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Salut. The name is Ivy. She gets a year older every 18th November. Butterflies aren't really on her List of Nice Things. She loves her BFFs and TENNIS :D. Okay, and she doesn't know what else to say so she will stop here.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

SO so so beautiful.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/health/3313452/The-man-who-keeps-falling-in-love-with-his-wife.html

But then. OMG my MIC is screwed. For the first time in a long long time I feel terrified. I think I might actually fail this module for real. I would hate hate hate for that to happen, i just hope I manage to pass. ):

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

6 Important Life Lessons

by FunCage.com on Wednesday, April 13, 2011 at 12:17am

Lesson 1: Naked Wife

A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower when the doorbell rings. The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs. When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next door neighbor. Before she says a word, Bob says, “I’ll give you $800 to drop that towel.” After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob.

After a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 dollars and leaves. The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs. When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks,…

“Who was that?” “It was Bob the next door neighbor,” she replies. “Great!” the husband says, “Did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?”

Moral of the story:

If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.

Lesson 2

A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp. They rub it and a Genie comes out. The Genie says, “I’ll give each of you just one wish” “Me first! Me first!” says the administration clerk. “I want to be in the Bahamas, driving a speedboat, without a care in the world.” Poof! She’s gone. “Me next! Me next!” says the sales rep. “I want to be in Hawaii,relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life.” Poof! He’s gone. “OK, you’re up,” the Genie says to the manager. The manager says, “I want those two back in the office after lunch.”

Moral of the story: Always let your boss have the first say.

Lesson 3

A priest offered a lift to a Nun. She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg. The priest nearly had an accident. After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg. The nun said,”Father, remember Psalm 129?” The priest removed his hand. But,changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again. The nun once again said, “Father, remember Psalm 129?” The priest apologized “Sorry sister but the flesh is weak.” Arriving at the convent, the nun went on her way. On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129. It said, “Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory.”

Moral of the story: If you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a great opportunity.

Lesson 4

A crow was sitting on a tree, doing nothing all day. A rabbit asked him,”Can I also sit like you and do nothing all day long?” The crow answered: “Sure, why not.” So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the crow, and rested.

A fox jumped on the rabbit and ate it.

Moral of the story: To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very high up.

Lesson 5: Power of Charisma

A turkey was chatting with a bull “I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree,” sighed the turkey, but I haven’t got the energy.” “Well, why don’t you nibble on my droppings?” replied the bull. “They’re packed with nutrients.” The turkey pecked at a lump of dung and found that it gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch. Finally after a fourth night, there he was proudly perched at the top of the tree. Soon he was spotted by a farmer, who shot the turkey out of the tree.

Moral of the story: Bullshit might get you to the top, but it wont keep you there.

Lesson 6

A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field. While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him. As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was. The dung was actually thawing him out! He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy. A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.

Moral of the story:

1. Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy

2. Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend

3. And when you’re in deep shit, it’s best to keep your mouth shut!


Thursday, April 14, 2011

I think I forgot to mention; I dreamt of Josh Groban leading me and a bunch of other (insignificant) people to some secluded and exclusive park. It was AWESOME.

Hehe. I'm going for my sponsorship/scholarship (if I manage to get good grades that is), with my distant relative and a client of his acting as our guarantor. And I'm so gad I'm not a lone at least; I have Cheryl Alina and Jessica with me. Heh.

And zomg, Irish singers are really really good. Check out Great Lake Swimmers. <3

Of course nothing beats lisahannigan zomgsheisthemostawesomesingeronearth.

(And yes, I'm still mooning over her version of Moon River.)

Monday, April 11, 2011
Lisa Hannigan : Moon River (Live - Other Voices 2011)HD


Oh gosh. Moon River is officially my new favourite song of all time. <3 Love her ttm seriously.

Gosh, I'm 10minutes into Monday ): Well at least I managed to do a bit of studying today before I crashed.

Damn those zara basic tops. Saturday Saturday shopping with Jessica! I can't wait to go spend a bit of money teehee <3 A bit of retail therapy to get me going full speed ahead for finals. HIGH HIGH HIGH CAP. HERE WE GO.

(:

P.S. I pray and hope moms prolonged constipation doesn't turn out to be some big major problem. I hope nothing serious comes out of it. Too much good have been happening, I don't feel very good ever since the JGH offer came. Shall call them up tmr and see.

Sunday, April 03, 2011

Maybe I just wanna find a house that radiates Mr.Bean or Robin.S's apartment vibes, those old english or dim cosy feel, with a nice old TV, and someone who I can imagine going home to watch old reruns of The Simpsons with.


I'm churning out my:
-Journal Synthesis for Psychology
-Reflections/Journals for the past weeks throughout the entire module
-My Relaxation video
I have utterly no mood to do, despite waking up from a 12-hour sleep (the first sleep I had more than 6 hours in a long long time.) No doubt it was kickass, but it also killed my brain. Perhaps posting here a bout my thoughts would make it easier for me.

Clinical posting for medical-surgical starts for two weeks tomorrow, at NUH.
Gosh I enjoyed my previous attachments thoroughly of course, my patients were a huge motivation, and I was lucky to have yenyen with me in the same ward. But now we are thrown into different wards, and I think different shifts too, but no worries I have meihong for all same shifts! And some other classmates, some of whom I really don't mind, but others are really vocal (-.-). Not that I am against them personally or whatever, but you know. Just don't...click.

Anyway. My main worry is that I will not be as competent as the others when it comes to performing a certain task. Everyone says not to compare yourself with others, but it is an inevitable thing to do; there will always be some form of pitching of certain individuals against others. It serves as great motivation, of course; I should probably stop here and instill this as the only result of comparison.

Two weeks of medsurg. I habe no idea what skills to apply. I don't know whether the CI will be nice. I don't know if the company will be good, or if I will make blunders, or if I meet angsty patients.

All is fine, I'll panick again at night. For now, it's back to the damned journals.

Monday, March 21, 2011











Sunday, March 06, 2011

I found this on Jocelyn's blog and somehow it just struck some chord in me; impactful to me. SOMEHOW.

'I have decided that maybe I want to write when I grow up. I just don't know what I would write.'