My name is Su-Yen
Or I could also be Yennie or Yen.
I am seventeen going on a hundred.
I like long walks and country sides.
I like the smell of rain and trees.
This is my blog, Though I'm not sure what it's actually for.
Maybe I want attention. Like yay! x)
No seriously, maybe I do.
Thursday, 26 November 2009!
LAMENTED AT; 12:31 am
It's just us and science. :)
The exams are soooo overated. I say this because all the hype and pressure leading up to it is definitely not what they make it to be. Anyway, I am just glad that it is almost over.
Anyway, I am very happy to say that this is my first post on my Mac!! It's about time because my desktop has been like uber slow as of late. PLUS, now i get to use ichat and skype with a webcam!
The sad part though, is that I have no msn LIVE so my messenger is just a boring piece of work. Luckily though, someone very cool recommended i use Adium which happens to have more flexibility so I am still getting used to it. Therefore, please forgive Chia Su-Yen if she accidentally goes offline or signs out suddenly.
On a very bright note, Addmath was today and I am alive! Yeah, Big deal right? but for every question I answer, I am so hugely amazed. Yes, sometimes i expect to not be able to answer a single question. :(
I also watched MULAN tonight!! Thank God the Disney Channel is finally showing something worth watching. I used to be a huge disney channel fan but their shows are getting so crappy. Who cares about stupid talking magic gourds?!
MULAN made me smile the whole way. If you actually rewatch a Disney classic and observe the dialogue, you'll realise that it is actually very witty! and if you are even more observant, you will also notice the lyrics from the songs which are so darn funny and inspiring.
My absolute fav song would be this one...
I dont know why but I absolutely cracked up when at 1:44 they started singing "WE ARE MAN" in the background. I find it so hugely entertaining. loooooveee it.
It's soo inspiring it makes you want to grab life by the horns and wrestle it to the ground! Disney shows are lame blablabla, but it's played such a huge role in my childhood that sometimes even though you don't like it, you just watch it for the sake of remembering your childhood- the life of naps, playtime, homework and friends before problems, assignments, presentations, exams and people of the opposite sex.
But i guess we all gotta grow up some time right?
I like Macs! they make you look good. :)
Cause you make me crazy & I love you.
Friday, 13 November 2009!
LAMENTED AT; 9:24 pm
3 Posts in a Row!
Correction, There are only TWO podiatrists in the whole of Malaysia! that's serious bank x 2.
honestly, I don't know what I'm doing giving you all updates on my foot on my blog, bare with me. x)
Today was my first physio session! What's physio like? It is painful because of all the stretching he made me do. here are the few things I've found out today..
- The clicking and grinding noise coming from my toe is not in fact from my toe but from my right ankle.
- Not being able to squat without tip-toeing is not normal.
- All your toes should be able to to extend towards you by about 15-20 degrees. Mine is able to extend less than 5.
- Balancing on one foot is actually really hard.
I have to say the worse exercise was the one where there was an inclined plane mounted on a wall. you're supposed to step on the slanted part facing the wall to give your calves a good stretch. I literally kept falling backwards! Very embarassing but luckily I seemed to be too busy laughing. I also did topple over attempting a squat. SIGH.
Anyways, here are some very cool toilet signs. :D
p.s: you all really should be studying. =p
Wednesday, 11 November 2009!
LAMENTED AT; 7:57 pm
More Trips to the Clinic.
Had the follow up check up for my foot with X-ray in hand.
it's goodbye to pretty heels and hello to orthopedics, sports shoes and clarks for me. =(
Oh, and did i mention I have to go for rehab and physio for my ankle now? And after that, if and when they manage to fix my ankle, they have to fix my knee which apparently bends inwards abnormally! =(
The world's not fair! my legs are already short compared to my torso. whhyy...? Whyy?
does thishave to happen to me and not to someone with fabulously long legs?
Okay, I shall stop complaining now.
Yup, the last two are Sole-less.
P.S: Did you know that there are only two podiatrists in the entire KL?! TWO. Think about it! wouldn't you be making serious bank if practically everyone in kl had bad feet defects and you were one of the two specialists who could help people with serious foot problems?
Tuesday, 10 November 2009!
LAMENTED AT; 6:32 pm
Weak Ankles for Life.
So I finally got to get my feet checked out at this special clinic where they check feet! The doctor's called a podiatrist which is basically someone who studies feet and specialises in them. ( Yes! that includes flat foots, bow foots, and high arched feet).
It's kind of sad actually.. For those of you who are not so aware of my situation, I have sprained my ankles about 5 times or so in the past 2 or 3 years. Everytime netball season comes, I sprain my foot at least once. I can even sprain it while walking around in sports shoes. =/ it's become such a habit that my sprained ankles heal at the speed of lightning too to compensate for the amount of times i've sprained it.
Anywho, the secretary at the clinic was soo nice. she was actually bubbly and happy and she seemed to actually like her life! I mean come on, how many secretaries/nurses have you seen behind a desk who actually look like they like their job?? She was all polite and curteous while answering calls and even refered to me by my name! Who wouldn't want to come back to a happy clinic like that?!
So they made me walk on this treadmill without any shoes for a while while they videotaped it from the back. then the doctor called me in and asked me to walk back and forth to the door and back. Then he checked my feet and concluded that my arch was too high and that had contributed to all the times I sprained my ankle. I think he knew something was wrong when when he rotated my ankles he could hear and feel clicking noises. super scary cause i don't want to ever end up in a wheel chair ever! So the story is that when i walk, my feet collapse inwards a bit so as to cause my ankle to be weirdly angled.. Any sudden movements and my ankle goes crack! and I sprain my ankle again. rooaar.
What I'm really worried about now though (for vain reasons) is the shoes i cannot wear! Like how I'm incredibly sure my mum will insist I wear sports shoes as much as I can now. aagh. I practically live in my wedges because well, my calves are like huge. grr.
that very same day I got my first ever x-ray done! and i kept thinking about all the little sparks of radiation going through my body and killing at least a few hundred body cells. Science has never made me look at things the same way again. =(
Anyways, here is something that will cheer you up!
Soft toys humping each other. It's a movie poster, btw. :)
Wednesday, 4 November 2009!
LAMENTED AT; 12:27 am
Warning: pessimistic ramble ahead!
Another one of those nights where I resolve to sleep early, like at 10 but somehow manage to find something to do till 12 even though I'm completely engulfed by tiredness and just can't find rest or peace on my mind. Yeah, you can bet this'll be one of those long thoughtful might/ might not make sense to you posts.
As I am writing this, it is officially 12.00am on a wednesday morning and I find myself on the edge of wanting something more.. Something so much more that i can't right now wrap my finger around it. It's as if there's this thing that keeps bugging me- it keeps telling me that there's something very important I need to do, see or even realise before it's too late. It clings to my ankles like shakles and I can't seem to shake the feeling off.
Maybe I'm reminicent about leaving highschool behind. Maybe I've just started getting a bit jumpy for the exams which I've convinced myself don't really matter. They don't for me anyway, that i can tell you. But somehow there is something in me that is oddly sadistic. A part of me that wants to see myself suffer and a part of me that just wants to feel like I'm going mad with stress. All this because I want to burry the guilt in me that seems to haunt me when I face something i don't want to face. It makes me feel better that I'm actually suffering for something I hate to do, rather than bumping and floating around in a carefree manner. It sickens me how I can be so dark but it's an addiction I can't seem to be able to shake off.
Really if i had my way, we'd all still be farmers and small-time fishermen in the medieval century. We'd grow up in the countryside knowing where our boring mundane life would end up- just like our parents who were born and bred for the positions they had now. We'd grow into ourselves, find the person of our dreams, get married, have babies and have a kick out of that simple life. Who'd care about the "what if's" in life when there weren't any if's.
So what if one day our world were to end in a big explosion (which would probably happen)? Would our constitutions, our deeds, our acts or contribution to society on Earth really matter at all? Imagine, everything we deem worthy and of the any importance completely destroyed within a blink of an eye. Languages, history, people, memories, monuments, documents and government secrets all gone, just like that.
Would those things which we once thought were so important actually matter then? Seems rather trivial isn't it? Especially when you compare it to the exam we'll have to be taking soon, which by the way, isn't even worldwidely recognised or respected. What are we doing with our lives?
I'm sorry to bother you with all these very pessimistic thoughts, but I'm afraid i'll have to part with them with sleep on my mind. Finally after ranting about how life sometimes feels completely pointless but still believing that it is in fact, worth living for the little things, I conclude that us human beings are a mixed up bunch. We think we know what we want. And when we do, we go all out to get it, only to realise that it isn't enough and that there'll always be something more out there. we'll keep up this facade of searching and searching until we find the one thing that will keep us content forever- that something that makes a supposedly worthless life just all the more worth living.
You've got to find that one thing before you die, if not you'll never go in peace.
I miss you.