The charcoal for heating the boat...

Before you read this, try to read this story first.

At that night, I thought about my coming 20th birthaday, I thought until 2.50 a.m. After that, I began to study for tomorrow PBL until 4 am. This is because I didn't forget the PBL also contributes 5% to our continuous assessment.

Therefore, after I thought for a long time, I think my lucky number for today is

2 7 . 8 0

And I have decided to buy 4-D from the captain of the boat, so that I have a chance to win the Grand Prize and no need to study...

Haha... LOL...

21

21, is not a very big number, but also not a negligible number.

If it is used in the speed of a motorbike, it will become quite fast for Beh, quite slow for me and very slow for a professional cyclist.

If it is used in the speed of a car, it will become very slow for every driver.

If it is used in the speed of a train, it will become absolutely slow for the captain.

If it is used in the speed of an aeroplane, it will become extremely slow for the pilot.

How about in the aspect of age?

Is it quite old? Or is it quite immature?

It is quite a significant age. If you don't believe, you can try to search image in Google by typing "21st birthday cake", and you will see many cakes come out with the number of 21.

These are some of the examples.

I think 21 years is the point for a person to change from adolescence to adult.

Therefore, it is quite a special and important age.

But if you think carefully, what have we done in the past 20 years?
Will we regret for the past 20 years?
And what have we planned for the next coming 20 years?

Take some time to think about it...

Today and tomorrow, two people are going to pass this point.

Who are them?

Do you know them?

Tada...

They are Tonnii and Vern Jun!!!

Here, I would like to use this opportunity to wish them,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

If you don't know, or forgot already their birthday, quick quick go and wish them.

Nice 21!

N/B: Sorry for Tonnii, because 21 can only be used in the condition of Vern Jun. I mentioned your birthday because your birthday is just 1 day before. Nevermind, I believe you also have passed a wonderful 21.

A story of a blue dustbin

21 January 1912 is a significant day for Prof Niki’. This is because after many years hard works and lab works on the mysterious species of BINs, he had created the 5th generation bin~ Gin’s Bin, or better called it as Chai_zhen’s Bin, Cz Bin.

Beside that, that day is also a very very very important day for me.

Wait a minute; I forgot to introduce myself.

I am exactly the 5th generation of Bin, Cz Bin. 100% pure.


Today is my 94 years birthday. If you are too young and want to know more about me, please click here.

I was once very popular in South East Asia. At that time, the people found out that I am very useful in many aspects:

- I can eat different kinds of thing(plastic bags, tissue papers, papers, sometimes used pens, and etc)
- I can eat quite a number of things(which the human named them as rubbish)
- I can eliminate the culprit(Prof Canon and Prof Daniel Chon were accused) I don't know oo, this is told by Prof Niki one.
- My name can appear on the faculty notice board, then in the Dean list, then in the magazine, in local dailies, in Reader’s Digest and Time Magazine. ~by Prof Canon
- I am quite small, cute, pretty.
- I am suitable to be put at the corridor or somewhere near the toilet.

I have to thank Prof Niki and Prof Canon for their effort and investigation that giving me so many abilities and functions.

One staff in FMHS, UNIMAS, Kuching, Sarawak, Malaysia, South East Asia is also attracted by me.

And thus, he bought me and some of my clones and put us in different places in FMHS.

Some of my clones are very fortune, they can enjoy the air-con in the library.
Some of my clones are not that good, they have to withstand and try to survive in a small smelly toilet with billions or trillions of Staph. sp, Strep. sp, and some more Neisseria.

However, my luck is not too bad or even too good. I can only get the place near the toilet, but not inside the toilet.

There are only a few humans use the toilet at Level3. Sometimes, if I am quite boring, I will count the number of human using this toilet.

Everytime when the human is passing by me, I hope they can throw something for me to eat.

What I can get is a few pieces of tissue papers and sometimes with their plastic.

After I was fulled, the staff will take me to pass faeces to a big black plastic beg. My mouth can be used for two functions, eat and pass faeces; and my digestive system is very simple.

Until one day...

the staff heard his friends said that some rubbish (thing I eat) contain Non-Steroid Anti Inflammation Drugs(NSAID), which contain Cox I and Cox II inhibitors. Their side effects are anti-platelet, renal failure, and the most common is GASTRIC ULCER. This means that my stomach might be injured by these rubbish.

Therefore, he put a layer of protective membrane to line my stomach to reduce the possibility of getting ulcers.

The protective membrane is in my stomach. Haha! Don't envy!

I was quite happy with that membrane. The staff also labeled me with my name in a selofan tape. That is for him to recognise us better.

He did this thing secretly without telling others because he scared that Dean will scold him on taking these ridiculous actions.

But, "the paper cannot cover the fire", this strange thing had been discovered by someone.

He can't believe that a normal blue dustbin has its own name - Cz Bin.

Therefore, he did many investigations. photo

My origin, research on me, process of investigation, and small complication.

The student who found my difference.

INJURY-LOSS OF STIMULATION-ATROPHY-DEGRADED

I think these terms are very familiar for the 1st year medical students in UNIMAS, and almost can say, they are at the tips of our fingers. Suddenly, an idea appeared in my mind. How can I relate these terms with my blog.

Do you know why I removed the comments section?

And do you want to know why I removed it?

Ok, it is due to an INJURY(a post), causes my blog LOSS OF STIMULATION(less popular), and the comments section becomes ATROPHY(empty), so I DEGRADED(removed) it.

Funny? LOL. Have a nice day.

where my happy heart goes? Part2

After I read this post at Life is once!!, a desire to write the part 2 of this post is suddenly filled my heart and brain. Although I haven't got the consent from the 1st author; although this block-musculoskeletal is quite tough; and although the quiz is just around the corner, I still have to give my opinion before I start studying.

I still remember the life when I was studying in Johore Matriculation College...

Initially, we were still not too closed, and our relationship is just at the "hi friends" level. At that time, I missed my life in Form 5 very very much even till today. Although my class in Form 5 only had 10 Chinese, 9 boys (1 in memory) and 1 girl, our relationship is like "aur dengan tebing", that means very close. But after a few months in Matriculation, although there were many small small and big big quarrels among ourselves, I started thinking in a special way. I am not sure whether the others are thinking same as me. In my mind, I think that, we can gather from different parts of the country to study in the same college, is not an easy job for God. So I started to appreciate this opportunity given by God. I can feel the others also had the same view as me, especially when we were in the end of the course. We became more tolerant and understand each others well.

Of course, we have our own small groups in Matriculation. I am in a group of 7 boys. But later, some girls came in, and our number of member increased to 10. 10 people, is neither a small number, nor a big number. The quarrels are the thing we could not prevent. But when it occurred, we won't be upset, afraid or even angry, because we were sure that we will become good friends back soon. 1 week, 5 days, 3 days, 1 day, 1 hour, or even 1 hour until I made a joke-"You have made me angry, I refuse to talk with you in 1 minute period". Haha... I know that some people may feel that I am crazy, but I think this is the best alternative way to solve all the quarrels, because the hope is still there.

My journey of studying continues, and we had to be separated into different University, due to different courses. And I almost lost my contacts with them.

A new life began, and I have to set my mind to continue the journey with a happy heart and enjoy the new life. This is because entering the medical school is my dream and my decision during the application. However, I feel that it is quite difficult to stay with a group of clever people. My happy heart is gradually disappeared like what described in "where my happy heart goes?"

I have lost my always-smiling face. At past, I even imagined I am the angle of joy, who will bring the joy, laugh, and happiness to the people surrounding me, that is why my email is luv_joy_peace86@yahoo.com. Three important angles - love, joy, and peace. From the Dean's lecture in Cognitive Neuroscience, I know that laugh is the best medicine, and it can increase the level of endorphin in our brain, to make our brain fresh. I know my life now is harmful and I hope there is a change soon. I hope I can enjoy my University life. And I hope I won't gain nothing after 5 years in university. I hope others to respect on me and hopefully I will respect on them.

This is quite a sad post, I do not specify anyone. But I think I felt better after I wrote it out as I know medical life is busy, rushing, and no people have time to hear from me. No other purpose except for untying the knot in my heart. Okay, I have to study already.

Where My Happy Heart Goes? - a very good question.