<?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-12240731</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:40:46.607Z</updated><category term='shoes'/><category term='internal clock'/><category term='ZooZa'/><category term='used'/><category term='smile brown sugar'/><category term='smile'/><category term='stezsie'/><category term='sunny'/><category term='gym'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='pickup'/><category term='photoblog'/><category term='Ophthalmology'/><category term='Change'/><category term='Sumi'/><category term='packing'/><category term='Christian'/><category term='headache'/><category term='training'/><category term='Carol Wimmer'/><category term='Open Mic'/><category term='attachments'/><title type='text'>destination: unknown</title><subtitle type='html'>Your word is a lamp for my feet and a light for my path. [Ps 119:105]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-425273494027763959</id><published>2009-04-25T15:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T15:44:43.945+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Realization hits...</title><content type='html'>I have such a whiny, whingy blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-425273494027763959?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/425273494027763959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=425273494027763959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/425273494027763959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/425273494027763959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2009/04/realization-hits.html' title='Realization hits...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-8712675263992892541</id><published>2009-04-25T15:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T15:43:41.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And then things are all OK again when we hang out. And I feel like a jerk for over-thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a walking contradiction a lot of the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-8712675263992892541?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/8712675263992892541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=8712675263992892541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/8712675263992892541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/8712675263992892541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-then-things-are-all-ok-again-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-167381787012540810</id><published>2009-04-25T13:32:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T14:14:15.011+01:00</updated><title type='text'>April 09</title><content type='html'>Long time since my last post... Tis the way things go sometimes - well, a lot of the time. But that's alright. No one reads my blog anyway, and its more like an outlet than anything else. Facebook and twitter make it so easy to keep in touch, so blogs are kind of out these days =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another recurring theme in my life - fair weather friends. Friends who are friends for a season. I'm starting to wonder if there is something wrong with ME. You know that when something keeps happening to you - and you keep finding you're the victim, its time to examine yourself. I think I'm a pretty good friend. Which is my problem, maybe I'm not as good as I think I am. I've been hurt so many times by so many different people who I thought were good friends of mine, I wonder what it is I do to repel them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes its misunderstandings, other times its just "growing apart"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Reading a situation wrong.&lt;br /&gt;- Taking things to heart, taking offense.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unforgiveness&lt;/span&gt;. Putting up walls so you don't get hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;- Not taking time out to spend with that friend.&lt;br /&gt;- Being too busy. Not being understanding about people's schedules.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Being hard hearted&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- Realizing certain friendships are so one-sided.&lt;br /&gt;- Not bothering to care because you got bored with dealing with the same problems over and over again. And then realizing I care too much - but that my opinions/advice don't matter one bit. Well, what do I know anyway - I'm just a random person you decided to call your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my perception is severely skewed. Maybe I've changed? Maybe I've grown out of some friendships and I don't bother - don't give a damn. Which is so unlike me. But if you don't want to work on this friendship, why should I keep trying to make it work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful for the friendships I have that I know will last a lifetime. The ones that won't change - even without seeing each other for years. The ones who think of you often, and keep you in their prayers - and vice versa. The ones who I'll be sitting with when I'm an old grandmother =) I love you guys - you know who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-167381787012540810?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/167381787012540810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=167381787012540810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/167381787012540810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/167381787012540810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-09.html' title='April 09'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-6974019352219376935</id><published>2008-06-16T18:38:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T19:39:10.852+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate goodbyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFayuI9DvwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4ttbcibNAR0/s1600-h/Cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212550124475236098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFayuI9DvwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4ttbcibNAR0/s200/Cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFayudLjZpI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3JlVzIl5a3o/s1600-h/Lil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212550129904739986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFayudLjZpI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3JlVzIl5a3o/s200/Lil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dreaded it all week, and this morning it happened. This morning, &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/greeneyesnine"&gt;Cat&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://leannak.wordpress.com/"&gt;Leanna &lt;/a&gt; left. They've left Ireland for good, to go back to their families and friends in America. It was one of the most difficult goodbyes I've ever had to say. Wait, no. It was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; most difficult goodbye. I've been comforting myself with the fact that its not goodbye for ever, its just goodbye for now, but it's just not going to be the same without them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, I'm trying to stay in denial , but I know it won't last. It's already starting to fade. This week, I won't get to text or call Leanna. This Friday, I won't see either of them in cell group. Sunday, I won't see them in church, or get to go have lunch with them. In 2 weeks time, when An Tobar Nua is back to business, I won't get to see them when I stop by - no more smiles, no more hugs from the best hugger I know, I won't hear Leanna say "Who are you?!" or get to play with Cat's darts... There's more, but I might end up in a puddle of tears. What can I say, I'm going to miss you guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from feeling like there are Cat and Leanna-sized holes in my heart, I have to say that I am sooo thankful for having them in my life, the friendship, the joy and the memories we shared - Our God is an awesome God, He's been blessing me again and again with amazing friends :) I'm going to look back, and think of you, and my heart will smile, and well up with love. You both have blessed my life so richly, just by being your very unique and loving selves :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boldbean, out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-6974019352219376935?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/6974019352219376935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=6974019352219376935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/6974019352219376935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/6974019352219376935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-hate-goodbyes.html' title='I hate goodbyes'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFayuI9DvwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4ttbcibNAR0/s72-c/Cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-2033154757081021134</id><published>2008-06-11T23:29:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T00:05:37.441+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Woah..</title><content type='html'>Half the year's done and only one post so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new season in my life - one where I need to be serious about studying, and very separate from that learning how to be a good doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One where there is a lot of uncertainty, I don't know where I will be going to work after I graduate. I don't know what I want to be &lt;em&gt;when I grow up&lt;/em&gt;. Sure I'll be called a "doctor" but what am I going to do with the position that I've been placed in? Save me God, from being just another employee who works without a purpose, who works for the sake of working. There is so much more in You, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A season of transformation, there is a lot that needs working out - attitudes and behaviours that are no longer wanted or needed. A season of brokenness and humility. A season of confession, change and commitment. A season of the revival of my spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year has quickly dissipated, not without its share of ups and downs, joys and sorrows - but always with God's love and favour shining through. I will share a little more, a little later :) But for now, I'll sign off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking in His favour,&lt;br /&gt;Stacey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-2033154757081021134?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/2033154757081021134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=2033154757081021134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/2033154757081021134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/2033154757081021134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2008/06/woah.html' title='Woah..'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-2285495087774956921</id><published>2008-02-27T23:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-27T23:16:29.826Z</updated><title type='text'>To start where I left off..</title><content type='html'>I think I use this blog as a kind of therapeutic outlet. It may seem at times like my life is full of bad things? But its really not, its usually great! Minus the times I get slightly upset, and maybe slightly dramatic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly feeling like a tissue box. But close enough: Who's going to be there for the person who always tries to there for everyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what happens. I think what happens is that I end up feeling like my heart aches. I don't think I should have a pity party for myself, not right now anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be better tomorrow :)&lt;br /&gt;My heart will heal, I have a Healer.&lt;br /&gt;I will get comfort - I have a great Comforter.&lt;br /&gt;And I have the Bestest Friend anyone could ever ask for :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-2285495087774956921?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/2285495087774956921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=2285495087774956921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/2285495087774956921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/2285495087774956921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-start-where-i-left-off.html' title='To start where I left off..'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-6019118873759206788</id><published>2007-12-20T00:08:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-06-11T23:57:54.580+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't decide where I want to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;To be carefree again&lt;br /&gt;Weight of the world&lt;br /&gt;Off my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind wanders to&lt;br /&gt;Streets long ago&lt;br /&gt;Places afar off&lt;br /&gt;People and smiles&lt;br /&gt;Laughter and the times&lt;br /&gt;Being together, close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I stopped, reminiscing&lt;br /&gt;Stopped wishing, wanting&lt;br /&gt;I might realise the beauty&lt;br /&gt;The joy and love I have&lt;br /&gt;And the potential of&lt;br /&gt;Right here and now&lt;/bl&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just need to get away for a little while..&lt;br /&gt;To a place, I don't know where.. But in a very fast car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-6019118873759206788?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/6019118873759206788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=6019118873759206788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/6019118873759206788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/6019118873759206788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-cant-decide-where-i-want-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-5100547951825773727</id><published>2007-10-27T11:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T23:24:41.667+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='used'/><title type='text'>Ever feel like..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;You've been used? Kinda hurts my heart when I realise I've been used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not trying to blow my own horn or anything. But I think I'd be the sort of person you could rely on to be there for you when you're going through crap. I know that when I am there for someone, I really am there. I feel as sad as they do, as angry, as stressed out, and depressed. You name it - I feel it with you. I go out of my way to help them through and make them laugh or smile again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when its all over and things are all honky dory... What happens then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes find myself booted out of that person's life. Everything's just dandy now, so they get back to living their lives. Doing what they used to before the crisis happened. And continue living their lives without me. Use me like a tissue and throw me out with the trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts a lot. You'd think that after you go through something so huge that you'd be closer as friends or that you'd make more of an effort to hang out and stuff. But no.. I hate it when I come to this point and realise that I've been used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they then associate being with me to the time that we went through together? That makes a little sense, but not enough. Maybe its that I'm only good at one thing; that I'm a good shoulder? Maybe, maybe, maybe... Maybe someone could enlighten me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a crappy feeling but.. Sure, this isn't the first time and I don't think it's going to be the last time or that there's ever going to be a last time. I love my friends more than enough to be there for them, doesn't matter what happens after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel like a tissue box.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's gonna happen when I run out of tissues? I hope that day never comes. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-5100547951825773727?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/5100547951825773727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=5100547951825773727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/5100547951825773727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/5100547951825773727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2007/10/ever-feel-like.html' title='Ever feel like..'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-9074386168448830862</id><published>2007-10-23T22:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T22:12:58.000+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Who likes change? I don't really, but I think it is necessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes change is for the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;though it can be painful&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes change is for the worst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how&lt;/strong&gt; does this end up being so easy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you see change coming, and you try to stop it&lt;br /&gt;but it only gets here &lt;strong&gt;faster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes think there isn't change&lt;br /&gt;but it comes and stays and you&lt;br /&gt;only realise its presence in &lt;strong&gt;retrospect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you try to make change happen&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;only rarely are you successful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the times you are successful...&lt;br /&gt;You could be left with the &lt;strong&gt;maybe&lt;/strong&gt; of whether&lt;br /&gt;you really wanted the change to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is &lt;strong&gt;no change&lt;/strong&gt; there will be &lt;strong&gt;no growth&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And if there is &lt;strong&gt;no growth, you will exact no change.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go - the epiphany of my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-9074386168448830862?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/9074386168448830862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=9074386168448830862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/9074386168448830862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/9074386168448830862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2007/10/change_23.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-7219998553416717990</id><published>2007-10-22T17:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T17:55:24.289+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Phewww...</title><content type='html'>Got my first presentation done today (of my research project).. Lasted about 15-20 minutes :) The conference room was pretty full up with nurses, phlebotomists, radiologists, final med students and Dr. Dunne and Prof. O'Brien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda mumbled through my 21 slides and yeah :) It went well I thought.. Got some words of encouragement from both Prof. O'Brien and Dr. Dunne.. Was happy enough with that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh! And I'm doing a parachute jump! (For charity..) I have to raise €520 before February/March.. And so far I have €111 :) So, a fifth of the way there! Wheeeeee! Anyone want to sponsor me? The money raised will go to the &lt;a href="http://vsa.nuigalway.ie/"&gt;VSA &lt;/a&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, random muscles have been twitching non-stop. RANDOM. There's a tiny muscle twitching behind my right knee at this very moment, and during the day I've had my triceps muscle twitch on more than 2 occasions. What's with all the twitchiness :( I don't like being twitchy :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-7219998553416717990?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/7219998553416717990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=7219998553416717990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/7219998553416717990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/7219998553416717990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2007/10/phewww.html' title='Phewww...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-5331422368111513812</id><published>2007-10-20T00:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T00:39:38.774+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Mr. A!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/Rxk_rxXDFsI/AAAAAAAAACw/Nuvyg75IiiU/s1600-h/CIMG6795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123196072327583426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/Rxk_rxXDFsI/AAAAAAAAACw/Nuvyg75IiiU/s200/CIMG6795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think tonight could have been any more fun than it was! I went for my first "young adults meeting" its a new small group - for yes.. young adults! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a random mish-mash of different personalities! But we all got along!! All 20 of us :) Some Irish folk, some Americans, a few Malaysians and a Singaporean :) Only God could have brought all of us together like He did and let us get along so well :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night started off pretty quiet - all of us not really knowing each other (well the An Tobar Nua crew knew themselves) but at the end of the night.. It was just MADNESS I tell ya.. MADNESS. Jumping off stools, longboarding around the cafe, dance offs on the tiny stage.. And to think.. It all started with humble tea and biscuits :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esther reminded me of what we prayed for aaaaaaaaaaaages ago :) We prayed exactly for a group like this when we first met 3 years ago - and lookie! 3 years later - answered prayer :) We're all here and together for a reason in this season :) I can't wait to find out what the reason is! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 songs that I can't get outta my head..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbye Mr. A! by the Hoosiers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123193757340210850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/Rxk9lBXDFqI/AAAAAAAAACg/SC6TP0BRSbM/s200/46ea5a63cabd5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Apologize by OneRepublic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123194740887721650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/Rxk-eRXDFrI/AAAAAAAAACo/YxXV07d9qyY/s200/h23328bwo3n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ooh! It's my brother's birthday today :) Happy birthday my brovva..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-5331422368111513812?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/5331422368111513812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=5331422368111513812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/5331422368111513812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/5331422368111513812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2007/10/goodbye-mr.html' title='Goodbye Mr. A!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/Rxk_rxXDFsI/AAAAAAAAACw/Nuvyg75IiiU/s72-c/CIMG6795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-2143924954467890253</id><published>2007-10-18T14:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T15:06:39.710+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ophthalmology'/><title type='text'>So..</title><content type='html'>Dr. Harney is a legend! I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wanna be an opththalmologist now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Argyll-Robertson Pupil; like a prostitute - accomodates but doesn't react.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was giving us a tutorial keratitis today.. She told us about when she gave birth to her second child and the baby's eye was stuck (Gonococcal opththalmae neonatorum - a complication of gonorrhoea) and Prof. Loftus, our current Dean, holding the baby and looking at her. How embarrassing would that be if that was what the baby had :P Turns out the baby had a blocked lacrimal gland..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that brought her to another story :P When she was doing bacteriology as a student, they all had to do throat swabs on each other. One of her classmates (who's now working in the hospital) got a call from Dr. Corbett-Feeney; saying he had Group B Strep in his throat... Group B Strep is normal flora of the female genital tract :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are funny stories right? Haha.. Maybe only to med students? I don't know.. I thought they were hilarious - and so did the rest of the class ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the reason I wanna do ophthalmology :P Wait.. Do I really want to? It does seem fun :) And I could try my hand at teaching as well - I'm so inspired :) She's such a great teacher.. And you get to use lasers!! Blip! Blip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, time to get back to studying - I got my ophthalmology exam tomorrow :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-2143924954467890253?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/2143924954467890253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=2143924954467890253' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/2143924954467890253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/2143924954467890253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2007/10/so.html' title='So..'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-2023000143041895462</id><published>2007-10-15T19:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T19:41:52.984+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanity</title><content type='html'>I don't know what it was that was the trigger. Just been a random day. Just feel like I'm tired of it all, like everything was pointless and useless. That feeling's kinda waned at this point, but it was odd that I felt that way. I spent all afternoon looking at different things I could do - I have a 4 day weekend coming up and I just want to run away from it all. From the busyness and the laziness of my life, with old and new things that stress me out, the elation and the depression, the weight of the world on my shoulders. Old friends that come and go, new friends, "used-to-be" friends. Messing up, cleaning up. Studying for exams, sitting exams. Learning new things, forgetting old things. Getting new skills, letting old ones rust. Do you see the vanity? Everything's done in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it - I still am feeling quite random. And I do still want to run away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-2023000143041895462?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/2023000143041895462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=2023000143041895462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/2023000143041895462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/2023000143041895462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2007/10/vanity.html' title='Vanity'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-3851307231606789687</id><published>2007-10-03T11:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T12:14:01.558+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know..</title><content type='html'>Could I be more bored than I am right now? I don't think so... Thought that if I stayed in the CSI I would at least get some work done, but I've been free for the past hour an a half - and no work has been done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a story I got read yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There was once a girl, who's confused and damaged. She spends all day in the room watching stars on the ceiling, and flying in a forest of sand, looking and looking. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She doesn't know. Maybe answers, or maybe more questions. Yeah, she'd prefer more questions. But she knows that once she finds what she's looking for, her life is over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day, when she's in the forest, she saw a lake. It was shining and glistening so brightly that both the sun and moon slumbers in it. She smiles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She went to the lake, took off her shoes slowly. She looked at herself in the reflection. She saw a beautiful face, a radiant being. She wiped her cheeks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wiping away maybe tears, maybe sorrow. She's thinking, why can't others see this beauty? why do others make me escape to this realm, to hide my presence among the breaths of earth?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The story intrigues me.. Can't wait to hear the rest! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-3851307231606789687?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/3851307231606789687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=3851307231606789687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/3851307231606789687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/3851307231606789687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-dont-know.html' title='I don&apos;t know..'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-6066561353833505277</id><published>2007-09-28T14:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T14:52:55.289+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Open Mic'/><title type='text'>Open Mic Nite!</title><content type='html'>So, I sang last night. And it was awesome! Haha, not self-praising.. I'm talkin bout the experience.. A bar full of people and me, with a guitar and a mic and my hair put up into a multicoloured mohawk. Awesomeness! I sang "Spiderpig" (from the Simpsons movie for the many people who didn't know :P), "Crazy" by Gnarls Barkley, the chorus of "Rehab" and "Sugar, we're goin' down" by Fall Out Boy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was soooooo nervous goin up. My knees were kinda goin weak, and my mouth was goin dry.. The sound system wasn't great so I couldn't hear myself sing - all I could hear was my guitar :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I get up there and put the guitar on, and start playing a chord :P And people started cheering - but wait! I hadn't adjusted the mic yet - so I had to stop playing. And the cheering stopped.. Anywho.. I adjusted my mic - with Steve's help and got on my way singing.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I half mumbled the first song :P Kinda shocked at the sound of my own voice - it looked like the crowd went quiet.. "Is my singing that bad?!" Haha.. Hope not.. Anyway the adrenaline kicked in and I just got into performing :) Sang the rest of my songs, and people sang along :) Most my friends and classmates have never heard me sing/play the guitar before so.. Yeah.. I got my ego stroked - ALOT. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115252231506311762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/Rv0GzYN1OlI/AAAAAAAAACY/XwG_U_AVXxw/s200/CIMG6577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Whenever I think of it - I can still feel the adrenaline buzz! Can't wait for next year! I have to start thinking of what songs to sing now :P Haha, plenty of time to practice ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-6066561353833505277?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/6066561353833505277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=6066561353833505277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/6066561353833505277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/6066561353833505277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2007/09/open-mic-nite.html' title='Open Mic Nite!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/Rv0GzYN1OlI/AAAAAAAAACY/XwG_U_AVXxw/s72-c/CIMG6577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-8296008436192112339</id><published>2007-08-31T08:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T16:59:33.355+01:00</updated><title type='text'>One week to go..</title><content type='html'>And I'll be back in Galway, with a weekend to go before starting 5th year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, its pretty scary! Its the last year I have before I'm expected to know almost everything, being a Final Med Student. I also have a research paper to complete before the 21st of September (my Mummy's birthday!) So yeah.. Its gonna be busy when I get back, plus my parents and my brother will be coming along to Galway as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I come home to KL, I find it easier and easier to leave. Its not something I really like, its just, a thing I've noticed. Galway is becoming the place I live my life, the place I'm starting to call home. I don't want to call it home, because my definition of home has always been where my family is. And my family is here? But things are changing this year. My brother is heading back with me - he's goin to be studying in the UK.. And my parents and my youngest brother might be moving to Vietnam. And I don't think I'd call Vietnam home, so.. I'm going to be confused with where "home" is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holiday at home so far has been filled with trips to One Utama, procrastinating writing my paper, eating good good food, shopping, shopping, shopping, playing with my brothers (yes, playing outside, running here and there, jumping around, sliding down slides - wheeeeee!), feeding my dogs treats making them happy and tail-waggly :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-8296008436192112339?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/8296008436192112339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=8296008436192112339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/8296008436192112339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/8296008436192112339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-week-to-go.html' title='One week to go..'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-1879027632475405318</id><published>2007-08-11T13:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T13:47:39.307+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Again..</title><content type='html'>Its been ages.. I think my last post was bout 4 months ago? Since then, we got done with exams, moved from 3 the Rookery to "Rumah Merah", said bye to Annie, said hello to Flavian, summer research project started and ended but still not completed, went through 2 rented cars, crashed into a tree in a bush for the fun of it (not one that was rented), twisted both my ankles, hyperextended my shoulder, grazed my knee, got 2 huge-ass bruises, all from jumping around outside with Che, hmmm what else happened... Well we stayed a night in Dublin for the BudLight Revue Comedy Festival... Yeah... That's my summer in Galway in a nutshell! Back at home now, kicking back, getting way too lazy... I sit and watch TV even when there's nothing to watch, and there's usually nothing to watch. Today I thought I'd do something different, so here I am posting a blog :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-1879027632475405318?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/1879027632475405318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=1879027632475405318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/1879027632475405318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/1879027632475405318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2007/08/again.html' title='Again..'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-1794802257242174877</id><published>2007-05-26T10:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T11:32:54.772+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ZooZa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sumi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='packing'/><title type='text'>Long time no blog!</title><content type='html'>Part of the reason being that my laptop died :( and also, its kinda hard trying to write a blog in a public place? As in the computer suites, where the screens are big enough that people who pass by or look over can read what you've written... So no blogs for that reason, oh yeah, we were having exams too! One last one on Monday, medicine MCQ. Oh wait, and the forensics oral on the 31st - if I get picked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we've been a busy busy house over here. Everyone trying to get stuff packed so we can be out of this house by the 30th... Zool's the first one to get everything done, Esther and I are pretty close behind... Sheila and Zaidan finally got their car back :) So they can zoom onwards as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I have got:&lt;br /&gt;- 15 medium sized boxes&lt;br /&gt;- 2 large boxes&lt;br /&gt;- 2 duffel bags&lt;br /&gt;- 1 guitar case&lt;br /&gt;- 1 suitcase&lt;br /&gt;- 1 hand luggage bag&lt;br /&gt;- numerous little boxes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still have 2 tables, 2 book racks, one shoe rack, and a whole kitchen cupboard full of things to pack... Hopefully all will be sorted and moved by the 30th :D Cos on the 31st - Ang and I are going to Kilkenny! Yayyyy :) We're going for the Cat Laughs Festival :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I'm so sad we don't get to stay with Zool (and our perpetual house guest - Afza) next year... It's been loads of good times - great times actually! Them cooking, me eating! Haha, I don't know how I'd have survived had they not offered me food whenever they cooked. I would probably miss food from home a lot more if they didn't! Also, I think I would have failed certain subjects had they not been here to study with me. I get so relaxed when I study alone sometimes, and I get too lenient with myself so that I end up studying really really slowly, with loads of breaks in between. But seeing them studying, I feel the need to study. And I have that teeny bit of pressure that I need to really concentrate :) I love them so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things do get crazy when we hang out. Random, loud shouts ensue - each person trying to give Afza or Sumi a fright. It works on Afza maybe 50% of the time, but on Sumi? You get a much higher success rate ;) Its fun scaring people. I remember for Sumi's birthday we all hid in her room while she was in the shower, and she came out went into her room and got a little surprise trifle :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have some crazy videos too - some taken without them noticing I was taking a video! 2 makcik's talking on my bed, someone trying to turn around in my wheelie chair and falling off it, someone waffle-waffling at someone else's bum bum, someone wearing my bag as a hat and talking like Phua Chu Kang, someone dancing around thinking I was going to take a picture, ALL of us taking turns to "stand" on our heads on Sumi's bed, in Sumi's small room, and Sumi trying to do it - ALL WRONG by the way... HILARIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bop-it games. Pretending to sleep whenever anyone entered a room - regardless of what they were doing at the time, for example Afza walking to the toilet and Zool watching a move on his laptop (I enter the room) and Zool looks at me shouts "Sleep! Sleep!" and Afza "falls asleep" standing up leaning against the wall and he does the same wherever he is. It may not sound funny - but it is SO FUNNY. Makes me feel kinda unwanted at times, haha, but it's just funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also &lt;s&gt;cram&lt;/s&gt; study for exams together. Those were the times! Playfully telling each other off for making &lt;em&gt;noise &lt;/em&gt;(turning a page or moving around).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random trips to Tesco and the Mediterranean store... I'm gonna miss grocery shopping with them! They taught me how to "not-buy-expensive-things" :) And I now cook more often because I learnt that bringing a lunch to school saves me SO MUCH MONEY - that I learnt from ZooZa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else do we get up to? Oh yeah, we watched Friends! We got to the final episode of the final season, and we all got so emotional - cos we were moving out too! "Appletiser with Friends" is now "Peartiser with Friends"! Peartiser sounds so weird! At least Appletiser sounds like appetiser, Peartiser doesn't! As well, after almost 3 years of Appletiser being the sponsor. Weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watch Heroes together :) And, people get bad dreams together after watching it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also imitate Sumi - &lt;strong&gt;especially&lt;/strong&gt; when she's not around - we do it cos we miss her when she's not! Plus it's fun to do ;) Hehe.. We love you Sumi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss staying with you guys so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afza :) There's something proper about her and she's got an old soul - like Sumi said. I think that's pretty true :) She's got a kind of datin-aura around her, you know? Like she is someone big, someone up there, but without being a proud person. She's guarded but when she lets down her guard - you'd be hard pressed to get her to keep something from you :) And she's a brilliant cook! And makes the BEST CHOCOLATE CAKE EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zool, you are full of surprises! Also a brilliant cook! Zool is the cause of zoolosis - which is difficulty in correctly recalling times and dates :) He has spread this disorder to me :( I'm now a carrier! He's a romantic guy, and I just love seeing him and Afza together. With some couples you feel all icky seeing them together, but not with these guys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Ang said, "They're Zool and Afza!" You just don't see them being apart :) I love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumi, not so much - cos we're staying together again next year! But I'll write a little tribute to my aunty-like friend as well :) Sumi's great :) She's the kind of med student that's painfully enthusiastic! And so painfully is she enthusiastic! Hehe, no she's not that bad :) She's a hard worker and a very determined person - and I look up to that. Sometimes I wish I could be like that, but I dunno... Maybe one day :) Esther is brilliant at the piano! And a really good harmonizer ;) When I can't find the harmonies to songs - Esther finds them for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so amazed at the way our friendships have grown over the past year and a half - and I really truly am looking forward to a lifetime of it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-1794802257242174877?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/1794802257242174877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=1794802257242174877' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/1794802257242174877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/1794802257242174877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2007/05/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long time no blog!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-316040190312483104</id><published>2007-05-17T17:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T17:34:40.528+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Popularly known as SPM</title><content type='html'>Social and preventive medicine. Why, oh why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-316040190312483104?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/316040190312483104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=316040190312483104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/316040190312483104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/316040190312483104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2007/05/popularly-known-as-spm.html' title='Popularly known as SPM'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-8774803598556077614</id><published>2007-05-06T19:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T19:43:53.516+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carol Wimmer'/><title type='text'>When I say, "I am a Christian"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not shouting, "I've been saved!"&lt;br /&gt;I'm whispering, "I get lost! That's why I chose this way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say, "I am a Christian," I don't speak with human pride&lt;br /&gt;I'm confessing that I stumble-needing God to be my guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not trying to be strong&lt;br /&gt;I'm professing that I'm weak and pray for strength to carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not bragging of success&lt;br /&gt;I'm admitting that I've failed and cannot ever pay the debt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say, "I am a Christian," I don't think I know it all&lt;br /&gt;I submit to my confusion asking humbly to be taught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not claiming to be perfect&lt;br /&gt;My flaws are far too visible but God believes I'm worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say, "I am a Christian," I still feel the sting of pain&lt;br /&gt;I have my share of heartache which is why I seek His name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say, "I am a Christian," I do not wish to judge&lt;br /&gt;I have no authority--I only know I'm loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 1988 Carol Wimmer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-8774803598556077614?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/8774803598556077614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=8774803598556077614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/8774803598556077614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/8774803598556077614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-i-say-i-am-christian.html' title='When I say, &quot;I am a Christian&quot;'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-7212008763021031387</id><published>2007-05-03T17:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T17:56:13.295+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunny'/><title type='text'>It's getting so hot here!</title><content type='html'>Apparently, it was 27°C yesterday..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a tutorial out on the grass with Dr. O'Donovan - it lasted an hour and a little bit... It was awesome, we sat outside in a circle, everyone with their notes and some with sunnies, others with hats, and me in my shorts! I love being able to wear shorts to classes! I am now, 2 shades darker (yay!) and a tiny headache richer (boo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://www.orangeamps.com/crush/microcrush/newindex.htm"&gt;Orange MicroCrush&lt;/a&gt; is on its way! I can't wait for it to arrive :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the gym I go... Kinda lost my motivation these days, I think it was so much more fun to do when I was only going once a week, upping it to 2-3 times a week - I just get bored! But maybe it won't be so boring today ;) We'll see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-7212008763021031387?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/7212008763021031387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=7212008763021031387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/7212008763021031387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/7212008763021031387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-getting-so-hot-here.html' title='It&apos;s getting so hot here!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-4942746186985817490</id><published>2007-04-30T14:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T14:38:31.384+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why aren't they letting me buy this? :( &lt;a href="http://www.musicroom.com/images/catalogue/productpage/OSCR3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.musicroom.com/images/catalogue/productpage/OSCR3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-4942746186985817490?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/4942746186985817490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=4942746186985817490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/4942746186985817490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/4942746186985817490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-arent-they-letting-me-buy-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-333446626093114001</id><published>2007-04-29T17:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T18:07:28.182+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pickup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internal clock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>My mind is transformed!</title><content type='html'>Again I found myself up - and the whole house asleep :) My internal alarm clock rang at 7am this morning... I rolled around in bed for a while, then got up to shower at half 7... So from 8am, I tried to get online. I restarted the router twice, reset the modem twice, and sat there patiently for an HOUR. Until I wanted to cry. Hahaha, I think I cry pretty easily - when I'm frustrated. Anywho, I decide to pack my lunch for our little after church picnic - and my rolls have gone rock hard :( Wasn't my day this morning - but after that it was all great again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our picnic got shifted indoors to Cathie's house :) The weather didn't like us today :( But it was still loads of fun! I only just got home bout half an hour ago? And yeah, I figure if we were actually outside at a picnic - we'd be back home wayyy earlier than that :) It was really nice, everyone inside having food together, chatting and laughing and just hanging out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoke to my parents last night, and I think the whole family's coming over for when my brother, Yong starts university :) I can't wait! But it also means I'm not going to be going home for the summer... I'm missing out on catching up with friends and also the lovely food and sun and camp5 and DRIVING, but sure I can do that in December (if I go home then!)... I'm so excited for them to come over! Just can't contain myself! Told Angela and Sumi earlier and I couldn't stop jumping around ;) Yayyyyyyyy!!! Its like I live my life here separate from my family, and its just great knowing that I'd get to share that with them when they come over :) And its the perfect timing too - cos now I'm well settled in, and its not too close to them having to come over again for my graduation so... Just PERFECT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't get Mr. Shy Smile out of my head... Its not like I've been obsessing, but just... His smile... What is wrong with me! By the way, I didn't make it to the gym yesterday :P Met Phillip for coffee (well, he had coffee, I had apple juice) and after that met up with Cathie for tea in town :) We walked through the market and smelled some yummy food, some fishy fish and bumped shoulders with people :) Then I went shopping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got me a new  pickup for my guitar :)  Now all I need is an  amp to try it out on! And also a guitar strap so I can start playing my own guitar in church :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ivormairants.co.uk/shadow%20pics/sh420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 120px;" src="http://www.ivormairants.co.uk/shadow%20pics/sh420.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got me some new running shoes for the mini-marathon :) Adidas a3 Vortec! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zappos.com/images/724/7247335/1396-271070-p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 195px;" src="http://www.zappos.com/images/724/7247335/1396-271070-p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought some new duvet covers and sheets - they were on sale at Harry Corry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking home from town yesterday was nice - I got to stop at an open area and lie down by the river and enjoy the sun before heading back :) Lovely... And I think I'm tanner! Just a little bit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also spent yesterday emptying 60% of my wardrobe into a luggage bag and a duffel bag... So now my room is really looking empty - when I open up my wardrobe its almost all gone! Ah well, good to get that sorted now while we're not haunted by exams :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now - I wonder have people copped on to the fact that I'm blogging again? B'feider!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-333446626093114001?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/333446626093114001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=333446626093114001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/333446626093114001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/333446626093114001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-mind-is-transformed.html' title='My mind is transformed!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-2919639169815867628</id><published>2007-04-28T23:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T23:43:58.589+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoblog'/><title type='text'>Photos!</title><content type='html'>I have a new &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://transphotos.blogspot.com"&gt;photoblog&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only pictures from the Easter Treasure Hunt are up, but I'll put up pictures from France and Krakow soon :) Also, ones from my 21st birthday party :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-2919639169815867628?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/2919639169815867628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=2919639169815867628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/2919639169815867628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/2919639169815867628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2007/04/photos.html' title='Photos!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-7476084770780630816</id><published>2007-04-28T08:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T23:47:23.578+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internal clock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stezsie'/><title type='text'>Looks like...</title><content type='html'>I'm back into the posting groove - don't know if that's a good thing or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be the only person out of 7 in this house that has an internal clock. Its a Saturday, and I woke up at 8, to an extremely quiet house... Its not fair how they can sleep in til "late" - later than me anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got two emails today from the consultant I'm doing research with over this summer, its so cute, she thinks I spell my name "stezsie" instead of "Stacey" because that's what I use in my email address... Maybe I should get me a proper email address :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-7476084770780630816?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/7476084770780630816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=7476084770780630816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/7476084770780630816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/7476084770780630816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2007/04/looks-like.html' title='Looks like...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-8144509578349710730</id><published>2007-04-27T18:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T09:25:34.004+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attachments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>Last day of attachments..</title><content type='html'>What a miserable day. And what a miserable way, to end our 4th med attachments... Got kicked out of the ward round to take histories - we were supposed to present them when they got to our patient in the round... So we go down at about 20 past 9, and the history and exam is done by 10, and so the waiting begins... Half 10 rolls around, and we're still waiting... I text Ailbhe to see if the team is with them yet - they're not. So we wait some more, and 11 o'clock arrives "I'm leaving if they don't get here in 5 minutes", Daniel goes and bleeps the SHO, "We're in Mary's, we're going to Anthony's next"... So we're like, OK, might as well wait for them at Anthony's... So we wait... And wait some more... And continue waiting... At this point, its close to 12pm... And everyone's getting agitated and irritated... Aimi's voice starts getting all high pitched, I start stamping my feet on the ground - throwing a little hissy fit... And Ailbhe, cool, calm and collected says "Sure, its our last day, let's not make a big thing out of this..." We finally catch sight of the team, and guess what? The consultant is gone... And its just the team then... And there's still too many people to be on a ward round, and we wait outside while they talk to patients... Hanging around only long enough to arrange for a tutorial... One is arranged for 3pm. I couldn't make it for the tutorial, but guess what, our group got stood up again - and the tutorial never materialised. Oh well, we're done. What a way to end it. Ah well... That's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still here thinking of Mr. Man's shy smile :) I think the thing I liked about him, was that he's good looking, but wasn't full of himself? You can tell that about guys... Guys who act like they know they're good looking aren't as attractive as they would be if they didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, enough about guys and their smiles :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty proud of myself, did I mention a couple of us from church are doing the &lt;a href="http://www.womensminimarathon.com/"&gt;Women's Mini Marathon&lt;/a&gt;? So I started training last week... Anyway, why am I proud of myself? Well yeah, I've been going to the gym for over a year now, and I hardly ever do work on the treadmill... Probably when I just started, but never really... So... This is what I've accomplished in a week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tuesday last week, I ran 2 km in 16 minutes (7.5 km/h) at 0 incline :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tuesday this week, I ran 3 km in 22 minutes (8.18 km/h) at an incline of 4 :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yesterday, I ran 4 km in 35 minutes (6.86 km/h) at an incline of 5 :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well not actually that proud bout my latest "result", got kinda lazy - and I don't think it was such a great idea to do all them weights before running, so new strategy for tomorrow... Start with stretches then go for the running :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to say that I have ZERO stamina! I can run short distances and do them in bursts, but I find it hard to maintain things at a constant pace... So yeah, I'm proud of myself... Tomorrow, my goal is to get 5 km done in 35 minutes :) while keeping the incline steady at 5 :) Will be reporting back again tomorrow :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-8144509578349710730?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/8144509578349710730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=8144509578349710730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/8144509578349710730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/8144509578349710730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2007/04/last-day-of-attachments.html' title='Last day of attachments..'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-4410308623653758049</id><published>2007-04-26T22:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T23:45:25.532+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile brown sugar'/><title type='text'>Brown sugar in the hole!</title><content type='html'>Guess what I did? Today I was making tea in the cafe, and.. Instead of pouring sugar into my cup of tea, I tore open the sugar packet over my cup, and poured it into the bin hole :P It wasn't like I was half asleep or super tired, just did that unconsciously - and had a little laugh to myself :) Good thing there wasn't anyone around when I did that :) Tee hee hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eventful day full of tutorials, free journal club keychains, and heart sounds, ends with a lovely session at the gym :) Cute European guy and myself kept exchanging glances and smiles :) I was on the lower abs stand thing, and he was on one of the trapezius machines, and he starts saying something to me, I don't know what he said, so I get off the thing I'm on and go over to him, and he asks if he can have a go on my machine thing :) And so I said ok - I think he was trying to show off, cos he attached like a 25kg weight to his belt and did like 10 of those things guys do - I don't know what they're called, where you have like parallel bars and you lift yourself up and lower yourself down with feet off the ground ;) Anyway, it was nice to have some attention... And he had such a great smile :D I love smiles :D Haha, and I can't believe I pulled a "damsel-in-distress" on him :P I was on a hamstring machine, and I had to adjust the bit that you hook your foot onto? Yeah, and I tried to adjust it, I only tried for a second to unscrew the thing, in my heart hoping he'd come to my rescue, and he did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah, my lovely, smiley gym man, when will I see you again? Can't believe you were there for so long! I was there for two hours, and you were there before me, and when I left you were still there... No wonder you're so fit :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-4410308623653758049?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/4410308623653758049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=4410308623653758049' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/4410308623653758049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/4410308623653758049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2007/04/brown-sugar-in-hole.html' title='Brown sugar in the hole!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-3795695673390529281</id><published>2007-04-24T09:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T09:57:33.707+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another new layout</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I've been itchy with html lately. Just can't leave it alone! I dunno, maybe because I have nothing much to write about, I go and play with my template? B'feider...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the template before this - those of you who got to see it saw it, its gone now - but, it wasn't really what I wanted? But yeah, I &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;this template!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, enough of this template talk :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is anyone who is reading this? How's your week gone? How's the first quarter of your year gone for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe its &lt;em&gt;already&lt;/em&gt; April! And the end of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back after lectures to post another post - internet at home's gone funky monkey..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-3795695673390529281?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/3795695673390529281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=3795695673390529281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/3795695673390529281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/3795695673390529281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2007/04/another-new-layout.html' title='Another new layout'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-1591647773673319349</id><published>2007-04-11T15:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T11:54:35.582+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you like my new layout?</title><content type='html'>I like it! Still have to edit and add links, but that's about all I think? Oh, and my tagboard too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads have happened since I last posted a post :P As loads usually do.. In a nutshell, here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went snowboarding! So much fun! Can't wait to go again! Will post some pictures soon enough :) Flights back to Galway got delayed and missed - leaving us with only 2 hours in Galway before having to leave for Krakow on our class trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krakow was really good fun, just so nice to do things together as a class :) Dinners, drinking, and a trip to Auschwitz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a birthday party to celebrate my 21st :) Another great night out, with the class and people I love :) Only wish that my family and Angela could have been there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-1591647773673319349?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/1591647773673319349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=1591647773673319349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/1591647773673319349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/1591647773673319349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-do-you-like-my-new-layout.html' title='How do you like my new layout?'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-7939466002275157641</id><published>2007-03-19T09:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-25T15:28:27.409+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I got tagged O.o</title><content type='html'>So there's this tag thing that I see going around, where you have to write 6 weird things about yourself? Yeah, so I just got tagged :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's 6 weird things you mabe didn't know about me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I eat my burgers outside in&lt;/span&gt; - leave the bits in the middle :) I always leave the best for the last :) I also do that with other food... Its like I'm rewarding myself at the end of the meal - without having to have dessert? I don't know :P &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You know the way Linda has her bobo? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I have my little bolster :P&lt;/span&gt; I can't sleep without it! There was once, my brother hid my bolster.. And I ended up not sleeping that night :( Til he gave it back to me at 6am in the morning :( He didn't do it on purpose though, so it's okay :) But I've had some training, (my luggage bag got left behind - not my fault) and now I can live without it for up to 2 weeks. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I like buying textbooks&lt;/span&gt;, but I don't necessarily get to use it to the fullest during the semester or even before my exams. More than half the books on my shelf look brand new :P &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I love to pack.&lt;/span&gt; Packing grocery bags, packing my backpack to go to school, packing my luggage bag to go home or to come back here, packing to move house, packing to stay over at a friend's house, I love to pack :P I think I'm kinda good at it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have numerous &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;moles&lt;/span&gt; all over my body and face. I'm still discovering new ones daily. I look in the mirror and I see a new mole on my face. I get all paranoid about finding new moles and noticing a change in old moles, but they're all tweeny weeny so... Maybe I should waste less of my time noticing :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love wearing shorts :P It doesn't matter that its snowing outside and freezing inside. I hate the restrictions of wearing long pants, especially when going to sleep cos I get tangled up in them :P Same applies to sleeping in long sleeved t-shirts...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that's the list! Who am I tagging..? Afza, Sumi, KJ, Angela, and Mel!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're going snowboarding! We're going snowboarding! We're going snowboarding!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did I mention it? We're going snowboarding!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-7939466002275157641?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/7939466002275157641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=7939466002275157641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/7939466002275157641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/7939466002275157641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-got-tagged-oo.html' title='I got tagged O.o'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-7628746390679566185</id><published>2007-03-16T14:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-28T09:15:13.769+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SPSS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Exams finally over -&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yayyyyyyyyyyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Medical Informatics Statistical Analysis report due -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;BLEARGHHH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Moving along to happier things in life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm going snowboarding next week! Yayyyy, 4 days and 3 nights in &lt;a href="http://www.peyragudes.com"&gt;Peyragudes&lt;/a&gt; :) With KJ, Bob, Trisha and Gagan :) We arrive Friday night, and will be in Galway 4 hours before we jet off again to Krakow for our class trip! Busy, busy, busy! This is going to be the best mid-semester break ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-7628746390679566185?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/7628746390679566185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=7628746390679566185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/7628746390679566185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/7628746390679566185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2007/03/spss.html' title='SPSS'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-4859384167339389388</id><published>2007-01-23T16:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-23T16:58:29.354Z</updated><title type='text'>Pathology and bacteriology..</title><content type='html'>Why does time go by so fast? It's already the 4th week of the year, and I looked back at my goals for the year, and already they're not being accomplished. Good thing I looked at them, so now I can get focused again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major exams are coming up soon, in about 4 weeks time. Pathology and bacteriology finals. Kinda scary! Actually, pretty scary. Got all stressed out last night about it all. And still kinda am. Sorta pushing a lot of things to the side to make room for study. At least attachments are over - for now. So we actually have all day to study :) Yayyy :) So now to get focused and shift into 5th :) No more hanging around in 2nd gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an awesome weekend up in Letterkenny with KJ, Esther, Bob, Fla, Clifford and Annie :) Will post up some pictures soon :) We had KFC (That's where I want to be!), we went to the Giant's Causeway :) Then came back :P Tiring weekend but I'm fully recharged after the long sleep I got last night - and now I'm going to study :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-4859384167339389388?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/4859384167339389388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=4859384167339389388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/4859384167339389388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/4859384167339389388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2007/01/pathology-and-bacteriology.html' title='Pathology and bacteriology..'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-4852566301248370780</id><published>2007-01-10T11:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-10T11:40:45.228Z</updated><title type='text'>Back in Galway..</title><content type='html'>And I'll leave it at that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-4852566301248370780?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/4852566301248370780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=4852566301248370780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/4852566301248370780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/4852566301248370780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-in-galway.html' title='Back in Galway..'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-490309158036665231</id><published>2006-12-23T15:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-23T17:49:29.666Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm home :)</title><content type='html'>Have I done anything that I said I would yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No BBQ yet! Though people were over today for lunch :) Thanks Linda and Sha for coming over! Sorry you guys got lost on the way :( And that you had to leave early :P Have an awesome time in JB my friend :) Sha! Tell your mum thanks again for the Bario rice and also the Ipoh white coffee (I love that stuff!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar lessons? Not gonna happen - but I do have an alternative plan! I'm gonna find me some guitar books! I can teach myself when I get back to Galway :) Need to work on scales and plucking :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with Andy McKee's music.. Don't know why but  I can't put the video up :( Go on YouTube and search his name and these songs:&lt;br /&gt;- Drifting&lt;br /&gt;- For my Father&lt;br /&gt;- Shanghai&lt;br /&gt;- Rylynn&lt;br /&gt;- Africa&lt;br /&gt;Great schtuff I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent time with my family :) But haven't helped out around the house! Haha, its one of the things about being home - I get soooooo pampered! I don't have to make my own bed, I don't have to do any dishes, laundry is taken care of, I can play with my dogs and not have to worry about feeding them or taking them for walks, quoting Linda - &lt;a href="http://www.camp5.com"&gt;www.camp5.com&lt;/a&gt; :) First session was 3 and a half hours! Next 2 days were spent in agony trying to lift my left arm :P My deltoid was sore from belaying my brother hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! Time for bed! G'nite :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-490309158036665231?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/490309158036665231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=490309158036665231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/490309158036665231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/490309158036665231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m home :)'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-116527210526407852</id><published>2006-12-04T21:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-05T00:04:18.693Z</updated><title type='text'>So naive..</title><content type='html'>Someone said something to me today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I didn't know what "it" was about. It being relationships. And that I'm trying to live in an ideal world (that doesn't exist).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a reality check! But I think that person was right. And it made me think. And I came to realise that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am &lt;/span&gt;naive. And I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am &lt;/span&gt;trying to live in an ideal world - waiting for Mr. Perfect to come along and sweep me off my feet and carry me off into the sunset and we'll live happily ever after. But apparently (and obviously) that's not the way it works in this world we live in. Don't know why I never realised it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I like what a good friend of mine said about his status: Single but not available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a label I've been carrying around lately. I'm single but I'm not looking to be with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reasons are that I'm too busy with university, and I'm enjoying my life as a single person - I have the rest of my life to be attached, so what's the hurry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fears are that I don't know how to love someone that way, and that relationships can be very superficial when both parties don't have the time or energy to put into it, and also if its goal is not something for the long term. There's also a fear of putting myself out there - making myself vulnerable to another person, consciously choosing to let someone really know me, weaknesses and quirks and all, risking the chance that they may not like what they see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that leads to another reason why I'm single but not available. I'm choosy, I don't see anything wrong with knowing what you want, but at the same time keeping things within reasonable limits. Which also means that I mostly only let my heart into anything after I've thought things through (not saying things never happened the other way around or that I always think things through... but I'm working on it, I don't want to end up hurting anyone by deciding later on that I've made the wrong decision!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just some thoughts, time to get back to the books! I have a medical ethics, medical law and human rights paper on Wednesday! Then it's Surgery on Friday and then Medicine on Monday, and I go home Tuesday! Yayyyy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with some pictures from Esther's 21st on Friday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4500/0/1600/777935/CIMG2475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4500/0/320/421417/CIMG2475.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The birthday girl and her adoring fans ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4500/0/1600/727279/CIMG2584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4500/0/320/795204/CIMG2584.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Angela :) And myself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4500/0/1600/267136/CIMG2569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4500/0/320/407224/CIMG2569.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:) Housemates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-116527210526407852?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/116527210526407852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=116527210526407852' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/116527210526407852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/116527210526407852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-naive.html' title='So naive..'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-116523096326308992</id><published>2006-12-04T11:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-04T11:16:03.363Z</updated><title type='text'>How fast can time fly?</title><content type='html'>Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The semester is a week from ending - exams have started, and I'm going home in a week (and a day..)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of posts (sometimes I wonder if people ever read my blog - but then again it may be down to people not liking to say that they've been here hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to get home :) Now that Bacteriology is out of the way.. I can start dreaming about what I'm gonna do at home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. BBQ at my house :) Everyone's invited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Try and see if I can start up guitar lessons again.. I wanna get a pickup for my guitar and a guitar tuner :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hang out with my family :) Help my mum out around the house and with errands :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. EAT! Shop :) Watch movies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Of course, go to the gym..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6. Gonna &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt; and study.. &lt;em&gt;Try&lt;/em&gt;..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-116523096326308992?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/116523096326308992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=116523096326308992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/116523096326308992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/116523096326308992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-fast-can-time-fly.html' title='How fast can time fly?'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-116043618496089695</id><published>2006-10-09T23:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T13:54:41.426Z</updated><title type='text'>You know what?</title><content type='html'>[Post deleted]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got over it.. Well, I got over it ages ago.. So :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-116043618496089695?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/116043618496089695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=116043618496089695' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/116043618496089695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/116043618496089695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-know-what.html' title='You know what?'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-115913570399302356</id><published>2006-09-24T21:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T23:13:48.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I broke my phone :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/1600/CIMG1662.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/320/CIMG1662.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stacey wakes up bright and early - refreshed from the 10 hours of sleep she got - ready for the day ahead. Walks down the stairs, happily, thinking of which shoes to wear - and what to do with her no longer white sneakers, when suddenly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRASH!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM-BOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;M-BOOM!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THUMP..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slipped down 6 steps down, down, down, til she reached the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewind to just a minute earlier to when she was in her room.. She takes her phone out of her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very safe&lt;/span&gt; bag - and puts it into her&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; very unsafe&lt;/span&gt; back pocket. The biggest no-no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;"Sumiiiiiiieeeeee!!! I fell down!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Are youuu okayyyy??" &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*giggle giggle*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Stacey slipped down the stairs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;"My phone broke!!!!!!!!" &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*sniffles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Are YOU okay?" &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*suppressing giggles*&lt;/span&gt; "The phone doesn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; matter.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;"What do you mean?? My brand new phone....... broke." &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*starts weeping*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Awww, as long as you're ok?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;"I'm not okay! My phone broke.." &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*very very sad face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sad sad day.. Before Jesus turned my frown upside down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Brian arrives 2 minutes after the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; incident &lt;/span&gt;and asks 'How are you?' I proceed then to tell him the story as I start tearing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I had put my phone back into my bag ;( Ah well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah, church as usual was great :) It was Ashley's first week singing - she has such a beautiful voice - I can't even describe it.. And Paul preached on betrayal.. And it was just so timely - this entire week I'd been reading about betrayal - not beca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;use I looked for articles or material about it but just that it kept coming up.. And yeah - I did feel like I was betrayed the other day? Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho! Met up with Dilan for lunch :) Was really great just to catch up - we hadn't hung out properly since before the Christmas holidays last year! Took a walk down to the docks - was a beautiful day :) Had a steak sandwich at the Spanish Arch Hotel.. They had a jazz band playing and they were really, really, really REALLY good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/1600/CIMG1659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/320/CIMG1659.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my Sunday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Saturday was a whole different story :) PPIMG organised a sort of sports day for the Malaysians - and the girls ended up playing futsal in the tennis courts in uni.. It was so much fun! Especially cos my team won! We had the best goal scorer and b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;est goalie ;) Great teamwork as well.. 6 goals in 2 games and only one goal conceded :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Friday was another happy happy day :D Got to wake up anytime I wanted which turned out to be 10am. And just hung out at home - did my laundry, vaccuumed my room, washed my sheets..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela picked me up at 3. The boys rang my doorbell :) They just warm my heart those boys do.. They came in "Staycee, Staycee, wouldja like to come to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;toyshop with us? Mummy says we can get a new toy!" I run up to get my keys and bag. I come downstairs and they're both looking at my toy - one of those magnetic writing boards? You know the ones that kids play with? Yeah.. I ask them if they want ice cream and they run to ask their Mummy if they can have some - and they run back inside to say "Mummy said yes!!" with the most excited looks on their faces :) I had 2 ice creams in the freezer - a red and yellow Solero :) Luca's favourite colour is yellow - so he takes the yellow one and Ben the red one.. Why I'm going into so much detail I don't know.. But those boys :) They melt my heart.. They don't know how much I love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We go to the toy shop and while the boys are picking their toys, I get Ang a little present :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to McD's after that to feed the boys.. Then made our way back home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught up with Ashley when we got closer to the house - and we decided to honk her and flash our headlights.. Scare her a wee bit ;) But Ang ended up washing her windsheild! Hee hee..&lt;br /&gt;We watched 'High School Musical' :) Which was fun - I love the songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"I'm breaking freeee! Soaringgg.. Flyinggg!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Had a lasagne dinner with garlic dough and caesar's salad :) Yum yum yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home after that n went out to Bar903 - then to Cuba* after..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/1600/CIMG1602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/320/CIMG1602.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was my weekend :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-115913570399302356?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/115913570399302356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=115913570399302356' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/115913570399302356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/115913570399302356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-broke-my-phone.html' title='I broke my phone :('/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-115886480158588085</id><published>2006-09-21T19:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T19:53:38.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I get so emotional..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;John 15:31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one's life for his friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I put myself out there so much.. Who would have thought that someone I would give my life for - couldn't and wouldn't care less..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no perfect friend, I try to be there for everyone as much as I can. I try to keep in touch with friends, I try to be understanding. But I'm only human. I have my bad days, I get my moods. I don't make enough of an effort to keep in touch at times - but I'm working on it. Other times, I just can't understand certain things. But I think I'm an okay friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.popartuk.com/g/l/lgsa052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.popartuk.com/g/l/lgsa052.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hurts to see the way things have ended up, but as much as I didn't want this to be true, it's looking to be what people have been saying.. Some friends are just in our lives for a season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am hoping that I'm not jumping to conclusions and that this is all just in my head..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it may just be time to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-115886480158588085?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/115886480158588085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=115886480158588085' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/115886480158588085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/115886480158588085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-get-so-emotional.html' title='I get so emotional..'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-115722057725702363</id><published>2006-09-02T17:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T19:09:37.313+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Caherlistrane..</title><content type='html'>Been home alone now for 5 hours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an amazing time with Angela and her family, almost wanted to cry when I said &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;slan&lt;/span&gt; to Carole before heading off - even though I'll be seeing them all tomorrow morning in church :P The words I put together just won't do justice to the times we shared :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Sundays ago, going home with them after an afternoon at Frances' house, bouncy castles, cakes, chocolate fountain: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Babyyy! Waaaaake uuuup!! Babyyy! Stayy awake for Mommy!! Luuuuucaaaaaa!! Luuuuucaaaaaa!!"&lt;/span&gt; Hee hee.. Didn't know what to expect then, just looking forward to spending some time with them all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys were apprehensive at first, but by today they didn't want me to go home :P Awww, kids.. I love them to bits! Few awful moments when while we were playing one would fall and cry.. And one of the worst moments in my life - for sure.. When Carole asked Ben, 'Who's in our family?' and he pointed at me with his thumb.. He left his little hand in my face for quite a little while.. And I pretended to bite him :P And he moved his hand away, so I bit down - but ended up catching a teeny bit of his skin between my teeth.. And he started &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;BAWLING&lt;/span&gt; his eyes out..  Awww, that was the worst feeling I've ever felt - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/1600/CIMG0855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/320/CIMG0855.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These I'll miss hearing.. "Nnnnnn-O!" "Why are we going this way?" "But why?" "What??" "What??" "Mommy, I'm hungry.." "Mommy, Mommy, I want to go to.." "But I don't want to go!" I'll miss their little sneezes and yawns, and their running up and down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll go 'Abram? Abram?' and then he can say 'Here I am!'" Hehe, it was quiet for a few seconds before everyone burst out laughing uncontrollably..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banged up shins from getting into and out of the car with a child seat in the way :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch 2 movies with Angela.. 'John Tucker must die', and what was the other one? Oh yes 'You, Me and Dupree'.. I love hanging out with Ange.. We just end up laughing so much.. And its pretty amazing that after 2 weeks with her, I feel like I haven't had enough :P May be a different story on her end! Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was just an awesome time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-115722057725702363?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/115722057725702363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=115722057725702363' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/115722057725702363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/115722057725702363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/09/missing-caherlistrane.html' title='Missing Caherlistrane..'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-115676442160967299</id><published>2006-08-28T12:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T12:27:01.623+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Helloooooo!!</title><content type='html'>I finally got to log on to Blogger and yeah.. Not like I haven't been trying - don't know what the deal is with the whole Blogger Beta thing.. Keeps signing me in automatically via my Google account and then not letting me sign into this account and yeah :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've missed blogging! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much has happened.. Except now the summer holidays at home has come and gone, and the summer holidays here are coming to a close, and a new school year is just coming round the corner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been living with Angela and her parents (Carole n Brian) for the past week, and it's been fun :) Lotsa funny funny times, and yeah :) General happy silly moments :) I'm well fed hehe, and just having a great time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing everyone at home, miss my parents, my brothers, my friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But will be home again before I know it! Yayyy.. A whole month in December at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Methinks I got to be going.. Got to reply some emails and yeah, get some chatting done :) Will post again soon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and God bless!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-115676442160967299?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/115676442160967299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=115676442160967299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/115676442160967299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/115676442160967299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/08/helloooooo.html' title='Helloooooo!!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-115494939543121017</id><published>2006-08-07T11:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T12:16:37.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm leaving tomorrow..</title><content type='html'>Mixed feelings whenever I go either way.. Stronger feelings for home of course..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-115494939543121017?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/115494939543121017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=115494939543121017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/115494939543121017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/115494939543121017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-leaving-tomorrow.html' title='I&apos;m leaving tomorrow..'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114924901976642820</id><published>2006-06-02T12:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T12:50:19.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>So..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/1600/IMG_0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/320/IMG_0083.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home tomorrow :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it just the irony of life - that when you have a blog and you have exams you blog a lot, but when you have a blog and you don't have exams you don't blog :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungrayyy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114924901976642820?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114924901976642820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114924901976642820' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114924901976642820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114924901976642820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/06/so.html' title='So..'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114898211775220796</id><published>2006-05-30T10:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T11:13:06.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while :)</title><content type='html'>I'm going home on S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/1600/IMG_0084.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/320/IMG_0084.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss these guys so much :( &lt;br /&gt;Check out our resident cookie monster on the far right ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO WANTS TO GO SKIING WITH ME IN DECEMBER?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114898211775220796?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114898211775220796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114898211775220796' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114898211775220796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114898211775220796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while :)'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114822864952367535</id><published>2006-05-21T17:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T17:24:09.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What?!</title><content type='html'>13 more days?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did time go by so fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home, but I'm gonna really miss this place.. And the people I've grown to love here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114822864952367535?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114822864952367535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114822864952367535' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114822864952367535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114822864952367535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/05/what.html' title='What?!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114812334106219805</id><published>2006-05-20T12:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T12:09:01.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Should Taste As Good As Stacey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:6;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;The Advertising Slogan  Generator&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114812334106219805?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114812334106219805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114812334106219805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114812334106219805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114812334106219805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-should-taste-as-good-as-stacey.html' title='Life Should Taste As Good As Stacey.'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114790275461166427</id><published>2006-05-17T22:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T23:02:16.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave me alone..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/1600/VictorValdes412_g.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/400/VictorValdes412_g.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I don't care what the scoresheet says, they're champions in my eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/1600/dotcomhome.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/400/dotcomhome.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Henry - please don't leave?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/1600/henry_0506wigan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/400/henry_0506wigan2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114790275461166427?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114790275461166427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114790275461166427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114790275461166427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114790275461166427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/05/leave-me-alone.html' title='Leave me alone..'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114785679899233414</id><published>2006-05-17T10:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T10:06:38.993+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Looky what I found :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/1600/daddy%20and%20mummy%20cool%20pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/400/daddy%20and%20mummy%20cool%20pic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'd like to introduce you to..&lt;br /&gt;My parents :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114785679899233414?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114785679899233414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114785679899233414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114785679899233414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114785679899233414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/05/looky-what-i-found-d.html' title='Looky what I found :D'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114785609449692572</id><published>2006-05-17T09:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T09:54:54.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'>3 photos! Food-sky-sky :D</title><content type='html'>Not as nice as kuey teow.. But it'll do :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/1600/IMG_0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/320/IMG_0054.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steamed cod with ginger and scallions,&lt;br /&gt;fine beans and rice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, is it just me, or does it seem like it's mid-winter again - minus the howling winds and shivering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/1600/IMG_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/320/IMG_0014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh Sunny Days, where have you gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mel for the wishes :D Have fun in Paris &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ma amie&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to the books! But maybe some breakfast first :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sevenTEEN more daysss :D&lt;br /&gt;I'll see my Mummy and brothers at the airport..&lt;br /&gt;Then go see Rita before she goes back to Alor Star :(&lt;br /&gt;A couple days after - will go see my Daddy in Vietnam with my Mummy :)&lt;br /&gt;Yayyy-yayyy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/1600/IMG_0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/320/IMG_0064.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunny Day at home :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114785609449692572?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114785609449692572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114785609449692572' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114785609449692572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114785609449692572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/05/3-photos-food-sky-sky-d.html' title='3 photos! Food-sky-sky :D'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114763742249060072</id><published>2006-05-14T20:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T11:07:17.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>18 days and counting!!</title><content type='html'>Went into OT the other day, Thursday it was.. Yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, the surgeon turned to me and said "Get some gloves.." So I rush over to the box of gloves - pull a pair out and pass it to Najwa.. And take a pair for myself.. I turn around to see both her and the nurse looking at me puzzled. I just put them on, and went back to the table, and it took a few seconds before I realized that.. HE DIDN'T ASK ME TO PUT GLOVES ON! I then proceed to fold my arms and hide my gloved hands.. 2 seconds later, I take them off - and sit down feeling the most embarrassed I've felt in a long while.. Good thing Mr. Surgeon didn't see me ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got myself embarrassed again at church..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was hanging around with Angela, Caroline and her baby - Jessica, before church started. And, I was talking to Jessica when Angela says "Pull her hair.." SO I thought she was talking to me, and I go to pull Jessica's hair - and say "Pull her hair?" Hrmmm. Guess what? Angela was telling Jessica to pull my hair. What was I doing trying to pull a 3 month old baby girl's hair? What was I doing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a laugh after that anyway ;P So its all good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a little while since I last blogged - but I've been good ;) Been trying to sit down and study..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th - CVS Pathology MCQ&lt;br /&gt;This Thursday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th - OSCE&lt;br /&gt;Next Friday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th - Respiratory Pathology MCQ&lt;br /&gt;The Monday after!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?? - Surgery MCQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Then I get to go home!!! 18 days to go :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to Gary and Sandra's for dinner after church - we had beef stew, and apple crumble with ice cream for dessert! Yum yum :) Then watched Shrek 2 with the kids :D I love their kids!! And just hung out a bit before coming back home :) Ah, the 6 Bennetts :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was fun too! Went over to Gary and Sandra's for music practice for Sunday, then over to Angela's before lunch and MI:3.. I love this family!! Carole, Brian, Angela, and her 2 boys - Ben and Luca :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MI:3 was really action packed! We got into the cinema just on time - and I was just glued to my seat - didn't matter how much I needed to go to the bathroom.. Haha.. Yeah, but felt they could have added more depth to some of the characters ;P But I guess they just didn't have the time! And where would they squeeze that in between the action?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry KJ I didn't get to go with you.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Monday came and went :P I cooked dinner wayyy too early and ended up being hungry before going to bed :( Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that was my weekend and a few embarrassing moments for ya ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post again soon :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114763742249060072?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114763742249060072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114763742249060072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114763742249060072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114763742249060072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/05/18-days-and-counting.html' title='18 days and counting!!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114763837048289286</id><published>2006-05-14T19:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T09:36:33.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy mother's day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/1600/IMG_0074.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/320/IMG_0074.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Mother's Day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style1"&gt;"A mother is the only person on earth who can divide her love among ten children, and each child still have all her love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't mums the best?? Well, mine is :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Mummy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114763837048289286?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114763837048289286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114763837048289286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114763837048289286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114763837048289286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy mother&apos;s day!!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114682160691238899</id><published>2006-05-05T10:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T10:40:18.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The princess and the good guy..</title><content type='html'>Sounds like a fairy tale maybe? But no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's 5-hour-long afternoon nap brought me to a place where I was a princess, and had two children. In the land there was an evil man who wanted to become king, so he plotted to make me say he could become king by tricking me. And he succeeded :( Then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why I dreamt about a princess :P Someone asked me a riddle which was derived from a joke that's circulating online.. So this princess is cursed - and everything she touches melts, and a prince from a faraway land asked her to put her hand in his pocket and what she held didn't melt. What was she holding? M&amp;Ms :) They melt in your mouth and not in your hand. (cue: laughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night's 5-hour-long sleep brought me to another place where some really, really bad guys were to be executioned. And some really clever guards who left some really cool guns (all with unlimited shots) in a box very near them unrestrained bad guys. So havoc ensued - bad guys taking over Galway with their guns - and us good people had to go into hiding. I had a gun myself - why didn't I keep it? I didn't want people thinking I was a baddie too - I was the good guy ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114682160691238899?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114682160691238899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114682160691238899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114682160691238899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114682160691238899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/05/princess-and-good-guy.html' title='The princess and the good guy..'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114656740979737826</id><published>2006-05-02T11:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T15:07:53.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'>6 hours of interrupted sleep..</title><content type='html'>That's what you get I suppose? After 11 hours of solid sleep one night, I get a night of restless liquid sleep.. Maybe I should have slept earlier or maybe not looked at those pictures of skin tumours and what-nots..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we had a surgical case conference.. And you know those horror stories you hear about a girl with long hair going on the Solero-shot ride in Genting? Bout her hair getting caught in the machinery? And how her scalp "came off"? Yeah, we were presented a case bout someone who had that happen to them as in their scalp came off (scalp avulsion) and they did reconstructive surgery to replant the scalp onto the patients head. They reconnected the major arteries but not the nerves. Who knew he'd look brand-new a couple of weeks post-op :) And who knew I'd be so weirded out at the sight of a scalp with hair and tips of ears sitting on a table..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114656740979737826?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114656740979737826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114656740979737826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114656740979737826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114656740979737826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/05/6-hours-of-interrupted-sleep_02.html' title='6 hours of interrupted sleep..'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114649226618608699</id><published>2006-05-01T14:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T15:06:21.193+01:00</updated><title type='text'>11 hours of sleep!</title><content type='html'>Makes Stacey a very-well-rested girl, ready to take on the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... or maybe not :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a lazy Monday :) Getting laundry done.. Scones for lunch.. Sipping tea with friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/1600/IMG_0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/320/IMG_0029.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;30 missed called from someone who's very naughty ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114649226618608699?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114649226618608699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114649226618608699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114649226618608699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114649226618608699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/05/11-hours-of-sleep.html' title='11 hours of sleep!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114625139825909271</id><published>2006-04-28T18:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T20:13:11.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Penangties v. Penangites v. Penangnians</title><content type='html'>What do you call people who are from Penang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MCQ went ok - and I say that because pretty much everyone thought it was hard - and so did I? Obviously, you know you could have done that much better with a little more time spent studying - but what can you do after the exam? Learn from your mistakes - but its true what they say about history repeating itself.. Lets talk about something else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to Gary and Sandra's on Thursday night to practice the music for Sunday morning :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what adventures did I have today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Chasing Prof O'Brien &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cue: the Batman series theme song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Dadadadadadadadadadadadada...Batman!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/1600/TVGuidebatman.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/200/TVGuidebatman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 third med students running down the corridor between the hospital and the CSI after Prof.. We were actually wondering if ward rounds were on today.. And wey-heyyy guess what? They were over.. So.. And guess what? Our tutorial with Dr. Dineen was cancelled as well.. So.. Pretty much NOTHING on today - shouldn't have come in.. We did get to practice taking blood pressures, and played around with Adam,Rouilly before getting tea and scones :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Running away from Prof O'Brien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were actually on our way to the Dept. of Medicine office to ask about whether we could go into the CSL and practice stuff - but we wondered if we would seem too eager (Prof went back to his office) and.. Hrmmm I don't want to continue my story - too stupid a story haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Erm.. Is that all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Photo taking session in town ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took lots and lots and lots of pictures in town today :) It's for the "shopping" section in the fresher's booklet we're preparing for the new Malaysian students that are coming in in September :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I forgot to write my syok sendiri story from Sunday ;) Now feeling a little shy to share that story.. Anyway - went to the gym today for the first time in 2 weeks? Feels great ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to cycle to Sligo? The class is doing that on the 19th of May :D It's gonna be really cool! Let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather's been so beautiful these past few days - and it makes such a difference! Doesn't feel at all like we're still in Galway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, this is what Galway is really like.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/1600/IMG_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/320/IMG_0005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's it for today.. Going to nap before going out tonight :D Yayyy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It'll be a lot of fun..!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114625139825909271?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114625139825909271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114625139825909271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114625139825909271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114625139825909271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/04/penangties-v-penangites-v-penangnians.html' title='Penangties v. Penangites v. Penangnians'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114613291424768045</id><published>2006-04-27T10:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T11:15:14.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I should be studying..</title><content type='html'>And I will be.. After this post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People around me are studying - and here I am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there I go..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114613291424768045?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114613291424768045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114613291424768045' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114613291424768045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114613291424768045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-should-be-studying.html' title='I should be studying..'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114608105203857505</id><published>2006-04-26T20:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T20:50:52.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I sleepwalk!</title><content type='html'>"Stacey, did you know you sleepwalk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I didn't know :( Apparently I suddenly got up and said "Wait ah! Wait ah!" in a panick and then bumbled around my room before I went back to bed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My witness? Esther's ears - she heard me through the thin wall separating our rooms..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to sleepwalk :( Something bout not being in control and literally, not knowing what you're doing.. I don't want to wake up one day outside my room - outside the house and left wondering what I was doing out there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mummy suggested I locked my room door, so that - in theory - I would wake up before I ended up outside my room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;"Maybe you were dreaming?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Erm yeah, dreaming (in your sleep) and walking = sleep walking?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it happened because I was really tired? Haven't been getting enough sleep lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets look for a scientific reason..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sleepwalking&lt;/span&gt; (a.k.a. Somnambulism)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can occur during REM sleep near morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cause of sleep walking in children is usually unknown but may be related to fatigue, prior sleep loss, or anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep walking in adults can be associated with mental disorders, reactions to drugs and alcohol, or medical conditions such as partial complex seizures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the elderly, sleep walking may be a symptom of an organic brain syndrome or REM behavior disorders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prevention:&lt;br /&gt;- Avoid fatigue or insomnia, because this can instigate an episode of sleep walking.&lt;br /&gt;- Avoid or minimize stress, anxiety, and conflict, which can worsen the condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114608105203857505?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114608105203857505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114608105203857505' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114608105203857505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114608105203857505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-sleepwalk.html' title='I sleepwalk!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114599757794358303</id><published>2006-04-25T21:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T23:41:57.016+01:00</updated><title type='text'>That's the name of the game baby..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/1600/hlebflies412_al_g.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/320/hlebflies412_al_g.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ARSENAL&lt;/span&gt; ARE IN THE FINALS!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/1600/Toure_ME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/320/Toure_ME.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kolo Toure's goal in the first leg of the semi finals :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/1600/ForlanGilberto_BR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/320/ForlanGilberto_BR.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gilberto Silva "expertly patrolling his defence"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jens Lehmann wrote himself into the Arsenal history books with a last-minute penalty save to the put the Gunners in their first European Cup final."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/1600/lehmannsaves_e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/320/lehmannsaves_e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Article on &lt;a href="http://soccernet.espn.go.com"&gt;soccernet.com&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://soccernet.espn.go.com/report?id=196031&amp;amp;cc=5739"&gt;Lehmann sends Arsenal to Paris&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114599757794358303?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114599757794358303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114599757794358303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114599757794358303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114599757794358303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/04/thats-name-of-game-baby.html' title='That&apos;s the name of the game baby..'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114596346227830473</id><published>2006-04-25T11:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T12:11:02.300+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaaack ;)</title><content type='html'>Hehe, well I wasn't really gone so.. Hrmmm.. Anyway! Afza I was kidding yeah :) Never ever think that I'm too busy for you! And Mel, I'm flattered! Hee hee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Who on the sejukkk?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Who off my apiii?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Harro? I'm Chinese!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"So, how come you suddenly decided to cry?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Erm, I didn't?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Oh, so it came naturally.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Err, yeah.. I think so.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So its our last week of Endocrinology :( Kinda sad - but really glad to have gotten to do this attachment first ;) Really got to learn a lot and my interest in Endocrinology just sky-rocketed :) Next week we start up on Dermatology - wonder what that's going to be like :P 2 weeks of that, and another 2 weeks of &lt;em&gt;something-else-I-can't-recall&lt;/em&gt; and then a week of exams? And then its time to go home!! Gonna be a busy,busy month - 3 more MCQs and a project to do as well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Plans for the summer? None yet :) Not missing the food as much as I was my first year here.. Haha, learned my lesson bout eating haphazardly last summer - 6kgs worth of a lesson ;) Hehe.. Anyway.. Yeah, just going to relax (and study) get into a daily routine - wake up early, exercise, breakfast, study, lunch, go out, dinner, study, sleep ;) Prepare myself for 42-hour weeks when we get back for 4th year.. It's gonna be a productive summer :) Going to spend time with my family and friends - of course! And yeah - learn how to cook :P I'm going to ace biochemistry (this time!).. And pathology.. And bacteriology.. Let's see what I can do when I really set my mind to it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114596346227830473?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114596346227830473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114596346227830473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114596346227830473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114596346227830473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-baaaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaaack ;)'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114537211381408431</id><published>2006-04-18T14:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T16:22:05.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="style1"&gt;&lt;span class="style1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Friendship is like a prism through which the many variations of beauty are revealed in our lives."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of you make my life beautiful :) Whether you realise it or not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've been blessed with the best friends that anyone could ever ask for! I'm just surrounded by loving and caring people.. So thankful for all you guys :) I could not ask for more :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got the sweetest friends ever :D 2 weeks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; my birthday I get called downstairs to help with a washing machine "problem" only to find people standing in the dark with a surprise birthday cake :D Told my mum bout it - and she asked me to take you guys out for dinner ;) Hehe.. Where to eat, where to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there were anything for me to boast about - it'd be to boast about my friends :) I have shoulders to cry on - whose owners know exactly what to say and do. I have friends who have strong arms that support me when I can't stand on my own. I have friends who always remember me in prayer. I have friends who have such giant hearts, that I just don't see how its possible. I have friends that keep forgiving me for the wrongs I've done, and keep loving me for who I am. This is straight from my heart - I would do anything for my friends, I may not always know what they need or want - but all they have to do is pick up the phone, drop me a line, tag-me even and just ask :) I'll always be right here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who knew, that to the love between friends - age is not an issue?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time Easter Sunday :) Went over to Carole and Brian's for a turkey dinner and a great time just being together; preparing dinner, sitting down to dinner, video collection discussions, and all that laughter filling the air.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus&lt;/span&gt; I got to drive a little bit - backing out the driveway, waiting to let another car out, 3 point turn before going back up the driveway :) I didn't know I could still drive a stick shift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that wonderful afternoon, went to watch "Inside Man" with Esther and Angela :) Had a good few laughs with the girls while waiting for the movie to start.. It was really good show - do try catch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall a good weekend :) Sad bits here and there - but we'll just keep this post a happy one ey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near or far. In touch or out. Old or new. Close or distant. Naughty or nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114537211381408431?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114537211381408431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114537211381408431' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114537211381408431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114537211381408431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/04/friends.html' title='Friends!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114510159373488242</id><published>2006-04-15T12:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T13:00:20.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels like..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/1600/splash.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/400/splash.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;© &lt;a href="http://olivier.meriel.free.fr/"&gt;Olivier Mériel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114510159373488242?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114510159373488242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114510159373488242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114510159373488242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114510159373488242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/04/feels-like.html' title='Feels like..'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114500746052360913</id><published>2006-04-14T10:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T15:54:21.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter: Celebrating what we don't deserve..</title><content type='html'>Went to &lt;a href="http://www.crosswalk.com"&gt;crosswalk.com&lt;/a&gt; and read this article by Lori Borgman, this is just an excerpt. Click &lt;a href="http://www.crosswalk.com/faith/1389657.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; for the full article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;"Recently, 12 American tourists on a B'nai B'rith trip to South America were killed when their bus fell down a mountainside. A reporter asked a rabbi if he questioned why God allowed such a bad thing to happen. The rabbi answered, I do not question God for the bad things that happen, just as I do not question God for the joyful things that happen. What a rare breed. A man who did not believe he deserved an answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt; It is no small irony that though we often live life pursuing what we may falsely or rightly believe we deserve, the holiest holiday on the Christian calendar celebrates not getting what we deserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt; We deserved something all right. Wrath. We richly deserved the penalty for sin, self-centeredness, arrogance, pride, greed, gluttony, hard hearts, mean spiritedness and all the rest. But, the thing is, we didn’t get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;Christ did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt; He took what I deserved, every lash, every hit, every piercing. He took what I had coming. He paid the price I deserved to pay, was crucified, dead and buried, and on the third day rose again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;    They say a good way to distinguish between grace and mercy is to remember that grace is getting what you &lt;em&gt;didn't&lt;/em&gt; have coming, and mercy is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; getting what you &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; have coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;Easter is the celebration of mercy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;" &gt; The next time I open my mouth about something I deserve, may God freeze my speech mid-air and bring to mind the joy and thanksgiving of not getting that which I deserved the most of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I forget the meaning of Easter, how could I have taken that for granted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for Your forgiveness, and for giving me what I don't deserve, and for holding back what I do deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let that truth sink in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114500746052360913?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114500746052360913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114500746052360913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114500746052360913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114500746052360913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter-celebrating-what-we-dont.html' title='Easter: Celebrating what we don&apos;t deserve..'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114493889300547339</id><published>2006-04-13T14:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T15:45:24.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired and particularly poetic today..</title><content type='html'>Inspired to be a great doctor by Prof. O'Brien.. He is incredible! I believe he genuinely does care bout his patients - he may not be able to remember all their names but the empathy and compassion is just so evident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Its our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;privilege &lt;/span&gt;to be able to treat these patients,  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;not our right&lt;/span&gt;.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"..And we &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; put our patient's safety first."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds obvious - but its just something we really got to take and internalize. I can't think of any scenarios off the top of my head (because of the lack of knowledge thus far) but hopefully will be able to soon enough :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't come back over the weekend, we can handle it ourselves.."&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, Prof. O'Brien was pulling the mick cos we came in today even though we're officially off for our Easter break ;) All Dee's fault! But really glad we went in today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were walking with Prof. O'Brien in the&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; CSI looking for a room to have our tutorial in, and some final meds saw us with him and said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Look! Look! Third meds! Let's follow them!"&lt;/span&gt; For wanting to join our tutorial, I'd say they must be stressed, either that or they were just having fun ;) All the best to all you who are sitting the exams this week :) Mel, Annie and Murni :D God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked home alone today - a rarity these days.. Just watched the birds fly.. Ever seen one fly in place? The just look like they're hovering 20 feet off the ground :P Happens when they're trying to fly into the wind.. And I just felt poetic, without having any words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114493889300547339?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114493889300547339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114493889300547339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114493889300547339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114493889300547339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/04/inspired-and-particularly-poetic-today.html' title='Inspired and particularly poetic today..'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114477944257232358</id><published>2006-04-11T18:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T00:57:33.350+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad mood..</title><content type='html'>I don't think I've been in a bad mood for a while? I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;. But last night was just bad.  Just so many things running through my head. And I just want it all to end - and I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; mean that in a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;/SUICIDAL/&lt;/span&gt; way. Why can't life just be simple? Just want to live a somewhat scheduled and planned out life with some room for deviation - but yeah I want my life to be structured. I say that now - but when it happens, I wonder if I'll be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who knew you had such audacity?"&lt;br /&gt;But its okay, I'm okay, we're all okay..&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's entitled to be who they want to be..&lt;br /&gt;You can't please everyone, no matter how hard you try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a lighter note :) The weekend is coming a day early this week :D We get Friday off - its Good Friday! Of course we're getting it off! And we're off til Tuesday - yayyyy! Plans for the long weekend? Going to stay over at my little snail bro's house - we're going to watch episodes of One Tree Hill, Desperate Housewives.. We're going to eat bak kut teh and fajitas! And Doritos with dips :D And we're going to be online all day and night. And we're going to.. Talk talk talk :D Hee hee.. Can't wait! Will remember to include some plans to study and go to the gym as well :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think shorter posts are better than longer ones - what do you think? Bite sized pieces rather than beefy chunks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in such a weird mood; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;moody&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;sleepy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;bored &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HYPER&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114477944257232358?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114477944257232358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114477944257232358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114477944257232358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114477944257232358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/04/bad-mood.html' title='Bad mood..'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114470495672198862</id><published>2006-04-10T22:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T22:35:56.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A&amp;E</title><content type='html'>Hung out at A&amp;E with Ailbhe today :P Didn't really get to see or do much there - other than get in the way of the doctors and nurses there.. Got to take a history - had a bit more confidence which was cool :) Got a lift home from Ailbhe's mum.. So sweet of them to drop me off :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So results came out today - congrats to you guys who are happy with your results :P To the rest (like me) we're gonna come back with a bang! Don't get discouraged - we all know ourselves if we did our best (or not even close to our best) and we've got so much time - we'll definitely do better :) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't get discouraged.&lt;/span&gt; We learn from our mistakes, yeah? There's always that regret and the beating ourselves up about it after but - things do work out for good :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114470495672198862?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114470495672198862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114470495672198862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114470495672198862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114470495672198862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/04/ae.html' title='A&amp;E'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114462390836884638</id><published>2006-04-10T00:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T20:09:36.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And..</title><content type='html'>"If only you wanted me to, and if you'd let me, I could be there for you.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, *with my head hung low* Arsenal lost to Man United :( 2-0..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114462390836884638?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114462390836884638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114462390836884638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114462390836884638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114462390836884638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/04/and.html' title='And..'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114453833706037247</id><published>2006-04-08T12:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T23:53:09.703+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Get yourself together..</title><content type='html'>You got stuck in a moment, and you can't get out of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just too too TOO cool - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"&gt;www.myheritage.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out which celeb you look like :) Haha, it's just a feel-good thing.. Feels good doesn't it, when people tell you that you look like a famous beautiful person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S.. It's not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; accurate :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114453833706037247?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114453833706037247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114453833706037247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114453833706037247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114453833706037247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/04/get-yourself-together.html' title='Get yourself together..'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114440887132842587</id><published>2006-04-07T11:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T13:27:01.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The best sleep :)</title><content type='html'>Got me a good 8 hours of sleep last night - so fresh! But had to take a cab into the hospital today - kinda overslept ;P Forgot to bring my jacket :( Have to act macho today - walk home without a jacket.. We'll see how that goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - the weekend is ALMOST here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.. As I'm all for embarrasing myself.. Check this out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Sha's caption: "What do you get when 4 best friends try to harmonize to a t.A.t.U song?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We were not drunk. I repeat we were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I repeat &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; drunk. Those glasses on the table contain ICE &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEMON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; TEA. Hee hee hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed style="width: 350px; height: 264px;" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/19konO1vqHY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="244" width="330"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114440887132842587?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114440887132842587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114440887132842587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114440887132842587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114440887132842587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/04/best-sleep.html' title='The best sleep :)'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114426819301908570</id><published>2006-04-05T20:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T22:01:38.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasi goreng, yakitori and fine beans :)</title><content type='html'>Yo wazzaP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to write this post last night - hence the time and date of this post being wrong.. I ended up going to sleep instead :) Got myself a good 7 hours of sleep :D Was so so tired yesterday - just couldn't concentrate.. We were shown a video on chronic inflammation and.. I.. For the first time.. Slept in class.. For the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;FIRST TIME&lt;/span&gt;.. Had a good 20 minute nap before KJ stuck his hand in front of my face and started waving it ;P I think that's what he did anyway.. I'm not sure.. Woke up only to find Dr. G already starting his lecture.. Ohhh well :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a tutorial with Prof O Brien yesterday, gonna have one today with Dr. Dunne.. He is really nice - why I'm still scared of him, I do not know.. There's just an aura of greatness about him.. He took us to see a patient yesterday with a gangrenous little toe.. Not as gruesome as I had thought it would be but.. Yeah, the guy was really nice and very accomodating :) Went to another patient with a Charcot joint as a complication of diabetes. I do not enjoy taking histories.. It just seems so easy when you're thinking about what to ask and all that, but when it comes to DOING it.. I think I need a lot more practice and more confidence. And I need to know what I'm doing - haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has gone by pretty fast - it's already Thursday, the weekend's just around the corner :) So how did the first week of clinical attachments go? Pretty cool :) Opening my eyes a little more, testing how well my body can work with less sleep.. Bacteriology and pathology.. Hrmmm, interesting but at the same time - boring - mostly because by the time we have those lectures we're too tired to be paying full attention.. Medicine and surgery lectures are really cool though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!! Arsenal are in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;semi-finals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; OF THE &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;UEFA &lt;strong&gt;CHAMPIONS&lt;/strong&gt; LEAGUE&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, the title of the blog is what I had for dinner last night, and what I'm having for lunch today :) Wheeeeeeee :D Oh and I forgot to put in Japanese fish cakes as well :) Yum-yum :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current obsession: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ICEBERGERs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to have one at least once a day.. Was looking for a picture of it earlier, no luck :( Will take a picture myself and show youuuu :D YUMMY YUMMY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another new-found friend said "'Stacey' and 'food' are synonyms."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114426819301908570?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114426819301908570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114426819301908570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114426819301908570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114426819301908570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/04/nasi-goreng-yakitori-and-fine-beans.html' title='Nasi goreng, yakitori and fine beans :)'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114418769266748652</id><published>2006-04-04T20:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T22:38:26.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning at the Diabetic Day Clinic</title><content type='html'>Spent a couple of hours this morning at the Diabetic Day Clinic.. Started off hanging out Dr. Mongan and Ailbhe in an empty consultation room discussing diabetes.. Then moved on to observing what nurses at the clinic did and do ;P They're responsible mainly for patient education, and other things like measuring patients' weights and such.. But yeah, the relationship they have with patients is really cool, patients are way more comfortable around nurses than they are with doctors..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sat in with Dr. Dinneen.. He's great :) Real nice guy - took time to explain the reports to me, and asked what I thought and listened to what I had to say :) Saw a couple of patients that got me thinking? Something I don't really do often ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First patient was someone with Down's syndrome.. I've never actually met a person with Down's, and that just raised my awareness a bit more.. But what struck me most, was the love that just shone through her father's eyes.. "Sometimes after her bath, while I'm drying her feet, I tickle them.." To make sure she's still got sensation in them.. She was doing really well in managing her diabetes, and I believe its because she's got two parents who love her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a few other patients with different levels of management - some had their condition well under control, others - especially the ones who were recently diagnosed - didn't understand their condition well which lead to poor management..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another patient that opened my eyes a bit, was one who had to be admitted to hospital.. Wonder what it'd be like - coming in for a routine check, only to be told you would have to stay in the hospital for a couple of days - especially when you felt completely fine.. I've got this mindset that only people with more serious cases would be admitted into hospital - maybe I've got the bar for 'serious' set too high.. But it's all about management of a disease as well, if the best way to treat a patient is by having them close by, then so be it.. Especially when you don't know when the patient will be back, and when know the patient isn't caring for themselves right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think the topic of this blog is soon going to be 'A day in the life of.. another medical student' hahaha ;) Now I have something to say :) Tee hEE hEE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/1600/IMG_0875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/320/IMG_0875.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-R: Sumi, Steph, me, Ish, Shu and Cha Len :) Chinese New Year dinner 4th of February.. 2 months ago seems like such a long time ago.... Good times :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114418769266748652?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114418769266748652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114418769266748652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114418769266748652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114418769266748652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/04/morning-at-diabetic-day-clinic.html' title='Morning at the Diabetic Day Clinic'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114403059520888133</id><published>2006-04-03T03:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T03:36:55.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This is..</title><content type='html'>The start of the 2nd quarter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First of all, I'd like to thank You, Jesus.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big 2-0..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer in my 'teens'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well actually, I just turned &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TWENTEEN&lt;/span&gt;.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; weekend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks you guys for making such an effort to celebrate with me - I promise I won't be so depressed next year ;) Just jumped the 2nd hurdle.. First one was easy - just couldn't wait to turn 10, and then 11, and then 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, then uh-oh I see the next one coming up.. Have to start preparing to jump, 19.. And ker-PLOP.. Hehe, 20 - I have arrived..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mayyybe, I should have got the return ticket instead of one-way.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph, Hema, Thava, Julian, Shu, James, Ji&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zhang&lt;/span&gt; n Ish - thanks for taking me to Eastern Tandoori for lunch :) Won't ever be going there ever again - but that's a story for another day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://136gd.blogspot.com"&gt;136 GD &lt;/a&gt;- The house that feeeeeds me :) Thanks so much for being so thoughtful :D Wish we'd had more time though - if only it wasn't Monday today.. But hey! Weather forecasts look good ;D The cakes you guys &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baked&lt;/span&gt; were SOOOOOO good!! Not only are they a household full of FUN, laughter, brains and last but not least &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;.. But they're all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAKERS&lt;/span&gt; too!! Hehe, love you guys! Have a great week ahead :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://afzaza.blogspot.com"&gt;Afza&lt;/a&gt; - So sweet of you to dedicate a whole post on your blog to wishing me happy birthday :D Great job on the photo slideshow :D So sweet :D And sorry didn't get to spend time with you yesterday.. Tonight ok??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph - Thanks so much for having me over and just for being such a gracious host and yeah, for just being there to listen, and not to judge, and also for distracting me for a while.. Love you loads :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my beloved housies - house outing tonight!! Yayyyy ;) Love you guys, and missed you the past couple of days.. But I'm baaaack! Mwahahahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114403059520888133?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114403059520888133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114403059520888133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114403059520888133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114403059520888133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is.html' title='This is..'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114362880121969120</id><published>2006-03-29T11:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T11:41:01.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Scones..</title><content type='html'>Raisin v. Plain..&lt;br /&gt;1. Raisin scones have raisins in them :P Plain scones do not.&lt;br /&gt;2. You have to put butter and/or jam on your plain scone :P You only have to put butter on your raisin scone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I do have something to say..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114362880121969120?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114362880121969120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114362880121969120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114362880121969120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114362880121969120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/03/scones.html' title='Scones..'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114356918022537923</id><published>2006-03-28T18:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T18:48:32.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'>100/60 mmHg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/1600/251003%20059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 286px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/320/251003%20059.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;s&gt;"Low blood pressure can be a sign of good health in some people with no symptoms (e.g., athletes), indicating that their hearts, lungs and blood vessels are well conditioned and in good working order." Cool, so let's just assume the that's where I'm at :)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, scratch that :P Normal range for blood pressures is 90/60 mmHg to 130/80 mmHg.. I'm starting to doubt how dependable my web resources are.. Athletes have a &lt;/span&gt;higher &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blood pressure than normal - says who? Says SUPER-GER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARSENAL BEAT JUVENTUS 2-0!! Fabregas and Henry scored :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Princess :D Miss my doggies.. There's also Fiona ;) Put up a picture of her another day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114356918022537923?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114356918022537923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114356918022537923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114356918022537923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114356918022537923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/03/10060-mmhg.html' title='100/60 mmHg'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114329190440378291</id><published>2006-03-25T12:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-25T13:06:51.530Z</updated><title type='text'>Do I really have nothing to say?</title><content type='html'>..other than what I did today, yesterday, what happened to me whenever it happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. I just remembered a phone call I got yesterday.. Forgot to tell the housemates :P Our refuse charges for this year and what we didn't pay for last year amounts to a grand total of €435.. That's so crazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I don't think I really have much to say, other that what goes on :P Anyway this blog is supposed to be sort of a way to keep in touch? Yeah, just to let people at home and around know what's going on with me :) Is that acceptable? Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe its already Saturday.. Tomorrow's Sunday, and then its gonna be another long but quick week.. Lots and lots to do.. Hehe, just realised I already mentioned that in my previous post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, let's talk about this whole clinical skills course :) Something other than my day to talk about.. Its gone by incredibly fast.. Feels like we just started, who knew 3 weeks had gone by..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks.. Had to say goodbye.. Alan and Kelly have left for good :( Its so much easier to leave t han it is to be left behind, the ones left behind have to carry on without you, but the ones who leave have a whole new life to start. Miss them both so much, I think I'm still in denial that they've really gone.. Maybe they're just on a trip back.. But I know deep down they're not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks.. Got myself a boyfriend :P Things are going good :) But yeah.. Still getting used to this whole relationship thing.. Still not comfortable with expressing affection.. Still getting used to hanging out with friends together :P But it's all good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks with an awesome tutor - Dr. McEnroy :) She takes us to the most relevant patients and its just been great learning from her.. Although we end late most days, I'd say the tutorials are the best part of the day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks.. Went to Dublin :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks.. Lost a little weight because I was sick the first week :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks.. No studying done whatsoever.. A lot of hands-on work which is great - I learn so much better that way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks.. Of getting to know my lovely group mates :) 5 Irish (James, John, Alva, Dierdre &amp; Sine) and 5 Malaysians (Alia, Aimi, Pulut, Nadiya &amp;amp; myself) Yeah, hope we get to be in the same group for attachments too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee, still going around shaking people up asking if they're OK.. Hope it gets old soon :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Tesco I go :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114329190440378291?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114329190440378291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114329190440378291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114329190440378291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114329190440378291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/03/do-i-really-have-nothing-to-say.html' title='Do I really have nothing to say?'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114321260686218941</id><published>2006-03-24T14:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-24T15:03:26.876Z</updated><title type='text'>Are you OK? ARE YOU OK??</title><content type='html'>Just had a BLS (Basic Life Support) session ;) Ask me if I know how to do CPR bebehhh.. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym then Ju-on and dinner tonight.. Cracking down on research for our group presentation, start studying for the MCQ on Friday, laundry, grocery shopping, catching up on sleep.. Church Sunday morning - the weeks are seriously FLYING by.. Think it all comes back to being tired at the end of the day, having dinner and showering, preparing for the next day,  usual pre-going-to-bed routine and then the grand finale, sleeeeeeeep :D Of course that doesn't include all the SMS's that have to be sent and replied and so on.. Anywho, I'm off to an ECG tutorial :P Whoop-de-doooo.. A little hyper today.. Hope it lasts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buh-byeee :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114321260686218941?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114321260686218941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114321260686218941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114321260686218941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114321260686218941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/03/are-you-ok-are-you-ok.html' title='Are you OK? ARE YOU OK??'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114304488798212182</id><published>2006-03-22T16:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-24T01:08:18.263Z</updated><title type='text'>I wanna go.. somewhere :)</title><content type='html'>Wanna go on another holiday :P Just found out today that our Easter holidays run from the 13th to the 18th of April.. Right now I just find myself being so tired (cf. &lt;a href="http://afzaza.blogspot.com"&gt;Afza&lt;/a&gt;) You're not the only one :P Yeah so a typical day's routine would be, get up at 7am, lie in bed til 8am, get ready and eat, start walking to the CSI at half 8.. Lecture at 9, breakfast with &lt;a href="http://136gd.blogspot.com"&gt;KJ&lt;/a&gt; at 10, clinical examination at 11, break from 12 - 3, practical skills at 3, tutorial at 4, start walking home at 6 plus.. Get home, cook, eat, shower and before I know it, it'll be 12 and I'd be regretting not going to sleep earlier.. Tonight am going to sleep early though :P So exhausted - my fault for staying online til half 1 last night.. And didn't really get to rest well since Monday - went to the gym and still not recovered yet.. The aching only started this morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a thing on suturing :) Pretty cool stuff.. But didn't get to practice :( One day, one day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/1600/IMG_0884.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/320/IMG_0884.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to sleep now, but will leave you with a picture :D &lt;a href="http://136gd.blogspot.com"&gt;My little snail brother&lt;/a&gt; and myself :) We just click and its so awesome :) Couldn't have asked for a better friend :) 5th med we'll be housemates ok? Remember you promised meeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken at our usual hangout bar - 'The Living Room' this time without the glasses of vomit courtesy of a member of the 136GD household ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Without crazy guys trying to tackle Thava for having 5 hot chicas dancing around him :P What other adventures did we have I wonder :) That's it for now :D Will try to remember some more for your entertainment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tune in again during the day for more up to date news in the life of a tired and greedy (the kind related to food)  percussion-extraordinaire (as in respiratory examination-yeah bebehhh..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Goodnight all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114304488798212182?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114304488798212182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114304488798212182' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114304488798212182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114304488798212182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-wanna-go-somewhere.html' title='I wanna go.. somewhere :)'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114295278889011657</id><published>2006-03-21T14:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-21T14:53:08.936Z</updated><title type='text'>Schistomiasis</title><content type='html'>Why did I volunteer to present?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114295278889011657?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114295278889011657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114295278889011657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114295278889011657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114295278889011657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/03/schistomiasis.html' title='Schistomiasis'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114281374693809585</id><published>2006-03-19T23:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-20T00:27:15.896Z</updated><title type='text'>To Dublin and back, and to the hospital and back..</title><content type='html'>Went to Dublin :) Wasn't a very fruitful shopping trip, but had sOOOO much fun with my little 5-year old little tì tì :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to 'sleep' at quarter past 2, and ended up talking and talking and talking til, "Oh shit, it's 5 o'clock" then talked some more before deciding to finally sleep :P An hour later, &lt;a href="http://136gd.blogspot.com/"&gt;KJ &lt;/a&gt;woke up and started getting ready - leaving me in bed til quarter to 7.. Taxi arrived at 7 and we embarked on our day trip :) Talked some more on the bus, good thing we decided to sleep or things would have ended up something like, "Oh shit, we're in Dublin already?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast at Burger King and then started shopping.. Shopping wise - I came back with a new pair of pants (trousers) and a new pair of shoes :P Pretty unfruitful - imagined myself coming home, up to my elbows with bags and bags of stuff.. But no.. Whenever you set out with the purpose of buying something, you end up finding nothing.. And when window shopping, you end up finding everything you've ever wanted :P Haha, I exaggerate but that's the irony of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food wise - nothing could go wrong - other than ordering too, too much.. Dim sum for lunch! (an hour or so after 'breakfast') Hmmm, what did we have.. We had.. Siew mai, ha kaw, char siew, siew yuk, jellyfish, beancurd rolls, lo mai kai, prawn dumplings, char siew pau, egg tarts.. Can't remember what else.. But for 2 not-so-hungry friends, it was a lot.. Ended up playing a game, just so we'd be able to finish everything.. We asked each other questions, and if someone didn't get the answer right, or didn't have the answer to their own question - they'd have to eat up :) Good game, haha, cos I won! Mwahahaha.. Still ended up having to take food away :P So, maybe now you have an idea of how much we ordered.. Pudged around Grafton and Henry Street with full bellies after that.. I gave up on shopping after the abovementioned bought items, and we went to look for the 'Oriental Emporium' instead.. Bought some Asian food to bring back and then went to Haagen Dazs.. And we ate the fondue for 2 :) Aaaaaah.. SOOOO yum-yum ;) Went back to Burger King again after that - to buy food to take on the bus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a lady at the ATMs begging for money, and saw a man on the street playing the accordion and entertaining a group of people for money.. Which one would you rather be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to &lt;a href="http://www.discoverychurchireland.com/"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt; as usual :) Message today was really good.. Bout temptation.. You think you've heard it all but.. Yeah, you haven't really :P Temptation isn't sin, they're not  interchangeable words. God can use your temptations to reveal what's in your heart - what you're hungry for.. Those are the main things I got out of the sermon today :P The excitement of the day must have kicked them out my brain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, Steph, Ji, Esther and I went over to Hema's place to hang out before we all went to McD's for lunch.. &lt;a href="http://136gd.blogspot.com/"&gt;KJ&lt;/a&gt; and Thava only arrived later.. But yeah, I felt a little awkward cos it was sorta the first time we all hung out after Thava and I got together.. I do not enjoy being teased. Just get a little annoyed and yeah.. So uncomfortable.. Anyway.. Yeah, got a couple of things from Dunnes after that and came home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring afternoon, tidying up and ironing and folding some laundry.. Until I got a phone call from Zool, "&lt;a href="http://afzaza.blogspot.com/"&gt;Afza&lt;/a&gt; can't wake up! Can you call an ambulance?" Ran downstairs and picked up the phone book to look for an emergency number.. Didn't find one so looked for hospitals and called UCHG.. After calling, went to tell Sheila and Imran who were in the kitchen.. Raced to &lt;a href="http://afzaza.blogspot.com/"&gt;Afza&lt;/a&gt;'s house to find the paramedics standing over an unconscious &lt;a href="http://afzaza.blogspot.com/"&gt;Afza&lt;/a&gt;, taking her blood pressure and checking her blood glucose.. Blood pressure was raised and blood glucose was normal.. They tried to wake her up as well, and it didn't work. Zool tested her pupillary reflex earlier (shone a light into her eyes to see if her pupils contracted) and they were absent. Ambulance took her to the hospital where she was taken to the 'Resuscitation room' to be resuscitated obviously.. Zool was with her then, Sheila, Zaidan and I were sitting outside just waiting.. Finally got to get inside and the nurse told us she'd be OK.. No sigh of relief yet though, she was still unconscious.. Blood pressure was low and heart rate was much lower than normal.. And her arms just felt so cold.. And she looked so tired.. The nurse then gave her an IV drip of a sodium solution, and wheeled her into the next room.. After a couple minutes, Afza came to and I called Sheila and Zaidan in.. Then the sigh of relief :) Apparently she fainted because of an overreactive vaso-vagal reflex.. It's happened before but they didn't diagnose her condition. She's fine and well now, sleeping off her tiredness :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its the beginning of another week, wonder what happened to the last one and why it went by so fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/1600/IMG_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/320/IMG_0011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lover-ly pancake from 2 weeks ago.. Picture taken.. 2 weeks ago :D Mwahahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114281374693809585?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114281374693809585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114281374693809585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114281374693809585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114281374693809585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-dublin-and-back-and-to-hospital-and.html' title='To Dublin and back, and to the hospital and back..'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114264712897259112</id><published>2006-03-18T01:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-18T02:14:57.776Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Dayyy :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/1600/Brussels%20219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4500/0/320/Brussels%20219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once my day began at half 1, rolling out of bed into a cold and messy room.. Spent a couple of hours tidying and organising before making myself some lunch - black pepper beef and fried rice :) Took me 10 minutes to make and cooking made me happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, hello there :) Welcome to what's probably my 7th or 8th blog in 5 years? Hehe.. Yeah.. Another blog just for fun - not like I maintained the others.. I say this at the beginning of most of my blogs - that I'm going to make an effort to keep it alive.. I think I mean it this time :) I've got some friends who've started blogs too, and others who've started updating again so.. Hopefully will be motivated to keep on updating :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch 'The Pink Panther' just now with Thava, was a pretty silly movie at the beginning but ended up being a fun movie :) Went into 'The Hills have Eyes' for the craic.. 2nd movie that I've walked out of in my life.. It was just getting too twisted for me, so let my guard down and let myself be seen as a scared, little girl :P Wonder when I started becoming such a chicken..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Dublin in the morning with &lt;a href="http://136gd.blogspot.com"&gt;KJ&lt;/a&gt; for a shopping spreeeeee :) Just started our clinical skills course 2 weeks ago? And am already running out of formal clothes to wear :P Shops in Galway are limited and have very little variety.. Hence the day trip to Dublin :) We're getting a half 7 bus in the morning and an 8pm bus back.. Exciting schtuff :D Staying over at &lt;a href="http://136gd.blogspot.com"&gt;KJ&lt;/a&gt;'s tonight - my very gracious host :) I get to sleep on the bed, while he has to sleep on the floor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post some more when I get back :) Take care and have a good weekend people :D Leave you with a picture..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114264712897259112?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114264712897259112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114264712897259112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114264712897259112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114264712897259112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-st-patricks-dayyy-d.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Dayyy :D'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12240731.post-114234793509723669</id><published>2006-03-14T14:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-14T14:52:15.096Z</updated><title type='text'>Hello :)</title><content type='html'>YO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12240731-114234793509723669?l=stoosi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/feeds/114234793509723669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12240731&amp;postID=114234793509723669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114234793509723669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12240731/posts/default/114234793509723669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoosi.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello.html' title='Hello :)'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589132329099757276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_svQTkH_8ejw/SFBa8bnQwGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hutEbkr860g/S220/CIMG7677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
