesn't help that I have a test every single day next week. I plan to live </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/1291619145133396817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/1291619145133396817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#1291619145133396817' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-3078516369350260606</id><published>2007-12-22T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T15:56:21.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>While watching Asian Idol last Saturday night....Me: With AirPork, pigs can fly now1st sister: What do you mean? Isn't AirPork a brand of nasi (rice)?*starts howling with laughter with my 2nd sis and broher*2nd sis: What only, kakak. AirPork kan is the courier service!I tell you, i nearly died of laughter that instant. 2 clueless bimbos who have no idea what AirPork is! And I thought it was well </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/3078516369350260606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/3078516369350260606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#3078516369350260606' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-1095347247266773280</id><published>2007-12-09T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T11:58:51.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3 weeks of clinicals so far, and I'm thankful that I've survived and still survivinng. I feel relieved that I'm done with my presentation and can now concentrate on completing my other assignments and projects. You know, it feels so depressing to have clinical attachments at this time of the year, where everyone is in a holiday and celebratory mood. And here I am, slogging off trying to impress </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/1095347247266773280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/1095347247266773280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#1095347247266773280' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-2156609046837659487</id><published>2007-11-20T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T20:53:58.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 days into my clinicals and I'm exhausted. Not from the tons of patients I see but from sheer travelling and standing. I can count the number of hours I spend sitting down - during lunch, in the train if I'm blessed to have a seat in front of me and be extremely foolish if I refuse it. Even reading and writing case notes is done standing up! Now, my knees, ankles and back are hurting. I'm going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/2156609046837659487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/2156609046837659487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#2156609046837659487' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-7599572421379106858</id><published>2007-11-17T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T15:33:17.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm tired of doing my pre-clinicals even though there are only 3 questions. But when one question is worth 36 marks, you must literally squeeze out your brain cells to think of plausible and logical reasons. When the whole world is having holidays, here I am having my clinicals. And good luck to me for all the travelling that I need to do. Loss sleep, lethargy, and a piling workload will be my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/7599572421379106858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/7599572421379106858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#7599572421379106858' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-1284369945447207610</id><published>2007-11-11T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T00:48:10.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a very nice Deepavali. I was supposed to go out and study with friends but I decided that I needed a break and badly wanted to watch a movie. Being a public holiday, I went out with my cousins to watch the movie. It's such a fantastic story and left me smiling at the end.And yes, I'm so in love with the song.:)I had a briefing on mu clinical attachment and somehow, it really scares me. It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/1284369945447207610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/1284369945447207610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#1284369945447207610' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-2443843503297672692</id><published>2007-11-04T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T00:27:16.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was not able to join the girls for jalan raya yesterday due to school. Imagine having lessons on a Saturday, and having finished school, half the day is already gone! No one starts their day at 530 in the morning on a Saturday!Despite feeling lethargic, sleepy and lazy, I somehow managed to trudge myself to school by 8am. Oh well, the sacrifices one has to make. You miss one lesson, and you'll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/2443843503297672692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/2443843503297672692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#2443843503297672692' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-2070890757561383752</id><published>2007-10-28T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:43:45.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mak Long passed away yesterday, around dusk.All of us were at Cik Mansor's open house when we heard the news. I, for one, heard it, when I just entered the house, salam-ing my aunts, uncles and guests. After all the guests have left, we left for Punggol at about 10pm.I knew that she was in ICU, and in the doctor's words,'we've done everything that we can', but I didn't expect her to leave us so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/2070890757561383752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/2070890757561383752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#2070890757561383752' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-2014162371967381021</id><published>2007-10-23T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T12:36:36.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More houses to visit this Hari Raya. Well, my family can never finish visiting. there are just too many houses but we will always prioritise and go to the important houses first. The last weekend, my family had an open house at my uncle's house where my mum's cousins came...yes to only ONE house. I guess it's easier that that way....only ONE house will be dirty and yes, not so much dishes to cook</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/2014162371967381021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/2014162371967381021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#2014162371967381021' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-6079184620522053802</id><published>2007-10-10T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T00:41:14.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm back from my lazy mood to update. well, I guess I am in one of my rare moods to update.First up, I had a lot of fun meeting up with the girls (and guys) on Sunday for buka - Khalies, Nuraini+Zul, Shareena, Farah, Shafia, Azzah, Hazwani, Ellia, Iffah+Abbas. It's been such a long time since I met them and it was fun, catching up and talking nonsense. How fast time flies and it's going to be the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/6079184620522053802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/6079184620522053802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#6079184620522053802' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-3303343728749240987</id><published>2007-08-31T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T21:14:54.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As you can see, I'm in a rather lazy mood to update. Somehow blogging has lost its appeal. Thus, I'll update when I feel like it(read: when I'm not too lazy).It has been a week since exams ended and I have been doing nothing except reading and gracing social events like barbecues, birthday parties and yes, family gatherings. To reiterate my ultimate laziness, I did not take any pictures of those </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/3303343728749240987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/3303343728749240987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#3303343728749240987' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-2232805620242524614</id><published>2007-08-17T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T23:36:32.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had my first paper just now. It was a relatively easy paper but I think I'm going to kill myself. Serves me right for not taking note of the small little details! You know how you just tend to skip little nitty-gritty details only to have them haunt you during exams? Well, that was exactly what happened to me! How can I not remember or taken note of where the organ of Corti is? Oh gosh, I feel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/2232805620242524614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/2232805620242524614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#2232805620242524614' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-1821943732944716577</id><published>2007-08-11T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T17:37:05.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>While thousands of people jostled with human traffic on Thursday, I, for one, spent my National Day afternoon at Tampines Mall, watching a movie - Disturbia. How patriotic of me. No parade, no fireworks for me this year. Just quality time spent with my cousins. Social defence...am i right? Heck, I don't even know the 5 aspects of Total Defence. I guess National Education doesn't really work....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/1821943732944716577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/1821943732944716577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#1821943732944716577' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-7975341188891533371</id><published>2007-08-10T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T02:06:05.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can finally breathe now as I finally, like FINALLY, finished my assignment. It;s like 2 in the morning now and I have to travel all the way to school later, just to hand in my assignment! So waste of time, right? Gosh I do not know how I survived doing this assignment for eons, being up since 6 this morning, and gasp, it's already 2am. By the way, I just realised that I have not printed out my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/7975341188891533371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/7975341188891533371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#7975341188891533371' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-6526110505148572628</id><published>2007-08-06T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T00:10:59.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just find it so hilarious that Van der Sar had a ha trick of penalty saves in the match against Chelsea. I don't think any goalkeeper has ever done that -to save 3 successful penalties. The penalty shootout was just so anti-climax lah. I thought it would be quite nerve-wrecking but I was proven wrong.Nothing else matters. Manchester United has won. That's all that matters. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/6526110505148572628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/6526110505148572628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#6526110505148572628' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-5267399794829332336</id><published>2007-08-04T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T15:57:04.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I really need a break from crapping lest I'll go insane. Oh yes,you heard me right, crapping is really draining me out. I mean, whoever gets tired of crapping and smoking one's way through right? I do.You see, I'm in the midst of typing out my MS assignment. It's supposedly a semester long assignment where I have to find a patient with a lower limb problem and treat it to the best of my ability,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/5267399794829332336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/5267399794829332336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#5267399794829332336' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-4226787383043939477</id><published>2007-07-30T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T00:06:00.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Countless times, I've had this urge to stop blogging and close down this site. However, thinking about my ever faithful readers (yea right!) and for old times' sake, I always decided not to do so. Thus, this blog shall remain....whether you like it or not, just because you do not have much of a choice, you know. If not, feel free to press that small little cross at the top right hand corner of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/4226787383043939477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/4226787383043939477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4226787383043939477' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkBA6IL6xlU/Rq4Gi1wbE9I/AAAAAAAAABs/MkNqSRz4PrU/s72-c/DSC00086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-4712464554461476361</id><published>2007-07-06T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T22:33:02.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had one of my long list of practical tests just now and my examiner, as always, was being such a BITCH! I guess I got a taste of my own medicine as a result of my ever-present bitchiness to my classmates. Because of this, one of my classmates has vowed to beat me in bitchy skills on 5th July 2008 and thinking of taking some lessons from my examiner. Plus the fact that I'm losing classmates by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/4712464554461476361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/4712464554461476361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4712464554461476361' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-8281298372429615539</id><published>2007-07-02T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T21:22:05.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know, I'm such a machine-idiot that I have to resort to taking pictures to make sure which wires are for which machines as well as the electrodes to be used.You see, I have a practical test coming up, this Friday, in fact, where we have to use machines which give some physiological effects like pain relief to patients. Electrical stimulation, they are generally called. Of course, these are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/8281298372429615539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/8281298372429615539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#8281298372429615539' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkBA6IL6xlU/Roj65pJcuHI/AAAAAAAAABU/pWIyZq2ansU/s72-c/DSC00551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-5738927936587459140</id><published>2007-07-02T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T21:12:15.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Plans to catch on my work over the weekend are just empty promises. There are always more important things to do over the weekend, like going out and hanging out, for instance. On Saturday, I went out to spend some time with my cousins, talking about stuffs and having dinner.Of course during the dinner, we talked about a particular topic, which seems to be our all-time favourite and never fails </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/5738927936587459140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/5738927936587459140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#5738927936587459140' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-1499491715336518078</id><published>2007-06-29T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T22:03:20.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was in the bus on the way home from school just now when I overheard the conversation of 3 students. I would like to think that I did not eavesdrop, as they were sitting directly behind me and yes, talking loudly too for the whole bus to listed to their conversation. From the topics of their conversation, I summed up that they were first year polytechnic students. These three students were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/1499491715336518078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/1499491715336518078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#1499491715336518078' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-440049946939083742</id><published>2007-06-26T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T22:16:31.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm very irritated at the moment as my laptop or rather my printer, for that matter, simply refuses to print and I have no freaking idea what is wrong. And this freaking laptop of mine is always low on battery. The battery life is supposedly 3 hours but it needs to be charged in less than an hour. Talk about inconvenience! And the reason why I bought a laptop is so that I do not have to rely on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/440049946939083742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/440049946939083742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#440049946939083742' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-302933552414108676</id><published>2007-06-16T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T14:48:00.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The chalet was a whole lot of fun albeit a scary encounter. Will elaborate on it more later. So I reached the chalet at about 9 on Wednesday night. The chalet was just in front of the entrance and the swimming pool. Of course we couldn't resist the water and decided to swim at close to 11 at night. My cousins and I did not really swim but you know, we just want to soak in the water. The water was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/302933552414108676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/302933552414108676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#302933552414108676' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-6542945900085495027</id><published>2007-06-13T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T16:36:20.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, you know something quite scary happened on Monday. Well, I do not know if it was that scary lah. You see, I came home from school at around 6. I went to to do my routine activities such as reading the newspaper, bathe, eat etc. At about 11+ at night, my sister went out to the corridor to bring in the dried laundry. Lo and behold, she was so shocked when she saw my keys at the door, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/6542945900085495027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/6542945900085495027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#6542945900085495027' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-7819075746512301605</id><published>2007-06-11T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T22:13:20.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a very fun weekend. Started off Saturday with driving and went to Giant to buy lots and lots of junk food since my mum is not around until tomorrow night. Then went home to get ready for the bbq. The bbq was alright but the weather was freaking hot and i doesn't help that I was in front of the fire most of the time, smelling of charcoal. Not a very nice smell, considering the fact that I am</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/7819075746512301605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/7819075746512301605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#7819075746512301605' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XkBA6IL6xlU/Rm1WYt1GLRI/AAAAAAAAABM/r73fCJrYNnI/s72-c/bbq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-4606366662297434030</id><published>2007-06-09T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T09:22:39.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My 2 weeks break is finally here! I would have to say that it's not really a break as I have a million things to do - that much. One crazy week with 3 tests are finally over. But another million tests coming up after the break. I've really turned into a mugger-toad.Aside from that, I need to shop and buy shoes, tops and bags - basically everything. To support my uncontrollable shopping habits, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/4606366662297434030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/4606366662297434030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#4606366662297434030' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-4257476708870211004</id><published>2007-06-06T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T23:39:02.809+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alhamdulillah, my cousins's engagement went smoothly. I, too, definitely had a great time, spending time with the cousins, talking and cracking the lamest jokes one could ever imagine. The food, courtesy of my aunt, was just finger-licking good. The fruit tarts and brownies were simply fabulous. Of course, I ate to my stomach's content, to the extremes of ultimate buncitness. My aunts and uncles </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/4257476708870211004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/4257476708870211004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#4257476708870211004' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkBA6IL6xlU/RmbRNN1GLNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/YFIEwikfDXg/s72-c/P1070125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-3633708520911560420</id><published>2007-04-29T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T20:54:17.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was deemed useless the whole weekend due to my incessant cough and fluctuating fever. The medication I took totally knocked me out and made me feel like a complete weakling. My muscles feel so sore and weak and I did not get any readings done over the weekend! At this stage, I really can't afford to fall behind and waste my time at leisure as everything will be at full speed from here on. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/3633708520911560420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/3633708520911560420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#3633708520911560420' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XkBA6IL6xlU/RjSTruXbo3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn8viyfI6wc/s72-c/henna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-5750899360736285184</id><published>2007-04-28T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T23:26:29.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm currently watching the Man U-Eveton match and Man U is really playing shitty football, I tell you. They are trailing by 2 goals at the moment and if they lose, they will be level on points with Chelsea. It really makes me wonder why Ronaldo is not in the starting line-up, to rest him for the Milan game probably. I feel so angry, just by looking at Man U play.The score now at Stanford Bridge </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/5750899360736285184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/5750899360736285184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#5750899360736285184' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-8847115599374325416</id><published>2007-04-26T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T21:08:08.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think there is really something wrong with my immune system at the moment. First, I had red rashes all over my face - itchy and stinging sensations all over. The redness has subsided and to put it simply, my face is far from clearing up and yes, not smooth. Call me vain, whatever. Vanity is a part of MY life. Now, I've been hit by the flu bug and very bad cough. And just when things are about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/8847115599374325416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/8847115599374325416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#8847115599374325416' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-663769212027381923</id><published>2007-04-20T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:39:37.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The first week of school has passed and I have to say that I'm pretty tired. Not because there are too many things to do (for the time being), but my days are really packed. The earliest I end is 4. No short days whatsoever - I start at 9 everyday and end at 5 or 6 every other day. It really makes me wonder how I'm ever going to catch up on my work, seeing that I have zilch energy to do anything </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/663769212027381923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/663769212027381923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#663769212027381923' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-910610474736729034</id><published>2007-04-15T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T16:42:29.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On the way back from work on Thursday, I alighted at Tanah Merah just to vomit out my breakfast and lunch. I had been feeling queasy the whole day but I thought I could resist vomiting until I reached home. I was proven wrong, of course. Imagine the feeling when you are trying to keep your puke in from Novena all the way to Tampines, while breaking out in cold sweat! There goes my prata and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/910610474736729034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/910610474736729034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#910610474736729034' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-3255159803805493719</id><published>2007-04-06T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T12:24:26.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The new in Singapore nowadays is pretty much exciting don't you think? Mind-boggling at times.Have you read about how a 9 year old girl got pregnant? The parents didn't even know she was expecting, owing her increase in weigh to puberty and what not. How can a couple as young as that know anything about s\e\x\? Hmm, what was I doing at that age? Let me see, I was a free-spirited child playing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/3255159803805493719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/3255159803805493719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#3255159803805493719' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-5274660403766208041</id><published>2007-03-23T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T21:42:47.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know, I have no idea what's with me and rashes. I have a breakout of rashes yet again, this time, on both cheeks and neck. I seriously do not know if I'm allergic to any food or dust for that matter, unless there's a new hybrid of dust that has evolved, which I do not know that I'm allergic to. It's quite irritating because as bimbotic as it sounds, it just spoils your whole face. I've been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/5274660403766208041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/5274660403766208041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#5274660403766208041' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-8378718456162784635</id><published>2007-03-22T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T00:48:47.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why is it that everyone seems to be leaving this course? Is it because there is really little remunerations? Well, I personally agree with that. Ultimately, I guess everyone of us will inevitably feel jaded and disillusioned to the point where we really question ourselves and most importantly, where this profession is going in the long run, especially in Singapore.For all of her growing economy, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/8378718456162784635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/8378718456162784635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8378718456162784635' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-5516997107104492240</id><published>2007-03-17T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T18:28:26.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I've had a very good 4 weeks break, time for myself. Me, me, me time! haha. Spending the entire day on my laptop watching different vcds and yes watching drama series on YouTube. Let's see, I've watched Devil Beside You, The Prince who turned into a frog, Smiling Pasta and Hana Kimi. I've just started on Corner with Love and I'm hooked to it. And now, I'm watching The Classic.Oh, I still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/5516997107104492240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/5516997107104492240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#5516997107104492240' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-4698872053440239547</id><published>2007-03-10T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T11:15:43.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The second week of my holidays is coming to an end. Another two weeks to go, which reminds me to call up my clinical supervisor as soon as possible, hopefully on Monday during the lunch hour. Oh, I still do not know how to go to my attachment place. I will just ask my classmate to meet me somewhere on the first day. I'm seriously too lazy to go to the place first on my own. Simply because it's a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/4698872053440239547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/4698872053440239547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4698872053440239547' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-2413038268151528407</id><published>2007-02-25T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T23:12:38.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The holidays are finally here, but only for 4 weeks, another 3 weeks for clinical. I want to take a break for a week, go out with my friends, watch DVDs. After that, it's back to studying for clinicals. Recap all my anatomy and EPA stuffs and yes, handling and transferring techniques. I guess my top priority now is to catch up on my sleep as well as regulating my sleeping cycle again. It's really</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/2413038268151528407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/2413038268151528407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#2413038268151528407' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-5895377168695194749</id><published>2007-02-06T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T00:55:51.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My eyes are red and my shoulders ache from reading all those journals for tomorrow's pract test. Those journals are really giving me a headache as I seem to lose my focus easily and am not able to understand much. Never mind, I shall smoke my way through tomorrow.As a matter of fact, I'm the last person for tmr's viva, at 4.45pm. What perfect timing! What are the chances of having my lecturer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/5895377168695194749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/5895377168695194749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#5895377168695194749' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-1135782507216087356</id><published>2007-02-04T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:55:11.561+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We are the champions....again'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Singapore is the champion of South-East Asia football, yet again. BAik ah, Lions. The match just now was a bit rough and dirty at times. From a neutral point of view, I thought that Singapore played scrappy and thrashy football at times. No, most of the time, sadly. Just look at how they defended and the goal they conceded.My gut instincts told me that the Lions were settling for a draw but I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/1135782507216087356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/1135782507216087356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#1135782507216087356' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-7876186901221247704</id><published>2007-02-01T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T00:02:42.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> My thoughts on the match between singapore and thailand - no sportsmanship at all. It truly kills the whole spirit of sports and soccer. To me, it's part and parcel of soccer. All teams, at least once, will have to face with harsh decisions. It's how you deal with it. Enough said though I'm not talking about the Singapore team.Thankfully, I do not need to come back to school next week, except on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/7876186901221247704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/7876186901221247704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#7876186901221247704' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-4493454851088846986</id><published>2007-01-28T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T17:25:16.484+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S&apos;pore vs Malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My throat hurts and voice is hoarse from all the cheering and shouting yesterday at the National Stadium. Such a wonderful atmosphere, which brought me back to the Tiger Cup finals two years ago - against Indonesia. Throughout the match, my heart was thumping so fast especially when Singapore was a goal down and during the penalty shootout.My cousins. Syaf and my cousin's friend, Syikin were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/4493454851088846986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/4493454851088846986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#4493454851088846986' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-116936751629441110</id><published>2007-01-21T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T16:18:36.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>School's really getting crazy and I'm going berserk at the moment and it's only the 3rd week of the year and I am already feeling so letharigc. Somehow, I cannot wait for the exams to be done and over with but with clinicals coming up, my holidays will be cut short yet again. Anatomy pract exam on friday and open house on thursday. I seriously wonder if I can ever be diplomatic when people come </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116936751629441110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116936751629441110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116936751629441110' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-116878037247426434</id><published>2007-01-14T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T21:12:53.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So on Friday night, there was the movie date with the GemZ - Spirit of the Victim. It's not a scary movie, but rather a thriller. The sound effects make it scary to me - the anticipation of sth bad going to happen. The audience was quite boring, though. In the end, we were the ones who ended up making a lot of noise, through screaming. My cousin, Nurul and I were huddled together and at some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116878037247426434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116878037247426434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116878037247426434' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-1711854605664417162</id><published>2007-01-06T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T23:16:01.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The GSS has done evil to my bank account. It is depleting at an alarming rate but I have no input into it whatsoever. Sighz, this is what you get if you have no income coming in but a spendthrift at the same time. It is times like this that I consider teaching tuition again. There's always a but there. Time just does not permit me to do so. I need to conserve my energy as much as I can.I wasted </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/1711854605664417162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/1711854605664417162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#1711854605664417162' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-116767274546494792</id><published>2007-01-02T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T01:32:25.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A new year arrives. New bonds forged. New experiences. I welcome thee with open arms. But also not forgetting old experiences and bonds at the same time. these will be specially placed in my heart.I spent the first day of the new year at my paternal grandmother's place and then we went to Swensen's airport for dessert. Swensen's has really been a favourite eating place for 2006, indeed!And yes,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116767274546494792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116767274546494792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116767274546494792' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-116749418802965415</id><published>2006-12-30T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T23:56:28.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am now currently taking a break from watching Princess Hours and watching the match between Man U and Reading. The score is 1-1 at the moment.I went to Cik Meme's house just now to send the lontongs that my mum helped steam (rebus) for my grandmother. Oh yes, I got to see Uncle Bakar's new car, Honda Edix(that's how I think you spell it). The car looks small on the outside but it's definitely </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116749418802965415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116749418802965415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116749418802965415' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-116731594010567008</id><published>2006-12-28T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T22:25:40.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today, I battled the rain to spend time with Nora and Nurul. Only 3 of us, but we definitely had fun. Nora telling us the nationality of the guy we'll be marrying. Hilarious, I tell you. And of course, she just had to choose a Mat Salih or a Caucasian man. Always wanting the best, eh? She even had the cheek to ask me to look for her one when I'm in Australia in about 3 years' time. Sheesh. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116731594010567008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116731594010567008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116731594010567008' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-116723560385145272</id><published>2006-12-27T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T00:06:44.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, I met up with my jc classmates. As usual, we were supposed to meet at 5 but everyone only came at 6+++++. Yours truly was supposed to come slightly earlier to get about 18 seats (which were reduced to 10 in the end) but as always, she's late. To make matters worse, my shoes broke halfway, when I was walking to the Swensen's opposite Taka. Can you imagine, a girl, with her shoes broken,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116723560385145272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116723560385145272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116723560385145272' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-116680301592155174</id><published>2006-12-22T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T23:56:55.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have seriously lost track of time due to my current addiction - Korean dramas. Yup, you've got me right. I've been watching Full House and My Girl. My Girl is just so light-hearted and entertaining that I'm seriously addicted to it and wouldn't mind watching it repeatedly. Full House, though funny, is quite draggy that I forwarded some of of the parts. I'm a bit impatient, you see. So if want </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116680301592155174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116680301592155174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116680301592155174' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-116644983127160967</id><published>2006-12-18T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T22:38:05.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hurhur. second entry of the day, something I rarely do, yes? hmmm let me see, I watched vcds practically the whole day today. It's such a nice feeling having time to watch all the vcds and dvds in the world. Let's pretend that I have no work to complete - for now. I was super bored after I showered just now that I tried on all the clothes that I bought in Batam. Well, let's just say that I do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116644983127160967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116644983127160967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116644983127160967' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-116642095622735018</id><published>2006-12-18T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T13:49:16.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A short weekend trip out of Singapore was a very much needed break for me. I truly enjoyed myself very much, getting to spend time with my family and yes, SHOPPING! I tell you, Batam is such a nice place to shop. Let's not care if their goods, especially bags, are original or not. What's more important is that they look real and are super duper cheap. Yes, I guess I'm a very cheapskate person, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116642095622735018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116642095622735018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116642095622735018' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-116609877251773980</id><published>2006-12-14T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T20:20:48.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Since I did not have school today, I mostly slept for most of the day. I just feel so tired and I don't really know why. I woke up at about 1145 as my cousin in Malaysia called me to ask if I wanted to go to Batam this weekend. Then I ate thosai and went back to sleep, only to wake up at 345. Then came the whole drama of wanting to go to Batam at the last hour and I had to call my sister who was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116609877251773980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116609877251773980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116609877251773980' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-116602433576433490</id><published>2006-12-13T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T23:38:55.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have just changed my layout. Seriously I don't really know how it looks like. I still need to do some changes, I think and trying to figure out the codes, what is for what and stuffs like that. I was kinda bored with my previous layout...and I guess it's time to change it in lieu of the new year. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116602433576433490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116602433576433490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116602433576433490' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-116601615296886817</id><published>2006-12-13T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T23:34:16.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After weeks of not updating, I'm finally here. Tests are over for this term and my mid-semester break starts next week though it will be a pseudo-holiday for me as I have to study for a lot of things. But for now, I shall give myself some time to slack.Well, about the wedding, it was smooth-sailing, alhamdulillah. As has been agreed with the cousins, I will not post pictures of the newly-weds </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116601615296886817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116601615296886817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116601615296886817' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-116452340927301075</id><published>2006-11-26T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T14:43:49.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have so many things on my mind at the moment, with endless tests and the wedding coming up. Plus the fact that my immune system decides to go against me now of all times. Let me see what tests I have coming up  - tmr is the start of week 7.Week 7Psychology ICAKine PractWeddingWeek 8Anatomy PractWeek 9Physiology ICAWeek 10-11(Break)Practise for EPA practCatch up on head and neck anatomyCatch up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116452340927301075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116452340927301075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116452340927301075' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-116377470255014925</id><published>2006-11-17T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T22:45:02.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It had been a really long day for me today - rise and shine at 530 to get ready for school. ah, the hassle of going to school when you are living at the other end of Singapore.Travelling does make you lethargic, which translates into not revising when you reach home, which in turn makes you really dumb and stupid among your friends who seem to know every single thing!So I ended school at about 12</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116377470255014925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116377470255014925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116377470255014925' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-116334646469042776</id><published>2006-11-12T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:21:03.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As usual, I spent the weekend visiting my relatives again. I just have too many relatives. But the visiting was not that badlah, as there were not that many houses to go to.On Saturday,I went to Cik Mansor's house. Shocking news was told and of course talking about the coming wedding. Then today, I went to Cik Meme's house. More food and satay to be eaten. And yes, I was hugely entertained by my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116334646469042776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116334646469042776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116334646469042776' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-116271186409527784</id><published>2006-11-05T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T15:31:04.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it has been a very busy weekend for me. on thursday night, my relative from the paternal side came over. No pictures for this one as I was just too tired that day, with classes ending at 6, and also my rashes which decided to appear again. On Friday, i went out with the physiotherapy students ie the seniors for jalan raya. I was the only year one student there, not that it mattered a lot. I have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116271186409527784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116271186409527784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116271186409527784' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-116246839828734972</id><published>2006-11-02T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T19:53:18.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know that entries have been sparse and few but I seriously do not have the time to update. School's really taking up most of my time nowadays, with so many things to read up and understand.well, hari raya celebrations have been okay. pictures will be put up soon, hopefully, if i have the ime to upload them. for now, i'm quite peeved that rashes have been appearing on my face, without any signs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116246839828734972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116246839828734972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116246839828734972' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-116151851267800473</id><published>2006-10-22T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T20:01:52.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one week of school has passed for me. it has been okay so far for me. timetable's always packed. no breaks in between except for lunch breaks, which brings me to the point that i'm unable to pray zuhur on tuesdays as my lunch break is from 12-1 and i end school at 4. but i hope asar gets later and later by the day. sch's been fine so far although there are a lot of readings to do. the lecturers </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116151851267800473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116151851267800473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116151851267800473' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-116063420947267244</id><published>2006-10-12T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T14:23:29.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterday, i woke up feeling all doemsticated and cleaned the windows,ironed and hanged the curtains,scrubbed the grime off the toilet walls and floor and cooked. haha...but the hall windows are still not cleaned yet. i'll leave that to my brothers to do that while i will iron the hall curtains. hmmm, that has always been my job every year - ironing the curtains.at night, i went to the geylang </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116063420947267244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116063420947267244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116063420947267244' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-116046861068598876</id><published>2006-10-10T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T16:23:30.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm supposed to be doing my work but look at what i'm doing...blogging and talking to my cousins over msn...discussing abt our brek-fast get-together and so many other things. suddenly, i can't wait for december to come even though i have school. that is of course the much awaited wedding of my dearest kak effa.and yes, i want to watch puteri gunung ledang too. why is it held for only 3 days...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116046861068598876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116046861068598876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116046861068598876' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-116038389277947061</id><published>2006-10-09T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T16:51:33.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i finally got to take a look at my timetable today.sch starts next week for me and yes, i feel so super lazy to go back to sch. i mean, it stumps me why i don't look forward to sch as much, as compared to my pri and secondary school days, maybe even my jc days. i guess it's the long trip to and from sch that really makes me feel really drained out.you know, it really sucks to be in poly because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116038389277947061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116038389277947061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116038389277947061' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-116019980920398829</id><published>2006-10-07T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T13:43:29.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's really hot newa as it's been debated that the song 'i dream' was not penned specially for singapore idol. instead, the song has been sung by leann rimes! hmmm, now this really questions the originality of singapore idol. so i guess 'u gave me wings'  was sung by somebody else too?u can take a look at the following videos. they sound so similar.now do you beleive it?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116019980920398829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/116019980920398829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116019980920398829' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-115952186660628974</id><published>2006-09-29T16:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T17:24:26.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i didn't sleep after sahur this morning..just could not get back to sleep. so followed my first sister who sent my 2nd sis to sch as she had bags of children's day gifts for her children. then we parked the car and went to te market near my house. act, it's more of us (my sis and i) having to change the sizes of the jeans that we bought last week. there is like a mini-bazaar near my house </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/115952186660628974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/115952186660628974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115952186660628974' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-115934406289964712</id><published>2006-09-27T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T16:01:02.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you ever felt so weak that you can't seem to do anything before? Cos i'm feeling it this very moment and you feel so powerless and lembik. I woke up, feeling dizzy and cold and well, i need panadol.no point breking my fast as i only have about four hours more to go...so wasted if i were to break my fast.oh clock, can u please move faster, pretty please? okay my bed is calling out to me even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/115934406289964712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/115934406289964712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115934406289964712' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-115925236238155410</id><published>2006-09-26T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T14:32:42.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's probably stale news by now but who cares.hady mirza won!!! haha. guess how many times i voted? 20. there goes my 12 bucks and the irony of all irony is that i didn't even watch the grand finals!! only the last part...the judges' comment when hady sang his last song. haha. i went for terawih prayers, okay...that's why i couldn't watch. i'm sure there's going to be a repeat telecast soon. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/115925236238155410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/115925236238155410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115925236238155410' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-115881853026956947</id><published>2006-09-21T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T14:02:10.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in a hotafternoon like this, masih ada jugak org yg hendak berkaraoke. some guy opposite my block is karaokee-ing with so much enthusiasm that it really amuses me.so is his voice nice? haha....u get the idea. currently, he's singing this malay song by jinbara - kasinya laila. he started out okay then kaboom....he couldn't reach all the high notes, so his voice broke halfway. it's really hilarious</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/115881853026956947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/115881853026956947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115881853026956947' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-115815763508063284</id><published>2006-09-13T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T22:34:42.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>from my two weeks attachment at a local hospital, i have learnt to be grateful and thankful to Allah that i'm born healthy.no birth defects, no diseases, no problems in my development. zilch. i really begin to look at things that i took for granted differently. walking is such an easy and no-brainer task for most of us but it's different when u see a child who can't even walk properly like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/115815763508063284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/115815763508063284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115815763508063284' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-115669065094824028</id><published>2006-08-27T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T23:00:12.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have lots to update,what with the exams over but i'm really not confident of my results. i will worry about that later. holidays are not starting for me yet..what with my clinicals starting soon, tmr actually. i got to meet up with my dearest jc classmates last sunday for ms huda's wedding. she looks super gorgeous but i did not take any pictures of the bride and groom. few pictures being taken</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/115669065094824028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/115669065094824028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115669065094824028' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-115514097992493260</id><published>2006-08-10T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T00:29:39.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there goes my holiday again spent without studying, as usual wit my exams only a few days away. can someone just shoot me just this moment? i'm really slacking, as if i'm doing so well in school. in actual fact, i'm seriously struggling in my studies. and i still have the cheek to slack. oh bother. nonetheless, i finally got to meet up with the odacians. it's really been a long long time since i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/115514097992493260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/115514097992493260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115514097992493260' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-115444809248193847</id><published>2006-08-01T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T00:01:32.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>life now sucks big time for me. not going well at all, what if the coming tests and exams. in abt 2 weeks i'll be sitting for my semestral exams, and i'm not even started...for everything. see howseriously screwed i am?let me tell you how busy i am with tests and exams. 2 tests this week-anatomy pract and shs which is really a no-brainer, in my opinion and to a lot of other people too. these two </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/115444809248193847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/115444809248193847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115444809248193847' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-115367121090887887</id><published>2006-07-23T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T00:13:30.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think i'm going insane - to actually skip in the middle of the night, do jumping jacks and carry weights to strengthen my arms which are super duper weak by the way.so now, i'm high due to exercise and high on briyani, satay, suji and brownies. seriously ate a lot just now, but that's to be expected during the weekly family gathering. i seldom eat in sch cos well, i'm just a fussy eater. but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/115367121090887887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/115367121090887887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115367121090887887' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-115357985792759316</id><published>2006-07-22T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T22:50:57.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it is just me or is there really the ocean to study? i'm so dead for my semestral exams which is in less than a month's time. there's so much to study for anatomy, kine, physiology, mandarin and sociology....and i'm super super behind time. there's attachement to think of after that. howells, come what may and i should really stop grumbling and get my ass down to mugging. why does it seem to me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/115357985792759316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/115357985792759316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115357985792759316' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-115246257577866468</id><published>2006-07-09T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T00:29:37.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had my first driving lesson just now and i seemed to be enjoying it. maybe it's just the first few lessons.i'm driving manual okay. dun play play. heh. one blunder of the day: i confidently did not bring my pdl to practical. so i had to run back to my house and take it. classic blurness.i went to my sister's graduation ceremony just now at nus. my sister and i had to sit outside, hmmm more like</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/115246257577866468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/115246257577866468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115246257577866468' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-115202556696852715</id><published>2006-07-04T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T23:06:07.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm so sad. why are all the cute and hot soccer players at this world cup going home early? first,there was my beloved roque santa cruz. okay i dun really know anyone else that's gone home from the world cup worth mentioning. kaka, perhaps. but at least there's philip lahm left. ooh, i like paolo maldini but too bad, he's retired from international football and did not even feature in this world </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/115202556696852715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/115202556696852715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115202556696852715' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-115172758943389356</id><published>2006-07-01T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T12:19:49.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i do not know how i survived this week but i did. with kine pract test, physiology test and the dreaded anatomy. i have to start studying full swing now. no more slacking and procrastinating. my brain is fully saturated with muscles and more muscles.another hectic week of school awaits. it's back to my normal, routine boring life for now. my life revolves around school and giving tuition. howells</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/115172758943389356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/115172758943389356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115172758943389356' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-115102179380648713</id><published>2006-06-23T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T08:16:33.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>someone complained to me yesterday that my blog is boring as there's no updates whatsoever. i guess she forgot that i'm really one busy girl-busy psychoing pple to spend. heh. anw, i'm meeting this soul later and gladly announce to her that i've already updated my blog due to her buggings. =)i finally finally passed my ftt after months of waiting. abt 3 mths.no thanks to have it pushed back </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/115102179380648713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/115102179380648713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115102179380648713' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-115028523060459194</id><published>2006-06-14T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T19:40:30.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the world cup fever is on. very the exciting, you. but bad at the same time. i haven't been studying and there's a long queue of tests waiting for me. first up will be my ftt. i really just hope i can pass and get my pdl so that i can take my practical lessons. since my sister's car arrived, i have been going out like no one's business. for good reasons of course. like boosting singaopre's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/115028523060459194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/115028523060459194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115028523060459194' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-114950641771459920</id><published>2006-06-05T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T19:21:44.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>howells, i'm all alone in sch waiting for my sis to fectch me from sch. apparently there's a traffic jam along tpe. and i always thought that there's hardly any jam along tpe. to while away time, i decided to switch on my laptop and yes, update this blog of mine. retail therapy is really nice isn't it? it can really lift up your mood in an instant.haha...now i'm practically a bankrupt. haha..yup </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/114950641771459920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/114950641771459920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114950641771459920' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-114925677617013375</id><published>2006-06-02T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T00:08:10.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i went to two weddings last weekend. my mum's cousin and kak effeana. well, i dun really go to weddings you know, but nenek wanted us to go. the reason was that we cousins never showed our faces at any weddings before as compared to the other cucus or granchildren from other neneks. so in a sense, my grandma is a bit seganlah.so yup when we there, the grandaunts were like commenting that they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/114925677617013375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/114925677617013375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114925677617013375' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-114865264966904283</id><published>2006-05-26T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T22:27:49.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>having a camera phone really makes u a narcissist. u tend to take pictures of yourself anywhere anytime of the day. heh..okay..testing the quality of the camera in my phone..../</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/114865264966904283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/114865264966904283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114865264966904283' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-114865239763780212</id><published>2006-05-26T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T22:06:37.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sch's really getting very stressful. i have a long queue of tests lined up, stacks of notes and pages and pages to be read. but i really do not know where to start. i'm very intimidated at the rate my classmates are studying. anatomy is so irritating, biomechanics is just..well...not my cup of tea. who the hell cares abt acceleration, dynamics, gait, balance, stability, etc.let me just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/114865239763780212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/114865239763780212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114865239763780212' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-114802723188687888</id><published>2006-05-19T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T16:30:14.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it has certainly been a long time. i guess the blog will be temporarily on a hiatus until i get and configure my laptop.sch's really getting stressed now. what with anatomy, physiolgy and kinesiology. not to mention sociology. mind-boggling. all of them. add to that, my classmates are really really diligent pple, compared to the slacker me. so u can imagine the position i'm in. pressure cooker. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/114802723188687888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/114802723188687888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114802723188687888' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-114663158712439638</id><published>2006-05-03T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T12:46:41.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3 weeks into school, yet i haven't updated much. simply because i dun have much to update i guess. all i can say about school is that it is definitrly getting hectic and i'm really behind in EVERYTHING! and i really mean it. howells, with tuition everyday of the week, there's simply no energy left for me to catch up with my studies. weekends, you say? they are set aside so that i can catch up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/114663158712439638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/114663158712439638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114663158712439638' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-114583578408040546</id><published>2006-04-24T07:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T07:43:04.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rise and shine everyone! It's a Monday morning(morning blues)! A new startt hey, i can gloat here a bit os my day oficially starts at 1205 for a 50 minute lecture. and then a 3 hour break before my next lesson. sungguh bacinkan jena tunggu lama-lama.i'm a bit agitated here cos i can't seem tobe able to register for my elective module. some shit abt the system not being set up yet. like whatever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/114583578408040546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/114583578408040546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114583578408040546' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-114430282508382073</id><published>2006-04-06T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T13:53:45.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no work today cos well, there's no work for us to do. haha. i'm not lying. so i'm going to spend my day in front of the computer before i head off for tuition in the afternoon. hoho. and i want to watch dimensi ke 4. i know i'm such a loser but i've never watched it before. selenge sekali. sungguh. spent the firs few hours of the day watching the arsenal-juventus match which turned out to be a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/114430282508382073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/114430282508382073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114430282508382073' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-114387812834587892</id><published>2006-04-01T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T15:55:28.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>phew! the weekends are finally here. i can't beleive i survived an entire week of work and tuition. and yes, it's every single day. i'm just taking the weekend for a much needed rest. going to meet up with the darling grils tonight. it's really getting to be a weekly thing, isn't it? and then on sunday, it's off to the airport, sending dearest ramya off to canada. such a lucky bugger. hah. to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/114387812834587892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/114387812834587892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114387812834587892' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-114327857583430953</id><published>2006-03-25T17:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T17:22:55.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there are so many things that i want to write about but nothing comes to my head. or rather, i'm just too tired and lazy to write out everything here. maybe it's just the time factor. i just do not have time, not even for myself. first that comes to my mind is rejection. u see my scholarship application was not approved. rejected and i do feel dejected like a girl who is unwanted. haha macam anak</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/114327857583430953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/114327857583430953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114327857583430953' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-114327856842057272</id><published>2006-03-25T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T17:22:48.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there are so many things that i want to write about but nothing comes to my head. or rather, i'm just too tired and lazy to write out everything here. maybe it's just the time factor. i just do not have time, not even for myself. first that comes to my mind is rejection. u see my scholarship application was not approved. rejected and i do feel dejected like a girl who is unwanted. haha macam anak</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/114327856842057272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/114327856842057272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114327856842057272' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-114239791728436375</id><published>2006-03-15T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T12:45:17.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have been sleeping and eating non-stop since the holidays started that i think i've put on 35kg. hah. seriously, the only thing i ever do is sleep and eat, other than watching tv, indulging myself in a good book like the basic theory book. my test is on thurs and i'm just so lazy to read it. it gets very boring, if u know what i mean.yesterday i went out with my mum sis and brothers. and i wish</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/114239791728436375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/114239791728436375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114239791728436375' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-114214727105846649</id><published>2006-03-12T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T15:07:51.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have to say that i'm so proud of myself for not succumbing to the temptation of taking a cab home from simpang bedok last night. *pats self on the back*.first step in saving money.it has been an enjoyable day yesterday, spending the day with the girls and one guy, exploring the western side of singapore, namely boon lay and clementi, for the ntu and nus open houses.to top it off, the day ended </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/114214727105846649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/114214727105846649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114214727105846649' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-114144093476111967</id><published>2006-03-04T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T10:55:34.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay, application to Nanyang Polytechnic: SENT! only online though. now i have to photocopy all my result slips plus cca records plus testimonials and what nots and post it to them. so finally, the day that i have been dreading came. it was anit-climatic, to me at least. i mean it waas really the end of my jc life when the result slip was in my hand. the two years where i had slogged my ass off, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/114144093476111967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/114144093476111967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114144093476111967' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-113989281532103513</id><published>2006-02-14T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T12:53:35.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just read an e-mail from a very very old friend of mine. okay, not that old, but a primary school friend of mine. and yes, i was quite shocked by the email. and surpise surprise, she has the same interests as me. life is so unpredictable and so full of possibilities, isn't it?seriously, i've not met anyone who is interested in going to a polytechinic after completing one's a levels (other than </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/113989281532103513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/113989281532103513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113989281532103513' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-113955140149123527</id><published>2006-02-10T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T14:03:21.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my brief relief teaching stint in chai chee sec has come to an end but i think i'll be back there again in abt two weeks' time. i have to say that i was quite apprehensive at first as i would be mostly teaching upper sec and i do not know how the students will be like. for your info, chai chee sec has definitely more boys than girls. the students proved to be very pleasant. noisy, stubborn, lazy(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/113955140149123527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/113955140149123527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113955140149123527' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-113894334651075142</id><published>2006-02-03T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T13:09:06.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i have started teaching tuition. three students. pri 6, sec 3 and sec 4. i would say that it's quite a challenge to teach and i will embrace it and try to do my best, imparting my knowledge to them. at least i will have a decent income coming in, plus i got a relief-teaching job for four days, teaching malay. hmm, alhamdulillah, it's just my rezeki, i guess. and yes, i do intend to continue </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/113894334651075142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/113894334651075142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113894334651075142' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-113862455308523703</id><published>2006-01-30T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T20:35:53.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it had been a fun-filled weekend for me. the barbecue cum sleepover dinally materialised. plans to go to sentosa for the bbq was forfeited and we had it at kak efah's place instead. i practically fasted the whole of saturday so that i can eat a lot. as u can anticipate, i was so downright famished that i had the honour of being the first to eat the spaghetti. so we had the usual hotdogs, fishball</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/113862455308523703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/113862455308523703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113862455308523703' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263699.post-113842321930016692</id><published>2006-01-28T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T12:40:19.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finally, the much anticipated long weekend has come!! but i guess it'll be a lil bit boring as most of the shops will be closed which translates into having nowhere to go, except the beach. and going to the beach is equals to going to geylang as many malay families will be there, enjoying the holidays, with the sun, sand and sea. but i will be busy for these two days nonetheless. a sleepover with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/113842321930016692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263699/posts/default/113842321930016692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silmarwencarnesir.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113842321930016692' title=''/><author><name>Fathiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16113367453444613461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
