<?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-6018602</id><updated>2011-07-31T09:08:53.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goliathe's Blog!</title><subtitle type='html'>My VERY OWN blog =)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>613</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-2580595903559149377</id><published>2009-12-09T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T23:06:37.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its been so long since i blogged.things arent the happiest.things arent the worst.but im busy and stressed.so many things to do, so many friends to meet.and mcqs to fill.working.studying.while you're playing.laugh at me, the lousy med student.go on.i just want to rest.rest in someones arms.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/2580595903559149377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/2580595903559149377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#2580595903559149377' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-2909226439360356095</id><published>2009-10-02T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T00:43:15.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it takes two.at the same time.to fall in love.but it only takes one.to end it.haha. simple?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/2909226439360356095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/2909226439360356095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#2909226439360356095' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-5158171425670592589</id><published>2009-09-26T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T20:36:46.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>certain events of the day make me think about myself in general. perhaps, things that i hold on to strongly, should be slowly let go. things that i believed to have, i dont anymore. ah.sometimes, i dont want to do anything anymore. just run away from the face of this earth. theres so much pressure and stress and so many things to do. why? why cant i just freeze time. and do the things i want to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/5158171425670592589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/5158171425670592589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#5158171425670592589' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-2784883932131971464</id><published>2009-09-02T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:17:28.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and when you know someone is feeling shitty, you try to be nice. you try to make a few jokes here and there, lighten up the mood. add a smile to that face, even if its just for little awhile.sometimes you dont know what to say but a hug says it all.and if i let go of this memory, it'd really disappear into nothingness.if you missed korea, i miss you even more.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/2784883932131971464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/2784883932131971464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#2784883932131971464' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-5654343350192502476</id><published>2009-08-13T19:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:10:23.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and so, it's over.what's over?many things are over.national day was just over.my eopt was over a few hours ago.some happy things are over.others, not yet.my 21st isnt over.christmas isnt over.cny isnt either.some things, i wish werent over.some things would have just begun,right about now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/5654343350192502476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/5654343350192502476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#5654343350192502476' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-149069813915051008</id><published>2009-08-09T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T15:16:23.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a replay of a year ago? perhaps, perhaps not.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/149069813915051008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/149069813915051008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#149069813915051008' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-2579151067184884917</id><published>2009-08-01T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T23:57:26.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and i wish time could move backwards.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/2579151067184884917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/2579151067184884917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#2579151067184884917' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-739004815016717468</id><published>2009-07-29T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:45:17.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"General abdominal pain is often all that the patient will complain of during the first few hours of his attack.... But after the first few hours it becomes more evident that the chief seat of pain is at [the iliac fossa], and the general pain then usually subsides.... In every case the seat of greatest pain, determined by the pressure of one finger, has been very exactly between an inch and a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/739004815016717468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/739004815016717468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#739004815016717468' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-5680412509076282316</id><published>2009-07-23T17:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:39:03.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Auguries of Innocence by William BlakeTo see a world in a grain of sand,And a heaven in a wild flower,Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,And eternity in an hour.pretty aint it. thanks Priya. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/5680412509076282316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/5680412509076282316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#5680412509076282316' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-3509587280827648516</id><published>2009-07-15T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:45:17.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today's episode in TTSH left me with many questions, for which i have little or no answers. in the midst of all the mugging, reading up, clerking patients, sometimes, we get too caught up in the motion of things that we dont actually realise patients are actually humans too.while the sun is up, every one scurries around the ward like headless chickens, nurses updating casefiles, med students </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/3509587280827648516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/3509587280827648516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#3509587280827648516' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-4640123217329789741</id><published>2009-07-13T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:09:08.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there will never be an end to the many wants in life.what's more important is not to think of them.actually, on hindsight, that isnt a really good idea.in fact, we should turn those wants into haves.then they wont bother you anymore.HAHA.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/4640123217329789741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/4640123217329789741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#4640123217329789741' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-8760034242695534543</id><published>2009-07-07T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:48:43.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahhh. so many things to do. so many so many so many things to do. everyday spending 20981293 hours at the hospital! no time to read, no time to sleep, no time to do my own things. ARGH.its scary thinking abt the sheer amount of stuff we needa know just for surg. can you imagine what's gonna happen for med posting?! ah. being thrown at the deep end of the pool. its scary. =Xwent for a haircut as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/8760034242695534543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/8760034242695534543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#8760034242695534543' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AOXCGP7khKs/SlNSIHAlJxI/AAAAAAAAAXY/nJNzRxAfdvI/s72-c/shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-4497969386607420455</id><published>2009-06-21T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:23:44.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and on the eve of the new beginning, i sit in front of my computer apprehensive of the future. not exactly apprehensive actually, well more of a butterflies in my stomach first-day-of-school jitters. it is afterall back to NUS for one entire day of school (and all my freaking pens dont work, i needa get new ones tmr), nonstop lectures from 10am to dunno when, before finally embarking on a nonstop</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/4497969386607420455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/4497969386607420455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#4497969386607420455' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-3920178545970167845</id><published>2009-06-11T11:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:49:34.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was just leaving j8 for home after having bought my dinner, when i saw the 410 leave the busstop. maybe it was just my luck, or my lack of skill, that i couldnt jaywalk across the road amidst the heavy traffic. sitting at the bus stop, my mind wandered. it was almost like an out of body experience and my gazed settled on a familiar sight.i first moved to bishan in primary four, roughly 9 years </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/3920178545970167845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/3920178545970167845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#3920178545970167845' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-2724948371097504294</id><published>2009-06-07T17:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:29:55.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cause' if one day you wake up,and find that you're missing me,and your heart starts to wonderwhere on this earth I could be,Thinking maybe you'd come back hereto the place that we'd meetand you'd see me waiting for youon the corner of the streetso I'm not moving..the memories.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/2724948371097504294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/2724948371097504294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#2724948371097504294' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-5251386122473615224</id><published>2009-05-27T20:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:47:43.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today, i did two things i never did before.1. successfully draw blood from a patient (with abit of help from a Doc)2. secret. ;) lol.ahh. CSFC is ending. i hope OSCEs will be easy. time to read some Talleys.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/5251386122473615224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/5251386122473615224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#5251386122473615224' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-1444359154821464101</id><published>2009-05-26T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:09:30.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today, i attempted to draw blood from my first patient.unfortunately, i missed the vein and caused much pain.i really feel quite bad. argh. i'll work harder tmr. =x</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/1444359154821464101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/1444359154821464101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#1444359154821464101' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-1940194458233943256</id><published>2009-05-25T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:45:17.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i see mirrors in your life, my life, his life.our lives are but mirrors of each other's lives.everything so painfully coincidental.the things we want to achieve, the neverending to-do list.the way we forget to smell the flowers or watch the sunset.to live today for tomorrow.is that what we really want?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/1940194458233943256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/1940194458233943256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#1940194458233943256' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-6374788939239372249</id><published>2009-05-24T20:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:50:58.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>affected and affection.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/6374788939239372249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/6374788939239372249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#6374788939239372249' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-7342046049804666507</id><published>2009-05-10T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:02:50.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so how did our family bond on Mother's Day? we went to our grandmother's house the ENTIRE day like nice filial grandsons, granddaughters and good lil children. my grandmother is a funny old woman. she asks the funniest of questions, and the best thing is she KEEPS asking them. a typical convo goes like:"what's your name again? i cant remember.""i'm Reuben!""oh you're Reuben! so tall already... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/7342046049804666507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/7342046049804666507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#7342046049804666507' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-8835052046113957636</id><published>2009-05-08T17:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T18:42:16.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's been ages since i last visited the Mandai Zoo. so long that i think it has been at least 10 years? i dont even how the entrance looks like.us Singaporeans arent really all fanatic about our zoo anyway. we're too grown up to bother about smelly 4-legged creatures roaming their pathetic enclosures, too temperature-sensitive to stay in the sweltering heat for hours, but more importantly, these </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/8835052046113957636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/8835052046113957636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#8835052046113957636' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-1319508861881240413</id><published>2009-05-06T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:48:30.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>looks like the orange is gonna turn lemon yellow or leek green soon. which probably means us plankton at the bottom of the medical food chain hierarchy will slowly be phased back into the wards. this week has been slow, scattered with a few useless trips back to school. but time passes quick and its time to start reading the browse and talley's and begin consolidating stuff for CSFC.CSFC doesnt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/1319508861881240413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/1319508861881240413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#1319508861881240413' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-4418291675736121472</id><published>2009-05-01T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:13:47.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when all the pillars you've invested your time in come crashing down,would you look back and wish you never gave up that one pillar that stood by you all this while?castle on a cloud</summary><link rel='edit' 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settled in yet. im abit apprehensive yet also glad that m2 is over (i hope no direct supps PLEASE cannot be so suay rite my CA scores were decent). but with m3, the learning curve is steep and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/5676338623109302913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/5676338623109302913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#5676338623109302913' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-5558570916488953057</id><published>2009-04-17T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:17:54.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>time flies doesnt it. two years of med school has passed us by. in a short few days we're gonna be hitting the wards. so many things to learn, so many things to remember. and slowly responsibility sinks in... we are expected to know. no longer are we gonna be the happy go lucky, theory-fied fact-filled year1s or 2s who can breeze by sch life just by memorising snell and mugging mark taylor's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/5558570916488953057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/5558570916488953057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#5558570916488953057' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-8347026691297149826</id><published>2009-04-15T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T01:05:57.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when the world stops spinning,when the darkness descends,when the silence surrounds,voices in my head take over.and i wanna run,i dont wanna fight them -the emotions, the memories, the feelings.but i cant.i want them all back,comforted in the haven i created,for where you'll be beautiful,for all eternity.your eyes are the brightest of all the colours</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/8347026691297149826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/8347026691297149826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#8347026691297149826' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-2470196493175823256</id><published>2009-04-12T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:04:23.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tomorrow marks the beginning of CSFC! wheeee. i cant help but feel more like a doctor already. my two wonderful CG mates have kindly volunteered their very nice median cubital veins for my venepuncture perfection. YAY! thanks.unhappy events of the past week -erased-I WENT ON A SHOPPING SPREE LAST NIGHT AT TAMPINES1 OMGOMGOMG.i swear if you watched Confessions of a Shopaholic, everything that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/2470196493175823256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/2470196493175823256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#2470196493175823256' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-3766303791799847981</id><published>2009-04-05T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:28:58.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>六月に日本へ行く。あなたが行ったところと同じい。行ったことがないですが、もうおなじみの感情があった。雪が降って、写真を撮った。２０分間電話したこと。聞き慣れた声だ。永遠に忘れられない。さよならを言うのは難しくて、言わなくてはいけません。</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/3766303791799847981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/3766303791799847981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#3766303791799847981' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-4648322771242858508</id><published>2009-04-01T20:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T01:57:17.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im sweating cos ive been doing alot of work. i finished packing my room in SIX hours. damn proud of my spick and span room and myself of course. now i have only one other cupboard which requires some touching up before i can happily start my end-of-m2 life. :)the girl in the green scarf.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/4648322771242858508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/4648322771242858508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#4648322771242858508' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-2491159812751844110</id><published>2009-03-27T02:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T02:06:36.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>somehow im sick of this life i'm leading.its a cycle everyday..wake up, eat, study, eat, study, sleep.now repeat that many many times.for say 3 weeks worth.yay, thats MY life.i cant wait for all this to end.after which, a new chapter unfolds.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/2491159812751844110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/2491159812751844110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#2491159812751844110' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-5180168500971005450</id><published>2009-03-23T02:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T02:45:14.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1 Samuel Chapter 12:22 He answered, "While the child was still alive, I fasted and wept. I thought, 'Who knows? The LORD may be gracious to me and let the child live.' 23 But now that he is dead, why should I fast? Can I bring him back again? I will go to him, but he will not return to me."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/5180168500971005450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/5180168500971005450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#5180168500971005450' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-2899820724189781912</id><published>2009-03-13T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T00:28:34.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>two weeks since i updated this blog.two weeks since things changed.two weeks is long, yet short.two weeks is everything.two weeks is fourteen days.two weeks is february 14.two weeks</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/2899820724189781912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/2899820724189781912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#2899820724189781912' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-6275736269915596283</id><published>2009-02-28T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T01:22:39.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes i wish i could read minds...its getting cold,let me in?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/6275736269915596283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/6275736269915596283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#6275736269915596283' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-1379144887039337346</id><published>2009-02-28T01:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T01:22:14.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes i wish i could just look at someone and know what he was thinking...its getting cold,let me in?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/1379144887039337346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/1379144887039337346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#1379144887039337346' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-6063025543838344167</id><published>2009-02-25T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:30:00.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>COFM was okay.are YOU okay?smile, and stay strong! :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/6063025543838344167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/6063025543838344167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#6063025543838344167' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-8290743498586244579</id><published>2009-02-24T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:47:58.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when im at my most down,who is there for me?love fails me.friends fail me.brothers fail me.and now, words fail me.if only you'd hear what i wanted to say...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/8290743498586244579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/8290743498586244579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#8290743498586244579' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-7647939121604355566</id><published>2009-02-21T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T01:09:19.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>enough.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/7647939121604355566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/7647939121604355566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#7647939121604355566' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-5915581858090149551</id><published>2009-02-17T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T01:08:32.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Qn: Why was the Cryptosporidium mugging so hard?Ans: To pass the STOOL examination! AHAHA.okay medicine joke. =X</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/5915581858090149551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/5915581858090149551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#5915581858090149551' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-1209176993656663470</id><published>2009-02-15T16:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T17:19:19.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>random hp shots.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/1209176993656663470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/1209176993656663470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#1209176993656663470' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AOXCGP7khKs/SZfZy8ItQJI/AAAAAAAAAXI/8ZqiPX7VpXM/s72-c/IMAGE_00254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-4464658638208576088</id><published>2009-02-10T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:13:44.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is your True Fear? Your Result: Looked down on You have a very high self image. You're the kind of person that loves being in the center of attention. You're very outgoing, and outspoken. You also always have to look you're best. Whether going out, or just hanging out with the girls if you're not looking great you're not happy. You're a natural born leader, and love when people look up to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/4464658638208576088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/4464658638208576088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#4464658638208576088' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-3656971769980869121</id><published>2009-02-09T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T00:04:32.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i finally got my very muchly delayed Hepatitis B jab. it wasnt actually as bad as i expected. kinda took it in my stride today compared to the blood test one week ago. its the fear of fear that's fearful. get it? =) hope the pain goes away. i dont want any residual soreness.and today i "gymmed" with 5kg weights at the Neurogym. HAHA.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/3656971769980869121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/3656971769980869121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#3656971769980869121' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-2842702981478931267</id><published>2009-02-07T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:36:59.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ah my 2yearold baby cousin has it goooood. shes only TWO years old, but my aunt celebrates a few million parties per year for her. shes SUCH a lucky girl. and a very cute one too. she was wearing this shirt with wings at the back, so everytime my aunt says butterfly! she'll pull her wings and pretend to fly. ahhh. so adorable.she threw a party for her first month, first birthday and second </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/2842702981478931267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/2842702981478931267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#2842702981478931267' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-6652686155892193250</id><published>2009-02-05T22:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:22:47.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im feeling random.yesterday i probably did the most evil thing ever in my life. i helped someone get a cigarette from someone else!! =x OMGAWD. and i didnt say no. its the first time i "smuggled" a cigarette. AHHHHh. then the person even asked if he had a lighter. so i had to borrow a lighter as well. WHYWHYWHYWHY!OKAY.nvm. i just read in the papers today a doctor (in India) was jailed for 2mths </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/6652686155892193250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/6652686155892193250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#6652686155892193250' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-1374747791364179729</id><published>2009-02-02T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:08:49.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ah, i need a haircut.my face is as smooooth as an egg now. =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/1374747791364179729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/1374747791364179729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#1374747791364179729' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-8791882218619395106</id><published>2009-01-29T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:22:09.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>someone told me this:"just dun want to make _____ everything in my lifeso it helps me feel bettercos if i make _____ my only aim in my lifen _____ does not repond in the manner then i'll sad"sometimes im just tired.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/8791882218619395106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/8791882218619395106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#8791882218619395106' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-4052391835225673133</id><published>2009-01-22T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:16:28.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>patho was good. or rather not bad lah. the typical questions of AMI, TB and PUD came out. to all those who do not understand our acronymified english medical jargon (classical presentation for singaporean doctors HAHA), here's a quick lesson.1. AMI - Acute myocardial infarctionSimplfied english = Heart attack2. TB - TuberculosisSimplified english = Tuberculosisdont know this one pls bang head </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/4052391835225673133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/4052391835225673133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#4052391835225673133' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-4357658313488196147</id><published>2009-01-19T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:58:59.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>patho in 2 days. my understanding of respi, cvs and gastro patho is still rather shaky. uhhh. i hope i spot the right topics. please come out those that i studied.i just got news that a 2nd Rafflesian (this time a sec 3) unfortunately passed away due to leukaemia. the 1st being a sec 1 boy who passed away after badminton. its really saddening sometimes to hear the deaths of such young people. who</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/4357658313488196147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/4357658313488196147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#4357658313488196147' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-5767597346970651272</id><published>2009-01-14T01:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T01:57:30.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think i see the rainbow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/5767597346970651272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/5767597346970651272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#5767597346970651272' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-9201652507974039828</id><published>2009-01-11T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:18:22.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>準備が完了してから、遠くから見ます。その時まで、沈黙は金です。silencieux.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/9201652507974039828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/9201652507974039828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#9201652507974039828' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-227094354935939470</id><published>2009-01-10T01:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:24:25.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i woke up thrice last night,each time with tears in my eyes.i really couldnt help it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/227094354935939470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/227094354935939470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#227094354935939470' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-4502852500035788911</id><published>2009-01-08T22:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:37:51.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just got back. and i read an article posted to our medicine yahoogroups.Henry Molaison, a man without memories.its quite a sad story i must say. he was a living breathing competent man sans the ability to form any new memories. since 1953. he finally died in 2008, at the age of 83. but that also meant for more than half his life i.e. 55years, he was living with absolutely no recollection of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/4502852500035788911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/4502852500035788911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#4502852500035788911' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-1508394892873555461</id><published>2009-01-07T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:12:59.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>damn it. so microB didnt go as well as expected. ah well, im glad its over. ive put in my fair share of effort, so i'll just wait to see the two digits, one dot, one last digit and a % sign on the Mednet results page.im starting pathology now. COS EXAM IS ON 22ND. and its ESSAY. omgawd. 3 essay qns in 1 hr?! 20minutes each. must study the big concepts and all AHHH. i hope i will do okay, though </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/1508394892873555461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/1508394892873555461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#1508394892873555461' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-795284389569518061</id><published>2009-01-01T21:04:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:14:18.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it only seems apt that i have a reflection of the past year now that 2008 is officially over. i think my life would have made a good story book, filled with happiness, sadness, scary bits, stupid bits and basically everything that makes Reuben the siao Reuben today.i just read in the papers today that nostalgia is actually good for your body. as such, i shall indulge in a bout of post-2008 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/795284389569518061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/795284389569518061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#795284389569518061' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AOXCGP7khKs/SVzDVt-87jI/AAAAAAAAAV4/xAl-qsGJhyM/s72-c/IMAGE_00023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-1486405851284244141</id><published>2008-12-29T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:39:04.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i need to start studying.but i have sudden mahjongcraving. =X</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/1486405851284244141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/1486405851284244141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#1486405851284244141' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-7550733697362426277</id><published>2008-12-26T16:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T18:12:48.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I HAD THE BEST CHRISTMAS THIS YEAR!woots. not many presents, but it was a particularly GREEN christmas. =)hope you liked your Xmas prezzie! hehe.もし毎晩はクリスマスの夜だったら、毎朝は今朝だったら。ああ～</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/7550733697362426277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/7550733697362426277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#7550733697362426277' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-2120726297917850652</id><published>2008-12-24T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T16:38:14.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/2120726297917850652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/2120726297917850652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#2120726297917850652' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AOXCGP7khKs/SVH08QZmndI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Bgf38P6RO20/s72-c/Xmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-7470028393622934779</id><published>2008-12-24T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T16:01:43.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bahh. havent been blogging or studying as i should. its the blardy christmas season so i cant focus. too many parties, too little time. MICROB HOW? =Xits such a wonderfully rainy season now. its only wonderful when im at home and peering out of the window enjoying the cool breeze and watching Singapore's version of snow, little droplets of rain instead of pretty white flakes dropping from the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/7470028393622934779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/7470028393622934779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#7470028393622934779' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-7962043068118084850</id><published>2008-12-21T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:41:49.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>goldilocks and the three bears.too much, too little, or just right?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/7962043068118084850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/7962043068118084850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#7962043068118084850' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-851148860550467577</id><published>2008-12-16T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:52:58.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>風に笑っています！もっと４日だけです。</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/851148860550467577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/851148860550467577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#851148860550467577' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-639165590851152369</id><published>2008-12-15T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:41:24.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>電話した！！　AHHHHHH！本当に信じられないよ！あなたは雪天使だ。　＜３</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/639165590851152369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/639165590851152369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#639165590851152369' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-6857014401263609420</id><published>2008-12-13T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:25:05.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>写真であなたの笑顔が見える。　僕は羽を生やして、日本へ飛ぶ。　楽しそう！喜んでお供させていただくよ。雪が降るのはとてもきれいだね。あなたは天使のようだ。僕の天使。ああ、将来私たち二人で一緒に旅行しましょうか？今、あなたと手を握り合えたら、僕もう満足した。＜３　小パーフちゃん</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/6857014401263609420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/6857014401263609420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#6857014401263609420' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-5399169238008239741</id><published>2008-12-11T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:49:46.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>on hindsight, maybe i should be pulling up my socks. havent been faring as decently as i expected in my recent spate of Commontests. not to say that my scores arent good, but i dont think im happy with whatever ive gotten. med school probably isnt supposed to be as easy as this, thus i think its time i put in more effort for my studies! ah. sux.あなたの帰りを待って、早く帰ってください！</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/5399169238008239741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/5399169238008239741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#5399169238008239741' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-2526154832123646811</id><published>2008-12-09T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:31:12.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think i shall cut my hair tmr. urgh. dunno if its a good idea. AH. i shall ponder on it tonight.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/2526154832123646811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/2526154832123646811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#2526154832123646811' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-8962712560737646725</id><published>2008-12-05T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T01:36:36.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i planned to sleep at 12am really. but things kept me awake till now. and i feel that it was time well spent. in life, how often do you get a bud whom you can share your experinces without holding back? its hard definitely. but slowly we work our way to a level of comfort where we dont judge, but we play the role of a friend, a comforter, a listening ear.as i listened, i genuinely felt sad. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/8962712560737646725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/8962712560737646725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#8962712560737646725' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-151197483471761668</id><published>2008-12-04T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:38:35.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think im in need of a haircut. sponsors anyone? =p hee.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/151197483471761668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/151197483471761668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#151197483471761668' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-1229518649246443905</id><published>2008-12-01T00:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:30:39.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>waiting for the time to pass,waiting for you to come,waiting for you.cos good things are worth waiting for.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/1229518649246443905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/1229518649246443905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#1229518649246443905' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-6957122295002978244</id><published>2008-11-24T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T01:07:40.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'll be here to support you always.&lt;3</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/6957122295002978244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/6957122295002978244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#6957122295002978244' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-8932418105041297565</id><published>2008-11-22T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T01:03:15.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we walk down our separate roads.friends of yesteryear,friends we've held so dear.i dont say as muchas half the feelings i hold within.the silence,how aptly describes the void.denied the spiritual,what is the physical?nothing but flesh.raw nothingness.because we've lost the connections,between our soul.why?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/8932418105041297565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/8932418105041297565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#8932418105041297565' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-3376328903241096895</id><published>2008-11-19T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:00:05.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im quite sick of studying. but looking at the state of things, even after the Pharmaco and COFM CAs are over, i must continue my steady mugging. cos i have only one month to catch up on bacteriology (which is a hell lot) and i will start the year with a MicroB CA on the 5th of January, followed closely by Pathology on the 22nd. WHEEE. cant wait man. gawd. the exams never end.now im just sian. and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/3376328903241096895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/3376328903241096895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#3376328903241096895' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-1980814819670880066</id><published>2008-11-19T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:43:36.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i put you on loop, so i can hear you.come bacccck soon!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/1980814819670880066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/1980814819670880066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#1980814819670880066' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-2334419094222427666</id><published>2008-11-14T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T21:32:11.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i did alright for patho and not so decently (in my opinion for MicroB) but considering the effort i put in, i guess its alright. two more CAs left, pharmaco and COFM. and im not exactly studying very hard. ARGH. i will start very soon i hope.now awaiting the results for Neuroscience and Immuno (im scared) next week. and thank god the weekend is here. saturday then sunday will pass in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/2334419094222427666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/2334419094222427666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#2334419094222427666' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-289461898592531366</id><published>2008-11-05T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:54:40.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>late nights.the streets are empty,not a single soul.yellowed lights,a lingering cold.veil my eyes,freeze my heart.see nothingness,not feeling much.the mind is uneasy,tumultuously tossed.maddened by fear,the fear of loss.all that i gave,i never held back.spare me some thoughts,make me no lack.away you go soon,leaving me here.so distant, such lengths,holding you dear.spin me some time,weave me some</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/289461898592531366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/289461898592531366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#289461898592531366' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-6144131837722565103</id><published>2008-11-01T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T01:26:59.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tonight, someone dedicated a song to me.it was the first time someone made me feel so special."this song's for you"it made everything worth it.even if i'm 3 days from my exams.it'll remain in my heart forever.because you're special to me."it's not easy to be me"i know.i can't imagine all the pressures you face everyday.wearing such a heavy mask.just to be who you are.and inadvertently, i add on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/6144131837722565103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/6144131837722565103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#6144131837722565103' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-4087850900599661828</id><published>2008-10-27T01:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T01:53:20.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>now i know what its like to feel blessed. (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/4087850900599661828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/4087850900599661828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#4087850900599661828' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-7171274424364796856</id><published>2008-10-14T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T23:23:47.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>suddenly im getting jaded. maybe not suddenly, but its about time i guess. the exams are around the corner, roughly 3 weeks? or less. minus all the games days and what not, its around 2 weeks. and im sick of studying. seriously.we read blogs to get a glimpse of the lives of other people, a snapshot of something that happened in their lives at one point in the past. we are like gods peering into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/7171274424364796856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/7171274424364796856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#7171274424364796856' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-718560411872269139</id><published>2008-10-04T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:43:44.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm, i went to play touch rugby yesterday. under the hot blazing sun from 3pm to around 6pm. gawd. it was so hot and after such a period of inactivity, i finally exercised. moved my lazy bum off the chair and got down to the SoC field for some manly fun (i was barefooted cos i didnt bring shoes. wasnt intending to play in the first place).it all paid off. was great stuff. definitely more exciting</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/718560411872269139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/718560411872269139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#718560411872269139' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-6756414867069497579</id><published>2008-09-26T23:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:12:17.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today's blog entry will be on Medicine. something i hold ever so closely to my atria and ventricles.while doing some studying on wikipedia regarding bacterial infections and their treatments, i stumbled upon this very interesting material. but read at your own risk. if you puke and die after reading it, i will not be held responsible.so pus. what is it made of? it's a collection of neutrophils </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/6756414867069497579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/6756414867069497579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#6756414867069497579' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AOXCGP7khKs/SN0IGOUYjBI/AAAAAAAAAOs/8s8Vq0npGps/s72-c/maggtos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-3487588120520772059</id><published>2008-09-20T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T01:00:40.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went for a Student Internship Programme (SIP) Communications Workshop in TTSH today. not that I was attending a workshop, but I wasnt doing the workshop of course. it was a workshop for the year5 med students, teaching them how to handle difficult patients, and yours truly had to roleplay the part of a patient. what was important was that i actually felt like i took something away from that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/3487588120520772059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/3487588120520772059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#3487588120520772059' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-5908571718828518208</id><published>2008-09-16T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:26:44.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay, so i dreamt about Lim Si Hui and going to Swensens with her. GAWD. she was gonna treat me to icecream i think. it probably stemmed from a subconsious thought of someone asking me if there was Haagen Daz in Changi Airport and i said only got Swensens? hmm. my dreams nowadays are getting more and more bizarre. REALLY. i really wonder why. =Xoh and its humorous how people in my family would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/5908571718828518208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/5908571718828518208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#5908571718828518208' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-8203468690485230856</id><published>2008-09-12T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T01:38:59.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shiok. My mum made me drink:Radix Arnebiae Seu Lithospermi and Semen Oroxyli.Im feeling damn MAN now. AHAHAHAHA. =X</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/8203468690485230856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/8203468690485230856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#8203468690485230856' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-6344681954378479042</id><published>2008-09-07T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:40:36.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've not had nightmares for a very long time. And just yesterday, I had one. It's totally random and very very spastic (not to mention violent and cruel). But just for entertainment's sake, I shall blog about it. =XSo I was in this room when I got hold of a message. It was written on a CD and it said something like: "Bet you didnt expect it was me, did you? - Tyler"(Tyler's some M1guy I got to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/6344681954378479042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/6344681954378479042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#6344681954378479042' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-6503156973553255791</id><published>2008-09-02T16:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T16:43:33.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am who i am.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/6503156973553255791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/6503156973553255791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#6503156973553255791' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-7717583890935368951</id><published>2008-08-23T11:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T11:45:45.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the past two days of celebration have been good.started off with dinner @ fish and co with the OG. thankew tyra for being party planner. treated me to dinner and gave me a fabulous bdae card. its sooooo pretty. has a picture of my beloved other half on it. dang it wasnt life-sized. but nevertheless i'd have her by my bedframe every night. the 4 m1s gave me a Levi's shirt because MR. CHAN HIOK </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/7717583890935368951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/7717583890935368951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#7717583890935368951' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AOXCGP7khKs/SK-EUdIvdvI/AAAAAAAAAOk/6--fB-v1_Xs/s72-c/ascaris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-8849692517042711938</id><published>2008-08-22T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T00:35:58.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes, we become greedy.alas some things cannot be forced.smile.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/8849692517042711938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/8849692517042711938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#8849692517042711938' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-6416807789450244933</id><published>2008-08-17T21:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:35:00.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ping pong. the sport of double happiness tables, red and black bats, butterfly balls and China women. okay, give some credit to the koreans who arent too bad at it (and they actually LOOK korean, not chinese, so its amazing) and the occasional angmoh, fine i lie, no angmohs in this asian game cos probably caucasians dont have the PING gene coding for the PONG protein.. this womens finals has been</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/6416807789450244933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/6416807789450244933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#6416807789450244933' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AOXCGP7khKs/SKg2CAayqZI/AAAAAAAAAOM/wwW-a1O1FJQ/s72-c/WN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-926548882770500307</id><published>2008-08-16T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T00:53:30.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AH. tuition tomorrow in the morning. and quite alot of stuff to revise. TIME TO START WORKING HARD REUBEN! oh, i kinda like pathology. it's the most interesting of the lot so far and COFM is absolutely faecal matter. SERIOUSLY, i dont know how to study. can someone tell me pls?!gotta wake up early since these few days i've been oversleeping and skipping lectures. not a good way to start the day. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/926548882770500307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/926548882770500307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#926548882770500307' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-3946801824703766640</id><published>2008-08-14T22:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:47:14.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MicroB today was on nose swabbing. yes you heard me right. so gross. two days ago it was cheek swabbing to get some cheek cells for PCR. today, we're swabbing our noses so that we can gather some friendly microorganisms living in the deep hairy recess of my nose and culture them to see their little colonies on monday. and they're surviving on blood agar. so sick.after that went down to a costume </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/3946801824703766640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/3946801824703766640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#3946801824703766640' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AOXCGP7khKs/SKREfUxUY-I/AAAAAAAAAOE/IZrkfTI1p-E/s72-c/IMAGE_00212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-4179587813696817577</id><published>2008-08-13T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:33:34.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so, school's begun. like finally, after much anticipation over the past week. we're back into the mundaneness of school life. the 8-5 life ALL OVER AGAIN!Rag was kinda fun. with all the hype leading up to the event. okay the construction bit wasnt fun. but the stayover +  talk cock session throughout the night was actually fun. lazing under the stars just talking nonsense with shaunnie, haotian, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/4179587813696817577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/4179587813696817577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#4179587813696817577' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AOXCGP7khKs/SKLgDt4o35I/AAAAAAAAAN0/8WVRtFj6oE4/s72-c/jap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-4026065836600172624</id><published>2008-08-06T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:53:59.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>making decisions are part and parcel of the life we lead. big ones, small ones, fat ones, thin ones, and even mundane ones like whether you wanna pon lecture cos you're so tired from mugging the last night, it's almost like choosing a wife sans the pleasure of sex. why? because i think having to make choices short circuits my neurons and throws me into a state of confusion. clear cut choices are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/4026065836600172624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/4026065836600172624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#4026065836600172624' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-5522396559494869191</id><published>2008-08-02T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T17:30:05.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last night's party @ Ben's was a BANG. a BIG BANG. not a gang bang, just a BIG BANG okay.. arrived after dinner at Adam's Rd Food Centre. and i must say i was SOOOO blardy heng. the moment i stepped out of the place after eating big prawn mee, our favourite man-in-white was walking around the carpark issuing SUMMONS. these little pieces of paper on your windscreen strikes great fear in the hearts</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/5522396559494869191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/5522396559494869191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#5522396559494869191' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AOXCGP7khKs/SJQo-02H3yI/AAAAAAAAANk/z05kNiR6txc/s72-c/belvedere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-1168516681943840927</id><published>2008-07-31T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:57:22.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and the most we can ever give someone is our pride.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/1168516681943840927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/1168516681943840927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#1168516681943840927' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-3605493757123965580</id><published>2008-07-13T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:57:23.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when the ones you trust lie,how do you feel?sour.bitter.not so much the lie,but the reason why you even trusted in the first place.how important am i to you?less than him?sidelined,minisculed.the fire's burned out,im tired.look at me once more.relive our happiest moments.in the garden of eden,before sin destroyed everything.i feel so stupid suddenly.i never could have been the special someone i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/3605493757123965580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/3605493757123965580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#3605493757123965580' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-1179741157185952474</id><published>2008-07-10T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T00:35:42.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>four days pass in the twinkling of an eye. the birth of a new OG. a circle of friendship forged. councillors and councillees. a new batch of m1s. and all this probably just means that i've aged.in life we all have different priorities. and the older we get, the more distinct these differences in priorities become. choices are more abundant as we age and with different characters and personalities</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/1179741157185952474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/1179741157185952474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#1179741157185952474' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-6048308738315712855</id><published>2008-07-04T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T01:07:48.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes,not knowing beats knowing. yes or know?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/6048308738315712855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/6048308738315712855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#6048308738315712855' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-8499298764130137552</id><published>2008-06-18T03:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T03:20:53.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the end of a journeyim going homeor going house?somebody tell me.a shot of feara dash of helplessnessmixed feelings,on the rocks?turn on the lights,blast the music.im facing it,finally?i love ur cooli miss your lovedrenchedbut evaporated.wrench of feargrip me so tightsurround me,with emptiness.burdened and wearythirsty forhow long morecan i continue?continue stirringmix me upconfused.lost.no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/8499298764130137552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/8499298764130137552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#8499298764130137552' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-2137030498416158086</id><published>2008-06-16T06:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T06:32:16.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>trusting is giving someone an opportunity to hurt you and hoping the person doesnt. it is a commitment, a verbal contract between two willing parties, no less. to trust in its very essence is to love.trust is a living thing, because it grows. it starts off small, but bit by bit, nurtured over time with tender loving kindness, it will bloom into a rainbow, bridging the lives of two individuals </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/2137030498416158086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/2137030498416158086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#2137030498416158086' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-5957218282998120737</id><published>2008-05-29T05:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T05:40:54.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kalimeera! (good morning in greek)greetings from the land of olive oil. apollo shine on you and athena shower wisdom on all of you. WAHAHHAA. okay im in greece and apollo the sun god is shining like a mad dog. yes. its blardy freaking hot. i think im gonna chao tar when i get back. everyday walk in the sun visit this ruin that ruin. super tiring. and its 1230am which is 530am singapore time. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/5957218282998120737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/5957218282998120737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#5957218282998120737' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-8390754816879420452</id><published>2008-05-25T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T01:36:21.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We are the youngThe children of the worldWe hold tomorrow in our handsWe are the youngThe promise of a brighter dayThe future waits at our commandTeach us well, teach us how to careGive us love, love that we can shareAnd we'll walk hand in hand in the light of the rising sunWe are the youngWe are the youngAnd so we'll look to youTo show us how the world should beWe are the youngWe trust in your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/8390754816879420452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/8390754816879420452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#8390754816879420452' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-1477032081316331113</id><published>2008-05-18T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:49:17.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes, words dont mean anything anymore. the emotional attachments and the vivid imagery that certains words conjure no longer exist. or they may still exist, but diminished and muted. with the arrival of newer nouns, the older ones have become obsolete. verbs that were once used in conjuction with those nouns have similarly ceased. and what happened to those words like "and", "in addition to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/1477032081316331113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/1477032081316331113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#1477032081316331113' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018602.post-8403394077992651223</id><published>2008-05-12T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:20:44.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>he's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar,the only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star.he's the song in the car,i keep singing, don't know why i do.its scary when you walk from light into darkness.because you cannot see.thus you are afraid.but ever wondered.what if you've been living in the dark.would you be afraid of the light?it hurts doesnt it.i dont know.a decision beyond </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/8403394077992651223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018602/posts/default/8403394077992651223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goliathe.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#8403394077992651223' title=''/><author><name>Goliathe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/poison_hornet/mm.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
