tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81250971563560498722011-09-26T08:57:17.826-07:00me: ??daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.comBlogger831100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-58814211815155886402011-04-12T09:38:00.000-07:002011-04-12T09:46:14.287-07:00i've been lazy and also it reached the point where i have totally forgotten that i own a blog...<div><br /></div><div>anyways, a lot has happened since i last posted </div><div>had a super low that woke me up from bed, and instinctively i reached out for the glucose tabs on my bedside. there was no need to check, all i know was that i needed sugar asap.</div><div><br /></div><div>i should prob get a glucagon pen.... yup, it is true, i do not have one... not too sure why</div><div><br /></div><div>not much bad hypers, which makes me feel good </div><div><br /></div><div>but there was a period where i had horrible stomach pains and i lost my appetite for several days</div><div>it was hard for me as i did not had any ketone test strips, and all the pharmacy around kota kinabalu did not hold any (i know! WTF) </div><div>the clinics too wasn't much help </div><div>i had to go to the hospital, but i did not wanted to worry my parents</div><div>i did something bad, i just left more problems unattended and prayed that i wasn't ketoacidotic </div><div><br /></div><div>after the ketoacidosis scare, i immediately went and ordered an optium xceed and also some ketone testing strips.</div><div>now i am prepared if a ketoacidotic scare appears </div><div><br /></div><div>not sure what else to type, so might end here</div><div>xx</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-5881421181515588640?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-19483607662858217072010-12-27T00:48:00.000-08:002010-12-27T01:05:42.673-08:00it has been a tough semester this year <div>been getting more hypos and hypers this few months</div><div>and also jasmine rice has been really mean to me</div><div>eating a serve of jasmine rice would make my sugar levels spike to a very dangerous level</div><div>it once hit 21.8mmol/L </div><div>been avoiding jasmine rice since then</div><div><br /></div><div>it is easier living with diabetes in australia compared to malaysia </div><div>it is even easier being an aussie or american diabetic compared to a malaysian diabetic </div><div>in aussie and the states, people with diabetes have insurance and government to give them access to insulin pumps, continuos glucose monitors, test strips, insulin pump accessories, etc. in malaysia, we have to fork out our own cash. nothing is subsidised. we pay full price for it. </div><div>the price to stay alive is really putting a hole in my pocket. </div><div><br /></div><div>been wanting an insulin pump ever since i started reading about it on blogs. </div><div>the price is about rm30k and every month, supplies would cost about rm8k. CGMs do not exist yet here. </div><div>it is kind of sad to know that one day my disease is going to stop me from doing the things i wish to do. </div><div>i know with will, preservation and discipline, i would be able to control my diabetes, but thrust me, no matter how tight it is being monitored, sugars have their mind of their own! </div><div>watching the blood sugar levels run amok is depressing, shows that i fail as a diabetic! </div><div><br /></div><div>can't wait for the day where the malaysia would do something with their health system, so that we citizens would get access to better health.</div><div>an insulin pump would mean better control of sugar levels, and also less shots!</div><div>once every 3 days compared to 4 times a day. </div><div>huge difference! </div><div><br /></div><div>anyways, i'm still on the 4 times a day regimen and a min of 4 finger pricks... </div><div><br /></div><div>anyways, chibi maruko is on now</div><div>got to go</div><div><br /></div><div>merry belated christmas and a happy new year to all! </div><div><br /></div><div>xx </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-1948360766285821707?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-40380681472790933422010-11-01T09:57:00.000-07:002010-11-01T09:57:11.795-07:00<object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/nkLHgK94Z0E/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nkLHgK94Z0E?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nkLHgK94Z0E?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-4038068147279093342?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-25581978635390774832010-10-05T05:18:00.000-07:002010-10-05T05:35:26.806-07:00Was suppose to catch the train from toowong to the city last sunday night, but missed the train by a fraction of the second. So instead my cousins, a friend and i decided to catch the bus instead. Upon boarding the bus, i asked the bus driver if the ticket i bought earlier would be valid, he replied "No, but i'll let you on this time" =D Lucky event number 1!<div><br /></div><div>After dinner at the city, my cousins, friend and i decided to take the bus home because it is much more convenient for my friend. I remember placing my ticket in my wallet, but when i board the bus, i frantically stripped search my wallet but could not locate it. The bus driver asked if i was playing with the cards i had in my wallet, and so i explained "haha, no, but instead i'm trying to look for my ticket"... he gave me a smile and asked my cousin if i really did had a ticket earlier, and she said yes, and he gave me the A-okay to board the bus =D Lucky event number 2!</div><div><br /></div><div>Done more than i ever had during mid semester break and never felt more fatigue then ever. </div><div><br /></div><div>Saturday - movie world</div><div><br /></div><div>Sunday - sunnybank, le bon choix and hog's breath</div><div><br /></div><div>Monday - dreamworld </div><div><br /></div><div>Tuesday - sunnybank to see the agent, indooroopilly </div><div><br /></div><div>Wednesday - breakfast at coffee club, then to the city for coffee then to gold coast for dinner </div><div> and to pancake parlour for desserts </div><div><br /></div><div>Thursday - had lunch at old town kitchen, then grocery shopping at yuens and cooked dinner </div><div> for cousins and friend and caught a movie at night</div><div><br /></div><div>Friday - roast pork and barbecue rice with mabel and rachel at golden bbq in the valley </div><div><br /></div><div>Saturday - langos in the morning then paintball in the afternoon. Had dinner with cousins and </div><div> friend and watch dinner for schmucks at the cinema </div><div><br /></div><div>Sunday - pesta rakyat in the afternoon and korean bbq at night =D</div><div><br /></div><div>Monday - cooked dinner for cousins and friend </div><div><br /></div><div>Today - uni from 10 to 5, had class photo at 12. Got home and prepared satay for tomorrow </div><div> night. cooked dinner, ate dinner, watch dvd and then blog</div><div><br /></div><div>Need to shower and then study later on, the night is still "young"</div><div><br /></div><div>Exams are near, and my brain is nearly empty. </div><div>God bless</div><div>xoxo</div><div>love hugs and kisses</div><div>daph</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-2558197863539077483?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-77723055393149800302010-10-03T04:23:00.000-07:002010-10-03T04:39:20.486-07:00hyperglycaemia and hypoglycaemia are the hardest to understand and explain <div>when i experience either one, it could be easily confused </div><div>but the more it occur to me, to more i learn from it </div><div><br /></div><div>when i'm feeling low, i become an angry woman </div><div>boiling with rage</div><div>i'll snap at anything i can snap at</div><div>i do try to control my rage, but most of the time i'll fail </div><div>hunger would then strike in</div><div>and i'll start to shake and become blur </div><div>unable to do simple task</div><div>if i do not act by then, i might fall into a coma and to heaven i go </div><div><br /></div><div>when i'm amped up with sugar </div><div>i get cranky or super hyped up </div><div>i become annoying, loud and even obnoxious </div><div>if not treated, i would become ketoacidotic </div><div>i'll feel tired and become blur </div><div>i would then fall into a coma and to heaven i go </div><div><br /></div><div>too much or too little leads to death </div><div><br /></div><div>=( </div><div>life could get pretty depressing </div><div>but the fact that i am alive now keeps me going </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-7772305539314980030?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-88413223056380808312010-09-30T07:48:00.000-07:002010-09-30T07:53:56.494-07:00after years of taking shots everyday <div>and years of consideration<br /><div>i'm finally thinking of swapping to a pump</div><div>made an appointment with the doc to discuss about switching to a pump</div><div><br /></div><div>hopefully it won't cost too much as there is no such thing as medical insurance or government health benefit where i come from </div><div><br /></div><div>fingers cross as i could say goodbye to multiple shots a day to a shot every 3 days</div><div>god bless </div><div><br /></div><div>its 53 mins into october! </div><div>a new month and tons to prepare before exams! </div><div><br /></div><div>xoxo</div><div>love hugs and kisses </div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-8841322305638080831?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-65035850499458849702010-09-26T05:39:00.000-07:002010-09-26T06:04:23.809-07:00i tend to avoid food that has a high sugar content mainly because:<div>1) i can't have them</div><div>2) had not had sweet stuff for so long that i get sick when i have some </div><div>3) hyperglycaemia makes me go super crazy </div><div><br /></div><div>whenever someone offers me cakes or desserts, i would kindly decline </div><div>and when they ask why, i would tell them that i am not into desserts </div><div>then they would give me this weird impression </div><div>"huh, how can you not like desserts?"</div><div>i won't tell them i'm diabetic cause most of them would feel bad for offering me desserts in the first place, so i rather not mention anything </div><div><br /></div><div>i used to love sweets, cakes, desserts and sugars before i had diabetes</div><div>no way in the world i would pass on desserts or cakes</div><div>but ever since i had diabetes, i had to avoid all these </div><div>slowly, i learnt to not enjoy them anymore </div><div>but life ain't bad without sugar, we learn to live without it</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-6503585049945884970?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-87965398768144279512010-09-17T21:02:00.000-07:002010-09-17T21:08:05.061-07:00hands shake like parkinson's <div>very first indication that it is taking a dip </div><div>up or down i'll never know</div><div>till i test my blood sugar levels </div><div><br /></div><div>shake shake shake, it impairs everything</div><div>cognitive function is near to nil </div><div><br /></div><div>simple task becomes difficult </div><div><br /></div><div>makes me think bout people with parkinson's</div><div>what i experience is just a tiny glimpse of your life </div><div>salute </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-8796539876814427951?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-11596453264615523862010-09-17T07:01:00.000-07:002010-09-17T07:03:17.879-07:00"listen to people's rants and not rant about them ranting"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-1159645326461552386?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-47656204963841290522010-09-17T06:39:00.000-07:002010-09-17T07:00:58.854-07:00<div style="text-align: right;">needles and blood</div><div style="text-align: right;">we revolve around everyday</div><div style="text-align: right;">we never complain about what we have to go through everyday</div><div style="text-align: right;">the pain, the skin piercings, the finger pricks</div><div style="text-align: right;">the constant hypos and hypers</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">its not that we are used to needles or blood</div><div style="text-align: right;">its just that we do not make a big fuss about it</div><div style="text-align: right;">we suck it up and go on with life</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">so why do the fear of needles should stop you from donating blood?</div><div style="text-align: right;">suck it up, donate, and save three lives</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-4765620496384129052?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-29759537720616760952010-09-06T03:35:00.000-07:002010-09-06T03:47:24.277-07:00have not done a pretty good job in depicting my life as a diabetic <div><br /></div><div>i am definitely a bad diabetic; no doubt there </div><div><br /></div><div>i do try my best to keep everything under control, but they are times where my brain fools me by telling me that i'm just a normal person with a normal life </div><div>hence missing on insulin doses and not checking my sugar levels as often as i should </div><div><br /></div><div>i hate counting carbs, and i never do a good job </div><div>i always estimate and won't be able to tell how good was my estimation because i always forget to check my sugar levels either before or after my meals </div><div><br /></div><div>i need a beeper or something </div><div><br /></div><div>lately i have been pretty stressed out with uni and the huge pile of assignment </div><div>i miss playing futsal, but it is just hard to get a court here; therefore no stress relieving activities </div><div><br /></div><div>one thing that really bothers me is taking an insulin shot in public... </div><div>it freaks people out</div><div>some people even show their disgust </div><div>i know that they do not understand, so no blaming them </div><div>but it do kinda hurts sometimes </div><div>rather have a hyperglycaemia instead </div><div><br /></div><div>or maybe i should opt for an insulin pump? </div><div>it is discreet and their is no needle visible </div><div>but the cost is mind blowing</div><div>i should definitely start buying lottery tickets, hopefully strike the jackpot and have enough cash to get a pump </div><div><br /></div><div>anyways, i am taking a stance to change </div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-2975953772061676095?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-78085222849555095912010-09-05T20:21:00.000-07:002010-09-05T20:30:42.724-07:00fatigue <div>malaise<br /><div>dry skin</div><div>reddening of cheeks </div><div>sensitive cheeks</div><div>hair loss </div><div>lack of concentration </div><div>brain malfunction</div><div><br /></div><div>seriously need to go see a doctor soon </div><div>been too tired and busy to do so</div><div><br /></div><div>not much of a uni fan now</div><div>loving the free mondays and wednesdays </div><div>but every week, week in week out, it is packed with assignments to finish </div><div>me feeling like crap everyday, makes me want to puke when i stare at assignments </div><div><br /></div><div>all i want to do now is just grab a ice cold sugary drink and chillax </div><div>let the sugar rush bring me into another world </div><div><br /></div><div>or maybe do something packed with adrenaline... but what? </div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-7808522284955509591?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-41662379631342351412010-08-18T02:14:00.000-07:002010-08-18T02:19:23.038-07:00it was bad of me not to bring extra insulin wherever i go<div>and after so long, today i realise how deep of a shit i'm putting myself into </div><div><br /></div><div>usually i'll just bring a pen around with me everywhere i go</div><div>and would only take my insulin immediately after lunch during my placement period cause i only get 30mins of lunch time and i do not want to waste it on thinking what would i have for lunch, counting the carbs and taking the insulin</div><div>so today, after having lunch, i went back to my placement site, took out my insulin pen, and my eyes went wide opened... only 8 units left and it is not enough at all.. </div><div>now i regret not taking an extra pen with me or checking my pen before i left home </div><div><br /></div><div>just a little hyper now.. </div><div><br /></div><div>moral of the story - bring an extra insulin pen </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-4166237963134235141?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-20745616504648927082010-08-16T06:28:00.001-07:002010-08-16T06:37:48.944-07:00this is just a little tip from me to all diabetics <div><br /></div><div>i learn from my diabetes everyday </div><div>and today i have learnt that it is a bad idea eat -> take insulin shot -> run </div><div>it leads to a massive sugar level dip </div><div><br /></div><div>had dinner with friends and also dessert (ate cold rock banana ice cream + smashed kit kat and mini m&amp;ms)</div><div>then took a shot based on the carbs </div><div>head home; it was pretty late, so i decided to jog home (about 5mins jog)</div><div><br /></div><div>got home </div><div>showered, checked sugar levels; 4.3mmol/l </div><div><br /></div><div>hope it won't drop any more; super tired and if i eat anything now i would just puke my guts out.. </div><div>gonna head to bed soon and pray for the best. </div><div>have already prepared glucose tablets next to me, just in case i wake up in the middle of the night with a mighty hypo</div><div><br /></div><div>tip for the day - </div><div>its good to calculate ur insulin dose base on the carbs u eat, but bare in mind insulin works more effectively when u use your muscles... </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-2074561650464892708?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-5177235721365116912010-08-14T21:47:00.000-07:002010-08-14T21:52:55.373-07:00woke up pretty early today for a weekend<div>so i decided to laze and relax my mind on bed this morning </div><div>kept my mind empty for about an hour before i did some net surfing </div><div>watched some funny youtube clips and also read some blogs too</div><div><br /></div><div>finally got out of bed and got myself ready for lunch </div><div>ate lunch while watching dvd </div><div><br /></div><div>before and after reading was great </div><div>5.6 to 10.4</div><div>2 hours between readings </div><div><br /></div><div>numbers like these makes me smile =D </div><div>makes me wanna continue going with full power </div><div><br /></div><div>looking forward for futsal this evening =D </div><div>testimonial games for a couple of friends/teammates </div><div><br /></div><div>off to continue with uni work now </div><div>enjoy the rest of your weekend peeps</div><div><br /></div><div>xoxo</div><div>no one is sweeter than any diabetics </div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-517723572136511691?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-26686297826743624062010-08-13T18:00:00.001-07:002010-08-13T18:09:34.967-07:00it is hard to down some food early in the morning <div>harder if i wake up with a low sugar reading </div><div>it is even harder if i would have to work all day and the next time i get to eat is lunch time </div><div><br /></div><div>0600 - wake up</div><div>0730 - start work </div><div>1300 - lunch </div><div><br /></div><div>before it is even near lunch time, i would start shaking, feel the muscles in my neck spasm and chills running down my spine</div><div>oh and not forgetting bearing the pain of hunger; listen to my stomach grumble </div><div>cognitive function deceases drastically </div><div>mind is not at it's optimal level </div><div>one could fail at any time now </div><div><br /></div><div>once it's is lunch time </div><div>i run as fast as i could to get some food </div><div>or if unable to wait till lunch, snickers is my life saver </div><div><br /></div><div>why does this all have to happen?</div><div>it is because no one at work knows i have diabetes except for jerry </div><div><br /></div><div>i know it is best that everyone around me know</div><div>but there is still that uncomfortableness of letting people now </div><div>i feel secretive </div><div><br /></div><div>it is even harder if people around do not understand</div><div>and the awkward questioning sessions starts </div><div><br /></div><div>very slowly it is getting easier </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-2668629782674362406?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-82841998850862333932010-08-13T17:55:00.001-07:002010-08-13T17:56:07.850-07:00it all first started in 2002 and not 2003 <div>marking it the 8th year </div><div><br /></div><div>time do flies </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-8284199885086233393?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-11329654660101579632010-08-08T04:42:00.000-07:002010-08-08T04:46:07.234-07:00it is starting to hurt so much<div>after 7 years, i feel like bursting into tears</div><div>every prick and every needle, it leaves a scar </div><div>it hurts so much</div><div>one after another </div><div><br /></div><div>i take and enjoy holidays, but diabetes never stop to give a me a break</div><div><br /></div><div>insulin helps me stay alive, but a cure is no where near in sight yet</div><div><br /></div><div>i can't wait for the day i could say goodbye to all </div><div><br /></div><div>please let it be close </div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-1132965466010157963?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-50715984148134824692010-07-24T22:40:00.000-07:002010-07-24T22:47:35.218-07:00it is sunday today..<div>the torture starts tomorrow; placement </div><div><br /></div><div>now i start wondering, would i be a better pharmacist or a better photographer? </div><div>or am i bad in either? </div><div><br /></div><div>my life is filled with uncertainties</div><div>constantly in search for answers</div><div>should life be left as a mystery? </div><div>or should i live life knowing that i should just live without questioning what is life to me? </div><div> </div><div>aiyoh, i'm just crapping shit now </div><div><br /></div><div>random fact</div><div>diabetics are the sweetest people ever </div><div>it's a true fact </div><div>lick me </div><div><br /></div><div>xoxo</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-5071598414813482469?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-19168264991830816002010-07-21T20:21:00.000-07:002010-07-21T20:34:33.098-07:00it has been months since i did some staining on my poor blog =p<div>been busy during world cup fever and lazy during the winter holidays </div><div><br /></div><div>anyways, my life is just plain blah</div><div>i'm regretting a lot of things now </div><div><br /></div><div>regret number 1 is -</div><div>why do i never try my best in everything i do? </div><div>i tend to take lots of things for granted, and things like this could never be rewind to be redone </div><div>not giving all i have in something i do.. i realise it but i never took any action </div><div><br /></div><div>regret number 2 is -</div><div>being fucking lazy </div><div>never ever have i been hardworking in everything i do</div><div>i give everything less than 50% of my effort </div><div>100% is beyond any task's reach</div><div>when shall that day i give my 100% effort be? </div><div><br /></div><div>regret number 3 is - </div><div>procrastinate too much </div><div>every single minute during crucial times i procrastinate </div><div>i never fail to procrastinate NEVER </div><div>queen of all procrastinator i can be</div><div><br /></div><div>regret number 4 is - </div><div>not being brave enough to do significant stuff that may change my life </div><div>timid and chicken i can be at times </div><div>coward daphne needs some courage </div><div><br /></div><div>regret number 5 is -</div><div>not exploring the world around me while i still can </div><div>my life is so textbook like</div><div>bland, tasteless, black and white </div><div>PLAIN BORING </div><div><br /></div><div>lots of other regrets that i could not bear to write down anymore, hurts to regret so much in life </div><div>would could whine and just look back</div><div>but i shall take the other option and start making up for these regrets </div><div><br /></div><div>color life till their ain't a clean paintbrush </div><div>taste life to send my taste buds travelling around the universe </div><div>live life like i have never lived </div><div><br /></div><div>time to change</div><div>to be a better person </div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-1916826499183081600?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-35029531608236007142010-05-03T01:08:00.000-07:002010-05-03T01:18:03.007-07:00dear blog,<div>i'm so sorry that i have not updated you for a very very very long time </div><div>and i won't be updating u as much as i did </div><div>i hope u understand, time is scarce for me now</div><div>i still love u and would post new entries from time to time </div><div> <br /></div><div>anyways, a snap shot of what happened in my life</div><div>i did my one month qum placement back home in malaysia, the experience was great </div><div>joined netball social games (which i terribly suck playing against aussies) </div><div>started playing sports again (futsal, netball, basketball and rugby touch) </div><div>had a check up with my endo; which went well </div><div>one of my camera lens fell ill and still is ill T.T</div><div>thinking of getting a g11 canon</div><div>had several bad hypos, but reacted fast to it and survived </div><div>pharmacy faculty moved, takes longer for me to travel to uni now </div><div>won asean netball game today =D so proud of the malaysian team</div><div> <br /></div><div>lots of other things happened too, but my memory ain't optimal lately</div><div>tend to forget stuff </div><div> <br /></div><div>anyways, hope to have more time and pics to update in the future. </div><div> <br /></div><div>xoxo </div><div>daph</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-3502953160823600714?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-69280381321298703152010-03-26T05:51:00.001-07:002010-03-26T06:14:37.660-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/S6yu9AKF-KI/AAAAAAAAAjc/fBvX8wIt8hM/s1600/IMG_5558.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/S6yu9AKF-KI/AAAAAAAAAjc/fBvX8wIt8hM/s320/IMG_5558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452925611876415650" /></a>a mask is always easy to put on<div>always a tear behind a smile, never the other way round </div><div><br /></div><div>emotions tend to toy with me lately</div><div>hormones raging; making me hate the ones i love </div><div>everything ticks me off; serious issues revolves around me </div><div><br /></div><div>my heart hurts, but there is no one that i could try pour to </div><div>is it a sign? i seriously need another half in my life? </div><div><br /></div><div>all i can think now is suicide or anything that involves pain </div><div>depression? or is it just the sugar talking?</div><div>stress has certainly been one of the MFing analhole </div><div>messing with my sugar levels, making it impossible to control and staying up high unaffected by gravity... life just sucks when the BSL is beyond my control.. </div><div><br /></div><div>i truly want an insulin pump</div><div>thinking about it adds more stress </div><div>the idea of pitching it to my parents</div><div>and also the cost of it </div><div>any sponsors out there?</div><div><br /></div><div>heading back to brisbane again this coming sunday</div><div>not looking forward at all</div><div>uni starts on monday >.< </div><div>diving straight back into studies; pukes </div><div><br /></div><div>sitting here on my couch at HOME </div><div>watching simba watch me </div><div>i am certainly gonna miss him loads.... </div><div><br /></div><div>-stress and depress- </div><div>daphdaph darker than ever </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-6928038132129870315?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-77220648670802418982010-02-17T13:25:00.000-08:002010-02-17T13:37:32.235-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tokyo5.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/us-hachiko-film.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 385px;" src="http://tokyo5.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/us-hachiko-film.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>i've watched it <div>and recommend it to all </div><div>especially to dog lovers; like me</div><div><br /></div><div>i cried my eyes out</div><div>my heart was ripped apart </div><div>i couldn't hold my emotions back</div><div>tears kept flowing down my cheeks </div><div>my eyes were bloodshot red</div><div>my nose even 'teared' like a burst pipe </div><div>this movie made me love simba even more </div><div><br /></div><div>it made me realised how much it would hurt for me to leave simba when i have to return to aus</div><div>='|</div><div><br /></div><div>anyways, do watch Hachiko: A Dog's Story </div><div>5 stars from me with a double thumbs up </div><div><br /></div><div>and also, please do prepare lots and lots of tissue </div><div>soft and smooth tissue, the ones that has aloe vera in it; way way more gentler on the nose and eyes </div><div><br /></div><div>no spoilers or sneak previews from me on the movie </div><div>you've got to watch it to experience it </div><div>i bet you'll find the movie good</div><div><br /></div><div>take care</div><div>love hugs and kisses</div><div><br /></div><div>-daphdaph-</div><div>loves simba even more </div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-7722064867080241898?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-56749232503986945132010-02-16T09:30:00.000-08:002010-02-16T09:49:32.587-08:00it is true u know; there is a first for everything<div><br /></div><div>this morning i woke up with a splitting migraine </div><div>my very first migraine, and i seldom suffer from headaches</div><div>so it got me a little concerned</div><div>what did i did to have triggered this migraine?</div><div>the only thing i did differently was taking an insulin shot on my arm; around the biceps area</div><div>how in the world could that have triggered a freaking migraine?</div><div><br /></div><div>panadeine does no wonders for migraine </div><div>so i had to go to the pharmacy to get something stronger and more effective</div><div>went to the pharmacy and immediately asked for the strongest they have</div><div>didn't bothered knowing what they gave me, just took it and wished migraine would go to hell </div><div><br /></div><div>the "strongest" med was slow to work? or just not strong or effective enough</div><div>after more than 12 hours, i'm still having this slight migraine</div><div>sudden loud sound or super bright flashing lights, migraine starts flickering a little; as if its trying to dance to the groove </div><div>and i can tell migraines are sucky dancers o.O</div><div><br /></div><div>anyways, back to how much a migraine sucks</div><div>the pain was excruciating till i couldn't keep my fluids down</div><div>was extremely nauseated </div><div>did not had breakfast or lunch </div><div>but surprise surprise, sugar levels were high</div><div>i did took my morning insulin, which should have caused my sugar levels to drop, but instead the opposite happened</div><div>weird... </div><div><br /></div><div>therefore i have concluded that migraines are bad for diabetics~! </div><div>evil little migraines </div><div><br /></div><div>after accompanying dad for lunch and played with simba</div><div>headed straight into my room</div><div>closed the curtains, on the aircond </div><div>set my phone to silent </div><div>drown all noises </div><div>and went to dreamland, hoping for the pain to just go away </div><div>dark room and minus all sounds did helped a lot </div><div>but it did not eliminated the migraine completely </div><div>i wonder what would </div><div>and if i do wake up with another migraine tomorrow morning, i'm heading straight to the emergency room</div><div>i want big league drugs </div><div>i ain't wanna go through a day with a migraine anymore </div><div><br /></div><div>just got back from supper, needed comfort food </div><div>kinda afraid to fall asleep and wake up in pain again </div><div><br /></div><div>gonna watch big bang theory to laugh all my worries away</div><div>and hoping to fall asleep and wake up with a smile </div><div>tomorrow is another day </div><div><br /></div><div>love hugs and kisses</div><div>-daphdaph-</div><div>@.@ </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-5674923250398694513?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-44101419996608925912010-02-11T09:39:00.000-08:002010-02-11T21:24:34.489-08:00happily sitting at coffee bean while waiting for my dad to finish his lunch with some of his business friends at the opposite building<div>sipping iced latte with cinnamon sprinkled generously on top allows me to feel icey and christmas-y on a hot summer day </div><div><br /></div><div>was toggling with my phone till my ears decided to eavesdrop on a nice conversation </div><div>"</div><div>A said - we have been sponsoring children all over east malaysia to give them a chance to study overseas</div><div><br /></div><div>B said - who do you actually give the sponsorship to?</div><div><br /></div><div>A replied - kids who are smart and should be given the chance to shine </div><div><br /></div><div>B replied - no i don't think you should give it to the smart kids, because all the smart kids are from rich family. their parents are educated, therefore are also rich and able to produce smart kids. therefore give it to not so smart kids who are poor</div><div style="text-align: right;">"</div><div style="text-align: left;">the conversation went something like that</div><div style="text-align: left;">my jaw dropped; hitting the ground </div><div style="text-align: left;">B is an ignorant bastard</div><div style="text-align: left;">i couldn't believe my ears</div><div style="text-align: left;">does he leaves under a tempurung or something? </div><div style="text-align: left;">stereotype? education-cist? wealth-cist? i dono lah what word should be used </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">oh wells </div><div style="text-align: left;">after that i decided not to eavesdrop anymore, best to relax and enjoy my iced latte </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">staying awake now while waiting for 5am</div><div style="text-align: left;">need to signon for a tutorial and it's a battlefield out there</div><div style="text-align: left;">i'm tired and super sleepy now</div><div style="text-align: left;">i would take a nap, but i fear that i'll doze too deep into dreamland </div><div style="text-align: left;">and be stuck with crappy timetable for the whole semester </div><div style="text-align: left;">might as well sacrifice sleep for one night than precious time for the whole semester </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">CNY is around the corner</div><div style="text-align: left;">Happy Chinese New Year </div><div style="text-align: left;">May the year of the tiger bring prosperity and the best of luck to you and your family </div><div style="text-align: left;">god bless all of you</div><div style="text-align: left;">Take care</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">p.s/ don't play with firecrackers ok?</div><div style="text-align: left;"> you might loose your hands or burn someone/something </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">collect banyak banyak ang pau then don't forget to spend me k?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">-daphdaph-</div><div style="text-align: left;">panda eyes </div><div style="text-align: left;">o.O</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-4410141999660892591?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-34097162704853575112010-02-03T07:02:00.000-08:002010-02-03T07:16:27.517-08:00FML<div>there is this little foreign unwanted viral caused thingy protruding under my right feet </div><div>FML</div><div>and i think it is a <a href="http://www.emedicinehealth.com/plantar_warts/article_em.htm">plantar wart</a> <a href="http://www.emedicinehealth.com/plantar_warts/article_em.htm">[click for more details]</a></div><div>FML</div><div>not too sure how i got it, but i think it is through trying out shoes at palm square? maybe china? trying out shoes for upcoming placement =|</div><div>FML</div><div>no one in my family has it</div><div>FML</div><div>it could have attacked me just because my immune system is much more susceptible than others due to diabetes </div><div>FML</div><div>diabetes have been a burden when i got it, a burden now when i still have it and would still be a burden in the future till a cure is discovered </div><div>FML</div><div>is has changed every aspect in my life ever since i had to live with it; trying to learn to live in harmony with diabetes (i wonder if harmony is the right word, currently in lost of words due to the unwanted wart under my feet)</div><div>FML</div><div>first it was shingles and now plantar wart</div><div>FML</div><div>shingles were hell; and now plantar wart would be hell 2.0?</div><div>FML</div><div>i would post an entry in the future to tell u which viral disease hurts more</div><div><br /></div><div>till then FML</div><div><br /></div><div>china trip day 2 entry would have to be put on hold</div><div>feeling super lazy to upload pics</div><div><br /></div><div>take care</div><div>wart BE GONE!!!</div><div>-daph-</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-3409716270485357511?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-47424736867228063482010-01-25T03:44:00.000-08:002010-01-25T03:51:08.213-08:00still on holiday till the 22nd of feb<div>gonna start placement then; at SMC</div><div>having mix feelings bout placement </div><div>not too sure if i would like being a hospital pharmacist or community pharmacist more </div><div>for now, hospital pharmacist has the upper hand</div><div>can't see my future just yet</div><div>maybe this placement experience would be the light of my life </div><div><br /></div><div>have not done too much this holiday, but gain weight =p</div><div>and also my china trip </div><div><br /></div><div>wish i could go on another trip, but money is tight </div><div>and so is time </div><div>time is forever chasing after me</div><div>time has burnt my arse a few times</div><div>and also i have eaten time's dust too</div><div>hopefully this year would be different, i shall smoke time is its own game </div><div><br /></div><div>gonna start reading through AMH and also TGs soon </div><div>and also probably start jogging with dad?</div><div>haha i seriously need to work on my determination and preservation </div><div><br /></div><div>for now, i shall drown myself in the world of tv series </div><div><br /></div><div>take care peeps</div><div>more pics of china trip day 2 to be up soon</div><div><br /></div><div>xoxo</div><div>-daphdaph-</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-4742473686722806348?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-54026474468830378082010-01-20T08:59:00.000-08:002010-01-20T09:17:28.367-08:00<div style="text-align: left;">decided to let simba sleep in my room tonight after god knows how long he waited outside my room</div><div>and he totally surprised me tonight </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/S1c48BdN4pI/AAAAAAAAAjU/9X6VBdSnrCc/s320/IMG_4996.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428870479652709010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">how could anyone not love him??? </span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>sorry for the dark pic... too lazy to edit</div><div>and did not switched on the flash as it would have woke simba up </div><div><br /></div><div>small tiny update in the middle of the night..</div><div>should head to bed soon, but chuck bartowski is just luring me in (stronger than my bed) </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-5402647446883037808?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-23991294342537609462010-01-20T05:40:00.000-08:002010-01-20T06:15:54.453-08:00<div>a couple snapshots from my first day in china</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/S1cIfwDedEI/AAAAAAAAAic/uH-1Zj-GSfY/s320/IMG_2786.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428817217386869826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/S1cN4VZn0tI/AAAAAAAAAjM/FwO_AlPyiz0/s1600-h/IMG_2841.jpg"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/S1cN4VZn0tI/AAAAAAAAAjM/FwO_AlPyiz0/s1600-h/IMG_2841.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/S1cN4VZn0tI/AAAAAAAAAjM/FwO_AlPyiz0/s320/IMG_2841.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428823137286869714" /></a>modern toilet restaurant </div><div>did not had the chance to try it out, but managed to snap a pic of it</div><div>would prob give it a try the next time i'm there<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/S1cNNvtdBmI/AAAAAAAAAjE/sSOOijm7QDk/s1600-h/IMG_2847.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/S1cNNvtdBmI/AAAAAAAAAjE/sSOOijm7QDk/s320/IMG_2847.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428822405614995042" /></a>pork satay china style!</div><div>looks nice, but the taste -.-'</div><div>they sprinkle too much spices on it, spices that made my tongue very very numb</div><div>did not felt safe after eating it</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/S1cMTb7YqUI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Ghu7K4Qftn0/s1600-h/IMG_2831.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/S1cMTb7YqUI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Ghu7K4Qftn0/s320/IMG_2831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428821403872307522" /></a>hehehe</div><div>this my friends is not an ordinary bicycle</div><div>it is a police bicycle!!!</div><div>i respect them for trying to make the world greener</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/S1cLiJ9UeVI/AAAAAAAAAi0/RelghF2tc4k/s1600-h/IMG_2826_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/S1cLiJ9UeVI/AAAAAAAAAi0/RelghF2tc4k/s320/IMG_2826_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428820557234993490" /></a>a typical china alley?</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/S1cKtWO4P1I/AAAAAAAAAis/gAbJlHCsxxc/s1600-h/IMG_2808.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/S1cKtWO4P1I/AAAAAAAAAis/gAbJlHCsxxc/s320/IMG_2808.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428819649996799826" /></a>everything is gold about this hotel</div><div>inside and outside</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/S1cJ0anVEAI/AAAAAAAAAik/9qW81Iu2fFQ/s1600-h/IMG_2799.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/S1cJ0anVEAI/AAAAAAAAAik/9qW81Iu2fFQ/s320/IMG_2799.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428818671920549890" /></a>hehe the highlight of the day (1st day in china)</div><div>some smart arse dude parked infront of a police station</div><div>genius right?</div><div>which immediately got towed away....</div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">more pictures to come</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">simba happily snoozing in my room now</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">love hugs and kisses</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">take care</div><div style="text-align: left;">xoxo</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/S1cIfwDedEI/AAAAAAAAAic/uH-1Zj-GSfY/s1600-h/IMG_2786.JPG"></a><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-2399129434253760946?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-34952604862726129652010-01-19T05:39:00.000-08:002010-01-19T06:03:35.389-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/S1W4iCRm7JI/AAAAAAAAAiU/xVYZKU6fAbU/s1600-h/IMG_4934.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/S1W4iCRm7JI/AAAAAAAAAiU/xVYZKU6fAbU/s320/IMG_4934.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428447820730789010" /></a>the double decker bus i slept on from shenzen to putian and putian to shenzen.<div>2 floors of bed only</div><div>the beds were tiny! tossing around 'ur' bed would be an impossible feat!</div><div>but thanks to doxylamine, the 9 hour ride wasn't too bad</div><div>i slept throughout the whole ride </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/S1W3a9HSJWI/AAAAAAAAAiM/N91sLiG1P7k/s1600-h/IMG_4982.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/S1W3a9HSJWI/AAAAAAAAAiM/N91sLiG1P7k/s320/IMG_4982.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428446599574594914" /></a>ancient camera my bro and i spotted at a shopping centre in shenzen</div><div>i would love to have one for my birthday this march =D</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/S1W2rLcJsGI/AAAAAAAAAiE/pSS4nW61K-w/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-11-11+at+17.28+%232.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/S1W2rLcJsGI/AAAAAAAAAiE/pSS4nW61K-w/s320/Photo+on+2009-11-11+at+17.28+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428445778786496610" /></a>me being bored</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/S1W2i8iexOI/AAAAAAAAAh8/T51xE4W8DGg/s1600-h/Photo+on+2010-01-19+at+21.09+%232.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/S1W2i8iexOI/AAAAAAAAAh8/T51xE4W8DGg/s320/Photo+on+2010-01-19+at+21.09+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428445637347558626" /></a>simba and me =D</div><div>simba is a quick learner (too quick)</div><div>before i went on my china trip, he couldn't walk down the stairs</div><div>and now, he is running up and down </div><div>following me into my room every chance he gets</div><div>and giving me morning calls by barking outside my door when he is let out of his cage in the morning</div><div>little rascal simba </div><div>i don't know how life would be without him, how life in aus would be without him</div><div>:'|</div><div><br /></div><div>btw, china trip was alright </div><div>will tell more stories bout my china trip in upcoming entries. </div><div><br /></div><div>xoxo</div><div>love hugs and kisses</div><div>-daphdaph-</div><div>simba barking downstairs cause he has to sleep in his cage </div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-3495260486272612965?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-52850737673287135042010-01-01T06:11:00.000-08:002010-01-01T06:32:00.865-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/Sz4Eyu1xaNI/AAAAAAAAAhs/z0ampU9Zo3w/s1600-h/000005.BMP"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/Sz4DwVmOvFI/AAAAAAAAAhk/kKDSD33PiXM/s1600-h/IMG_1737.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/Sz4DwVmOvFI/AAAAAAAAAhk/kKDSD33PiXM/s320/IMG_1737.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421775130366753874" /></a>happy new year~!!<div>it's 2010 already </div><div>hopefully it would be my grad year =D</div><div>finally it is my final year</div><div>after all the brain wrecking and wrenching, i'll soon be a pharmacist </div><div><br /></div><div>new year<br />do u make a new year's resolution every new year's eve?<div>i never bothered to make one ever</div><div>maybe it is time for a change?</div><div>a new custom; make a resolution and actually sticking to it</div><div><br /></div><div>so my resolution for the year is to be a super good diabetic </div><div>actually trying to get a hang of carbs counting; be a whiz in it?</div><div>and controlling sugar levels even better </div><div>and maybe educate newly diagnosed juvenile patients; if given the chance and if i'm ready </div><div>help them out of the dark; it was pitch black when i was first diagnosed, i know how they feel </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/Sz4Eyu1xaNI/AAAAAAAAAhs/z0ampU9Zo3w/s320/000005.BMP" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421776271014193362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>2009 was a great year </div><div>great course mates that help me through as a pharmacy student</div><div>came back home to be with my family after exams</div><div style="text-align: left;">spent quality time with my loved ones</div><div>kicking back and relaxing</div><div>enjoying every single bit of my holidays </div><div>spending time with childhood friends</div><div>sitting down in coffee shops for hours chitchatting and sipping on coffee </div><div>"yam cha-ing" as my 'job'</div><div>got a pomeranian pup; creating lots of memories with simba</div><div>and that great feeling the night results came out and knowing that i'll be a final year student</div><div>-priceless- </div><div><br /></div><div>wishing and hoping 2010 would be as kind (if not, kinder) than 2009</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/Sz4F3_WiewI/AAAAAAAAAh0/4LkXWKHVINE/s320/IMG_2417.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421777460857568002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">say hello to simba =D</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">hope u had a great new year's eve</div><div style="text-align: left;">i know i did </div><div style="text-align: left;">family bbq with relatives and a couple of friends over </div><div style="text-align: left;">*life is simple sweet*</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">love hugs and kisses</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">-daphdaph '10-</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-5285073767328713504?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-6567183301331513722009-12-25T08:47:00.000-08:002009-12-25T09:01:21.334-08:00merry christmas peeps =D<div>love the roast turkey and carrots </div><div>coleslaw</div><div>salad</div><div>grilled sausages</div><div>cream of mushroom soup</div><div>homemade bread </div><div>salad prawns </div><div>smoked salmon</div><div>this is what i call soulfood </div><div>100% homecooked by mom</div><div>stuffed myself till no space is left</div><div>didn't cared bout the carbs and sugar (well nothing really contained much sugar, and only had a bun, no other carbs)</div><div>ate lots of turkey and roasted carrots (my fav)</div><div>drank diet coke (sugarfree; brilliant creation, invention)</div><div><br /></div><div>went out for coffee with cous</div><div>chit chatted like old retired ladies =D </div><div>went home ard 12, cous need to work tomorrow morning </div><div><br /></div><div>sugar levels hv been going up and down like mad</div><div>mainly cause of me being unwell</div><div>the tonsils are still hurting </div><div>neck is pretty stiff </div><div>ear and head ache</div><div>trying to give it some time for it to heal on it's own</div><div>but definitely head to the doc once i can't tolerate it anymore </div><div><br /></div><div>the last tonsillitis attack planted a paranoia seed in me</div><div>i hated being sick</div><div>fever and chills just pulls me deep into the pits of blahsssss</div><div>to struggle to sit up straight is a constant struggle </div><div>ears and head blocked up </div><div>sugar running around like crazy</div><div>too sick to be bothered with sugar monitoring even</div><div>daphdaph is just lifeless </div><div><br /></div><div>hopefully no more sick episodes till they find a cure for diabetes </div><div><br /></div><div>m bored now</div><div>sleepy but don't feel like sleeping yet </div><div>just wanna surf and relax</div><div>prob read a comic book before i hit the sack</div><div><br /></div><div>wonder what is in stall for tomorrow </div><div>another lazy day or a day fill with drama?</div><div>never know till i live it</div><div><br /></div><div>love hugs and kisses</div><div>take care</div><div>xoxo</div><div><br /></div><div>daphdaph</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-656718330133151372?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-52749528726611767672009-12-22T06:51:00.000-08:002009-12-22T07:01:04.965-08:00life is just sweet now<div>got a new pup; simba</div><div>6 months old, male, pomeranian </div><div>showing him the same tlc as i have towards pumba</div><div>i still miss and love u pumba </div><div>would soon post some pics up when i come out from my lazy mode </div><div><br /></div><div>played futsal with zaza and her friends tonight </div><div>it was fun</div><div>and hot</div><div>most of the time the court is filled with laughter</div><div>i like</div><div>thanks zaza and zaza's friends </div><div><br /></div><div>christmas is coming </div><div>which only means...</div><div>FOOD</div><div>mom is roasting a turkey, slurps</div><div>once a year occasion </div><div>gonna go wild on the food and ignore the sugar levels </div><div><br /></div><div>7th jan i am jetting off to china to visit my late grandpa's village </div><div>looking forward to this trip </div><div><br /></div><div>will be snapping lots and lots of pics i guess</div><div>and shop!!! hehe</div><div><br /></div><div>gonna go head off and watch avatar; the last air bender now</div><div>then sleep</div><div><br /></div><div>tired tired </div><div><br /></div><div>love hugs and kisses</div><div>xoxo</div><div>merry christmas and a happy new yr to u all</div><div>have a great one</div><div><br /></div><div>-daph-daph-</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-5274952872661176767?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-84564751714287382102009-12-17T12:35:00.001-08:002009-12-17T12:50:22.129-08:00emotions comes and goes as they wish nowadays <div>hormones fluctuating blindly; so does the sugar levels</div><div>stress is the main culprit today</div><div>if one could, u would see the sugar levels rise steadily too enormous shocking numbers </div><div>numbers that could shut one's piehole</div><div><br /></div><div>all i want to do is let the anger out</div><div>i want the stress to turn into endorphins </div><div>instead of a frown i want a smile</div><div>today is just full of shit</div><div>nothing goes my way</div><div><br /></div><div>what fucks the most is how some people could use their love against ones will</div><div>blackmailed by my love ones </div><div>my already ripped soul (due to pumba's lost) is being shredded and grinded till dust is all what's left </div><div><br /></div><div>after a few days this anger would just disappear </div><div>but not tonight, i could feel it growing over it's maximum capacity </div><div>once let loose, it would be pendora's box 2.0</div><div>2 times worse then the original </div><div><br /></div><div>off to slash till raw skin is left </div><div>emo mode kicks in </div><div><br /></div><div>-daph-</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-8456475171428738210?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-15007894620892184722009-12-15T14:08:00.000-08:002009-12-15T14:14:26.648-08:00couldn't sleep at all due to the pain in my ear and tonsils <div>still can't swallow</div><div>making breathing, eating and drinking hard</div><div>i could tell i was having troubles sleeping tonight as when my saliva and mucus/pus pools, it blocks my airways</div><div>and at times i would "map" my pillow or blanket </div><div>when i try and swallow anything, my eyes shoots open</div><div>tears would sometimes flow</div><div>it is that agonising </div><div><br /></div><div>also woke up to a fever, 38.11*C (making good use of the free thermometer i got from accuchek)</div><div>i'm tired </div><div>my whole body aches</div><div>everything feels so heavy</div><div>i can't tell if i'm feeling cold or hot</div><div>would take a panadol, but can't swallow one</div><div>and i fear i'll puke</div><div>took a warm shower, hope it helps? </div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-1500789462089218472?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-74437853301476966742009-12-14T17:13:00.000-08:002009-12-14T17:20:36.997-08:00having a hard time swallowing anything<div>both liquid and solids</div><div>every swallow makes my ear and head ache </div><div>had a mild fever yesterday </div><div><br /></div><div>this sucks</div><div>drinking and eating is almost impossible now</div><div>making controlling sugar levels even harder </div><div><br /></div><div>had also been having mild diarrhoea a couple of days ago</div><div>sucks even more </div><div><br /></div><div>and i did realised my sugar levels fluctuating more intensely </div><div><br /></div><div>moral of the story?</div><div>sick = super super super bad</div><div>hence diabetics = immunocompromised </div><div><br /></div><div>love hugs and kisses </div><div><br /></div><div>-daph-</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-7443785330147696674?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-44480460726947845282009-12-08T23:58:00.000-08:002009-12-09T00:05:11.653-08:00went dog hunting today <div>it was fun and also painful for me</div><div><br /></div><div>first pair was a silky yorkshire</div><div>6 weeks old</div><div>black and dark brown</div><div>RM1.2k</div><div>mum did not liked it</div><div><br /></div><div>second was a chihuahua </div><div>2.5 months old</div><div>grey, black and white</div><div>RM2.6k</div><div><br /></div><div>third was a chow chow</div><div>1 month plus old</div><div>white</div><div>RM3.6k</div><div><br /></div><div>i've got my heart on the chow chow</div><div>fat and fluffy</div><div>mom love the chow chow too</div><div>we are considering about it</div><div>but the fact that pumba just passed away; wound is still fresh and raw</div><div><br /></div><div>i really love to get a chihuahua again, but it reminds me too much of pumba</div><div>hurts too much for me </div><div><br /></div><div>we'll see how things go</div><div>if it is faith, then it is meant to be </div><div><br /></div><div>love hugs and kisses</div><div>xoxo</div><div><br /></div><div>-daph-</div><div>RIP pumba, miss you and i love u</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-4448046072694784528?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-29675856501940962712009-12-04T07:33:00.001-08:002009-12-04T07:47:55.189-08:00before results came out i was super stressed everyday <div>checking my uni email everyday to see if i needed to sit for a supp or not </div><div>when results came out, i was floating on cloud 9</div><div><br /></div><div>then when pumba passed away yesterday i was devastated and broken in every way possible </div><div><br /></div><div>it's been a melancholic and stressful week for me</div><div>which has also greatly affected my sugar levels</div><div>i'm finding it extremely hard to adjust my diet and also my insulin</div><div>plus dad has been dragging me for squash almost everyday </div><div>holidays aren't much of a holiday</div><div>been waking up early and following my parents for breakfast than followed dad to work till after lunch time</div><div>can't say much bout following dad to work, but it is hard bringing my insulin pen around</div><div>the heat here is HOT HOT HOT</div><div>and i'm always so lazy to bring my glucometer around because i do not carry a bag</div><div>and it doesn't fits into my pocket </div><div>so sometimes i miss my before lunch shots and been missing a whole bunch of glucose readings</div><div>yes i know it is super bad... </div><div>so i'm planning to get a smaller and easier to bring around glucometer </div><div>and try to find a better way to bring my insulin pen around </div><div>wish i could afford an insulin pump</div><div>life would be a whole lot easier </div><div><br /></div><div>when for yumcha with jean and jenli earlier today at yoyo</div><div>and i'm finding everything super sweet</div><div>was hard for me to consume any of the desserts or beverages </div><div>i ended up wasting all of it</div><div><br /></div><div>i miss coke zero so much</div><div>wondering when would coke zero arrive malaysia </div><div>beverages here are so boring </div><div>everything must contain sugar except for water and tea and things that you request to have no sugar added, some shops do not do "no sugar" =.=' </div><div>i would opt for diet coke, but a tutor once told me that it increases your risk of getting parkinson's... i'm not too sure of how accurate her source is, but i guess it is better safe than sorry </div><div><br /></div><div>life is depressing this week </div><div><br /></div><div>p/s i miss u pumba, good night and i love u</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>love hugs and kisses</div><div>take care</div><div>xoxo</div><div><br /></div><div>-daph-</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-2967585650194096271?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-22305703355353389242009-12-04T02:37:00.000-08:002009-12-04T02:40:10.626-08:00for two brief moments, i could feel u bite my thumb again and hear your nails scratch against the granite floors<div>i miss u pumba</div><div><br /></div><div>every night i'll wish you good night and tell you how much i love you </div><div>that is how deep ur love have buried into my soul </div><div><br /></div><div>RIP pumba</div><div><br /></div><div>daph</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-2230570335535338924?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-18787122338987658212009-12-03T02:21:00.001-08:002009-12-03T02:21:57.907-08:00m still aching and hurting<div>tears have been flowing </div><div>a river flows for u pumba</div><div>i miss u</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-1878712233898765821?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-26942179004329985332009-12-02T18:31:00.000-08:002009-12-02T19:05:22.974-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SxcpGb_erHI/AAAAAAAAAhE/M-DFMcSifBE/s1600-h/P031209_09.59.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/Sxcl38Xrp8I/AAAAAAAAAg8/NvUigLROxrQ/s1600-h/P011209_20.51.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/Sxcl38Xrp8I/AAAAAAAAAg8/NvUigLROxrQ/s320/P011209_20.51.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410835120337430466" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/Sxcl3a7Wp4I/AAAAAAAAAg0/EcOj0IAM6XU/s1600-h/P301109_13.22_%5B02%5D.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/Sxcl3a7Wp4I/AAAAAAAAAg0/EcOj0IAM6XU/s320/P301109_13.22_%5B02%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410835111360243586" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SxclEu_xIvI/AAAAAAAAAgk/ruiJCfUpxAM/s1600-h/P301109_13.20.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SxclEu_xIvI/AAAAAAAAAgk/ruiJCfUpxAM/s320/P301109_13.20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410834240574137074" /></a><br />dear pumba<div><br /></div><div>why did u had to leave me</div><div>u left without saying goodbye</div><div>there is so much more about you i have not got to know</div><div>i'm already missing u too much that it hurts so much </div><div>my heart is aching </div><div>aching for u to come back from heaven and be by my side right now </div><div><br /></div><div>i miss the way u bite my thumb and lick my palm</div><div>i miss the way how u sniff and chew on my toes</div><div>i miss the way u climb on me and how ur little legs tickle my tummy </div><div>i miss the way how u stare right into my eyes</div><div>i miss the way how your face got so near to mine</div><div>i miss the way u beg for food, sitting down beside me looking straight at me with your huge black beady eyes </div><div>i miss the way u sleep on my tummy</div><div>i miss how u lick my shirt and leaves stains on it</div><div>i miss how u try so hard to hump my feet </div><div>i miss everything about you pumba</div><div><br /></div><div>u made a huge impact on me</div><div>my soul has been permanently remodelled to snuggly fit u in it </div><div>everyday i looked forward to see u greet me in the morning when i walk down the stairs </div><div>but today it was different</div><div>i came running down for u</div><div>seeing u there, lifeless, sucked the living soul out of me </div><div><br /></div><div>now without u here by my side</div><div>there is an empty spot in my soul</div><div>nothing can ever replace u</div><div>it shall forever remain empty now </div><div>engraved by u, with love </div><div>you'll always be in my heart</div><div>engraved by me, with love </div><div><br /></div><div>tears fall now</div><div>unsure when would it stop</div><div>heart aches now</div><div>not knowing when it would stop</div><div>the day is darker than ever now</div><div>never knowing when i'll see the light again</div><div><br /></div><div>every time is see this stain on my shirt</div><div>memories of u come pouring into me</div><div>i'll miss u forever </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SxcpGb_erHI/AAAAAAAAAhE/M-DFMcSifBE/s320/P031209_09.59.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410838667878902898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">pumba</div><div style="text-align: left;">be up there in heaven for me</div><div style="text-align: left;">look down at me for me</div><div style="text-align: left;">be there whenever i need u for me </div><div style="text-align: left;">be happy wherever u are for me</div><div style="text-align: left;">let me feel you for me</div><div style="text-align: left;">let me smell u for me</div><div style="text-align: left;">let me hear u for me</div><div style="text-align: left;">let me sense u for me</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">rest in peace pumba</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">i love u</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-2694217900432998533?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-7407058851407358042009-12-01T09:58:00.000-08:002009-12-01T10:15:43.117-08:00it is a great way to start my day today<div>hanged out with jenli and sonia since 9pm today</div><div>went to 3 different places</div><div>place number 1) loklok prince</div><div> 2) yen ai (ren ai?)</div><div> 3) upperstar</div><div>came out ard 9pm and got back home about 2am</div><div><br /></div><div>the 3 of us talked and talked, practically about everything =D</div><div>it was just nice to gather together and talk bout anything and everything</div><div><br /></div><div>the 3 of us thinks that we are getting old</div><div>we do not understand the young ppl's world anymore </div><div>i even said that i'm turning into an old hag =p</div><div>haha meh, i believe that deep in me am still young and hip</div><div>it needs to be pried out </div><div><br /></div><div>anyways, results came out at exactly 12am aussie time (10pm malaysia time) </div><div>i had my mind on it every since i finished my last paper but i totally let it slipped off me while i was out with my friends </div><div>before this, i was constantly checking my uni email to see if i needed a supp exam</div><div>but did not received any (huge relief) </div><div>then tonight while at upperstar (they had computers and free internet for their customers), i decided to check my results</div><div>in me i was freaking out and terrified about it, but did not wanted to show my feelings</div><div>kept my cool while my heart beat faster than a humming bird's wings </div><div>clicked on "view results"</div><div>and the moment of truth.......</div><div><br /></div><div>I PASSED ALL 6 SUBJECTS </div><div><br /></div><div>=D huge smile</div><div>beaming from one ear to the other</div><div>amen, bless the lord</div><div><br /></div><div>now i've got to start studying again as i would be starting my placement here in SMC this coming feb '10. </div><div><br /></div><div>gotta head to bed now</div><div><br /></div><div>love hugs and kisses</div><div><br /></div><div>-daph-</div><div>off to bed with a smile on my face </div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-740705885140735804?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-21590746780048201442009-11-28T20:10:00.000-08:002009-11-28T20:21:43.431-08:00<div style="text-align: left;">did not knew i've got wifi at home till yesterday night....</div><div>such a dumbass i am</div><div>tut tut</div><div>oh wells</div><div>now i know</div><div>i'll be surfing the net on my mac now, bye bye pc</div><div><br /></div><div>peeps, say hello to Pumba!~</div><div>mom's chihuahua pet =D</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SxH11tJBa6I/AAAAAAAAAgU/d5vXpMpHDio/s320/pumba2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409374930447985570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SxH1-GrfkiI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ecRW_Nf7gzM/s320/pumba3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409375074742407714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">cute ain't he? </div><div style="text-align: left;">hehehe</div><div style="text-align: left;">trying to train him now</div><div style="text-align: left;">hopes he learns fast =D</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">hope you'll love him as much as i do</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">love hugs and kisses</div><div style="text-align: left;">take care peeps</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">xoxo</div><div style="text-align: left;">-daph-</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-2159074678004820144?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-84710439350937667022009-11-27T20:59:00.000-08:002009-11-27T21:09:52.757-08:00hey peeps,<br />m back in kk<br />it's hot but m loving the food<br />air-conds rocks the sox off me<br />i love the food but have not been eating much<br />the weather is affecting my appetite quite a lot<br /><br />getting lazier and lazier<br />being a couch potato<br />watching astro only<br /><br />went out for dinner and coffee with ane yesterday<br />went to the newly opened upperstar at lintas yesterday<br />the food ain't great<br />fries were super soggy<br />chicken chop had too much flour<br />lamb was too fat<br />they did not served coffee at night +.+'<br />they ran out of diet coke<br />service was slow and poor<br />but i guess all these is due to the lack of waiters and waitresses?<br />plus they just opened?<br />lack of waiter and waitresses training?<br />lots of room for improvement<br /><br />anyways, did u guys know how hard it is to get a good cup of ice latte here???<br />the starbucks here do not use fresh milk.... and they add the ice and milk into the coffee instead of the coffee into the ice then the milk last<br />it seems like not a big deal, but it actually makes a hugs difference<br />i miss brisbane's ice latte/ice coffee<br />coffee bean did not did a good job in serving ice latte too<br />the coffee did not had that nice aroma<br />it was just *blah*<br /><br />oh btw, mom got a chihuahua as a pet =D<br />would love to upload some pics.. but i did not brought back the usb cable for my phone... will do it when i get the chance<br /><br />gotta go for lunch nw<br />ciao ciao<br /><br />take care<br />xoxo<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-8471043935093766702?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-57889813524366986222009-11-23T07:52:00.000-08:002009-11-23T07:57:01.683-08:00for the first time, i do not know what to search on youtube >.<<br />m bored<br />and i do not want to sleep<br />prefer sleeping on the plane instead<br /><br />gonna go back home in 9 hours..<br />soon soon<br />hopefully i would be able to withstand the weather<br />tend to easily fall sick or ill in extreme heat<br />bad bad<br />falling sick is no where in my things to do list<br /><br />m bored..<br />gonna do some random search on youtube after this<br />anything will do<br /><br />ciao peeps<br />the next time i update this blog, i would be doing so from kk<br /><br />take care peeps<br /><br />love hugs and kisses<br />xoxo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-5788981352436698622?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-20460396920670395002009-11-22T11:46:00.000-08:002009-11-22T12:01:37.302-08:00<div>ever slept for so long till your head hurts when u wake up?</div><div>i love the long hours of pure sleep</div><div>but it comes with consequences </div><div>sleep vs headache </div><div>i think sleep wins single handedly for me </div><div><br /></div><div>-random thought- </div><div>it is the 23rd today</div><div>i am 21yrs old and 8 months old </div><div><br /></div><div>i'll be leaving for kk tomorrow </div><div>can't wait to get my sweaty ass back home</div><div>indulge on delicious malaysian food </div><div>i miss pork!</div><div>aussie pork smells >.<</div><div><br /></div><div>one thing that i'll really miss is the ice coffee~!</div><div>m a soon-to-be ice-coffee addict</div><div>i just love the strong aromatic taste </div><div>delicious </div><div>and also the caffeine</div><div>(^.^)</div><div><br /></div><div>gonna try and live a healthy life back home </div><div>need to shed a few pounds to look pretty during work and placement =D</div><div>gonna increase the stamina too</div><div><br /></div><div>wonder if i could get enough friends to play futsal together</div><div>zaza, we have to play futsal k~~~!! </div><div><br /></div><div>i love the holidays </div><div>i love it when my hands are free</div><div>i love it when my brain is relaxed </div><div>i love it when i get to sleep </div><div>i love everything now</div><div><br /></div><div>love hugs and kisses</div><div><br /></div><div>-daph-</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-2046039692067039500?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-1002535898779557792009-11-19T23:45:00.000-08:002009-11-20T00:06:36.742-08:00hey peep-os<br /><br />finally, i'm done with 7 exams... yes SEVEN<br />m all relieved now<br />am happy to switch on my manic switch all day long<br />i can't wipe the smile on my face<br />it is there no matter what :D<br />i don't mind it being there, a smile takes less effort than a frown<br /><br />anyways<br />it is zaza's birthday today =D<br />gave her a whole macbook pro box full of chocs<br />more than 3-4kgs worth of CHOCS<br />she'll be on a strict choc diet for these few days<br />everyone thought it was a macbook pro, hehe<br />surprise pulled off smoothly<br /><br />played futsal at 2pm<br />it was awesome, finally some exercise<br />exercise helps increase the sensitivity towards insulin, so you'll need less units; huge PLUS<br />but always make sure to check that you sugar levels are in a good level and also that you have enough insulin in your body to avoid ketones from building up.<br />also be sure you have carbs and glucose in hand just in case u become hypo =D<br />you gotta care for your body or no one would<br />and also make sure your mates know how to react in an emergency situation (just in case you pass out)<br />futsal was pure fun; no artificial flavoring<br /><br />after playing a few rounds of futsal<br />the others gave zaza and katek a surprise by bringing cakes =D<br /><br />didn't had any, watching the sugar<br />took a few glucose jelly beans during the exam<br />so did not wanted any extra sugar for the day<br />staying out from the all hyped up zone<br /><br />gotta watch the sugar levels again later on, kinda tricky and hard to predict how the sugars react right after a hardcore, running up and down game<br />and to make it even more complicated, m having pasta for dinner<br />one of the hardest food ever<br />sugar levels would be larger and scarier than a rollercoaster ride<br />unpredictable<br /><br />oh wells, gotta try my best to understand pasta more<br />i shall be the pasta whisperer one day<br /><br />oh, i took a couple of pics today<br />but sadly, the internet quota is all burnt up..<br />no uploading pics for now<br /><br />gotta go shower now...<br /><br />need to smell good<br /><br />ciao ciao<br /><br />have a great summer holz<br /><br />love hugs and kisses<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-100253589877955779?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-46903192057425332482009-11-17T22:48:00.000-08:002009-11-17T22:56:19.870-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www2.worthingtonlibraries.org/teen/blog/Image/icons/chocolate.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 305px;" src="http://www2.worthingtonlibraries.org/teen/blog/Image/icons/chocolate.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />chocolates<br />i crave for them now<br /><br />studying is bad<br />it works up a whole pile of stress for me<br />more than i can handle<br />and it's making me hunt for chocolates<br />there ain't any at home<br />i would really like to go out and buy some<br />but the diabetic police would blow the whistle on me<br /><br />mehhhh<br />gonna go drown myself in imaginary chocolate<br /><br />*chomps on imaginary chocolate*<br /><br />ciao<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-4690319205742533248?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-89962999127711633222009-11-17T19:56:00.000-08:002009-11-17T20:10:27.583-08:00after my paper, mom brought me for an early lunch<br />i ate a big mac and a single serve tub of yogurt<br /><br />did not brought my insulin with me<br />which wasn't a bright idea at all<br />when i got home, sugar levels spiked up to 16.6 mmol/L<br />BAD BAD<br />got me pretty hyped up<br />i even sent gibberish text messages to rachie, zaza and gloryglorz<br />haha<br />that is me being hyperdaph<br /><br />high sugar levels does so much to me<br />makes me all hyped up<br />and the worse thing is, it is super hard to calm myself down<br />can't even control myself at all<br />and i won't think before i act or say; very compulsive<br /><br />got home, and instantly took a shot<br />am feeling a whole lot better now<br />not as hyped up as before<br /><br />so the moral of the story is...<br />bring your insulin everywhere you go<br />i need to write it on a post it not and stick it on my forehead<br />tsk tsk<br />brain totally affected by all this studying<br /><br />2 more papers to go<br />still hanging on<br /><br />gotta start studying for tomorrow's paper now<br /><br />take care<br /><br />love hugs and kisses<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-8996299912771163322?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-62243705971681893782009-11-15T21:10:00.000-08:002009-11-15T21:33:31.503-08:00<div style="text-align: left;">i could barely open my eyes now</div><div>my brain hurts </div><div>my head feels heavier than lead </div><div><br /></div><div>took my 4th exam today </div><div>have another 3 more to go</div><div><br /></div><div>can't give up now</div><div>half way through </div><div>i can do it!~</div><div><br /></div><div>aites </div><div>all this positive thinking is making my brain ache</div><div><br /></div><div>gonna take a nap</div><div>then start studying again for the next paper </div><div><br /></div><div>oh btw, a lil update with my diabetic life </div><div>i ordered 2 medical alert charm online and it arrived today =D</div><div><br /></div><div>both charms are the same</div><div>one is already hanging on my anklet </div><div><br /></div><div>and this one below is to clip on my bag (or something else)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SwDhazo6DCI/AAAAAAAAAgE/MOahogZPDMU/s320/SNC00393.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404567403499228194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">front view</div><div style="text-align: center;">&amp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">back view</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SwDh_lGRCAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Izjs5UpaSeM/s320/SNC00394.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404568035250997250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">ME: </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">DIABETIC</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">INSULIN</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">"MARRIED TO NEEDLES"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">DL</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">these charms would save my life one day </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">get one if you need one </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">it could too save your life one day </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">love hugs and kisses </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">daph</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-6224370597168189378?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-90340522784084878032009-11-14T18:25:00.000-08:002009-11-14T20:53:45.753-08:00<div style="text-align: left;">brought mom to the saturday market yesterday around 7am</div><div>i love the market; for the nice food not the fresh fruits and vege =D</div><div>my mom likes it for it's cheap and fresh fruits &amp; vege</div><div>they sell meat and seafood too</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/Sv-AqX_5aCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ybWyMFNSzww/s320/SNC00388.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404179543352764450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">i</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> had langos (with cheese, sour cream, garlic, and sweet chilly) again</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">and a cup of sausage (which i forgotten to snap a pic of, again >.<></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">yes, i love my german sausages. it is a must have every time i'm there </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">after the langos, bought myself a bottle of lemonade to try and mask the garlic breath (^^)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">it is crazy delicious!! seriously</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">everyone needs to try this "krazy lemon"</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">the first time i had it was years ago, i love it, but i do not drink it all the time cause of the high sugar content</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">only once in a blue moon, when i really really really want it (i.e yesterday)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/Sv9_V0DbqlI/AAAAAAAAAfU/3TqSOqoyBsY/s320/SNC00382.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404178090594904658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span>this my friends, is a Pedi =D<div>turkish bread stuff with fillings </div><div>in this one it was mushrooms and herbs</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/Sv-EEOkoOnI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ypAGUg3ImGs/s320/SNC00383.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404183286033955442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/Sv-BXnEiljI/AAAAAAAAAfs/tSemulg5Sr8/s1600-h/SNC00390.jpg"></a><div><br /></div><div>did not snapped a good picture of the filling inside</div><div>would have snapped a better picture with baby 450D, but the file is just too big to upload</div><div>and i've been using most of my internet quota on youtubing and video streaming</div><div><br /></div><div>anyways, back to the Pedi</div><div>it is delicious!~</div><div>sandwich grill it and eat it while it is hot </div><div>oOoOoOoOoO</div><div>every bite toyed with my taste buds</div><div>one is a little bit too much for a person, best share it with 2-3 people </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/Sv-AKhzA6xI/AAAAAAAAAfc/pimS7ym4xCM/s320/SNC00387.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404178996227271442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><div style="text-align: center;">"killed by a toothpick"</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/Sv-BXnEiljI/AAAAAAAAAfs/tSemulg5Sr8/s1600-h/SNC00390.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"></a></div><div><br /></div><div>i love blueberries~</div><div>they make nice midnight snacks </div><div>helps prevent the hypos from occurring too</div><div>it is healthy and high in antioxidant (that was what i heard, too lazy to find out if it is true)</div><div><br /></div><div>blueberries in malaysia cost a bomb, so m eating as much as i could here in aus </div><div>back home, i would be indulging of tropical fruits instead </div><div>papaya, guava, tarap, jambu air, mangosteen, rambutan, and the list goes on.... </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/Sv-BXnEiljI/AAAAAAAAAfs/tSemulg5Sr8/s1600-h/SNC00390.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/Sv-BXnEiljI/AAAAAAAAAfs/tSemulg5Sr8/s320/SNC00390.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404180320492885554" /></a><br /></div><div>it was yesterday night when i got bored and curious </div><div>i've been checking BSL ever since i was diagnosed </div><div>but i never stopped to find out what was in the cap of the strip bottles </div><div>noise came out every time i shake the bottles </div><div>i knew they were beads that "sucks" in moisture, but i never knew how they looked like</div><div><br /></div><div>this is me being curious </div><div>i took a penknife and cut the cardboard beneath the cap</div><div>and found a cap full of these itty bitty tiny yellowish-brownish beads</div><div><br /></div><div>=D now i know what is in the caps</div><div><br /></div><div>kakaka </div><div>m being lame now </div><div><br /></div><div>aites, gotta continue studying now</div><div><br /></div><div>take care</div><div><br /></div><div>love hugs and kisses </div><div><br /></div><div>-daph-</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/Sv9_V0DbqlI/AAAAAAAAAfU/3TqSOqoyBsY/s1600-h/SNC00382.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-9034052278408487803?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-87463911266420589062009-11-13T10:00:00.000-08:002009-11-13T16:31:09.804-08:00<div style="text-align: left;">wear blue and support </div>understand diabetes<br />imagine living in their shoes<br /><br />the obstacles they encounter every single day, hour, minute, second<br />it never gets easier<br /><br />support world diabetes day =D<br /><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/Sv341EBKIyI/AAAAAAAAAfE/pgJfRPv0MqQ/s320/Photo+27.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403748718409818914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">meter displays 6.7mmol/L (not 67mg/dL)</div><div style="text-align: left;">that is 2 hours after breakfast =D</div><div style="text-align: left;">that digit puts a huge smile, and it would do the same to any diabetics </div><div style="text-align: left;">knowing that it is controlled; not too high, not too low </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">a great start for the day </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">hope your day is as great as mine =D</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">love hugs and kisses </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">ciao</div><div style="text-align: left;">-m one proud diabetic-</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-8746391126642058906?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-87159967392057034012009-11-13T08:41:00.000-08:002009-11-13T09:11:52.716-08:00<div style="text-align: left;">got home slept, woke up for dinner, ate, then slept even more after dinner till 12am.</div><div><div>was still aching inside</div><div><div><br /></div><div>then i remembered purchasing an anime dvd a month ago</div><div>"The girl who leapt through time"</div><div><br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://www.mmlab2.rlc.dcccd.edu/imed1191n24/web6091/images/32464-the_girl_who_leapt_through_time_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 428px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div>decided to watch it instead of studying <div>had 3 exams and another 4 to go</div><div>i did mentioned in an earlier post something bout 7 exams wasn't too bad</div><div><div>and also did add in that i would regret saying it</div><div><br /></div><div>now i absolutely regret it</div><div>god damnit, 7 exams is just too much for me to handle right now</div><div>the stress is harder to cope then imagined </div><div><br /></div><div>this is me doubting myself after the "that" paper </div><div><br /></div><div>gotta pull my socks and pants even higher now </div><div><br /></div><div>anyways about the anime</div><div>it was awesome, mind blowing</div><div>got me off the edge </div><div>i love it!!</div><div><br /></div><div>not gonna put any spoilers here</div><div>go find it out yourself</div><div><br /></div><div>i highly recommend this movie</div><div><br /></div><div>this movie took a huge load of pain away and put a smile on my face </div><div>it affected me that much </div><div><br /></div><div>wish i had someone to cuddle right now</div><div><br /></div><div>love hugs and kisses</div><div><br /></div><div>xoxo</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-8715996739205703401?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-37761423847341040022009-11-12T20:14:00.000-08:002009-11-12T20:25:33.628-08:002 news today<div><br /></div><div>1) thank lord for gluco jelly beans or i would have shacked like mad due to a hypo</div><div><br /></div><div>2) don't think i did well enough for this paper</div><div> i hate it</div><div> tried so hard to study and remember everything </div><div> but it seems like the effort never pays off </div><div> or the plain fact is that the brain ain't smart or hardcore enough for pharmacy?</div><div> </div><div>m tired and pissed</div><div>mixed emotions too</div><div>super stressed out and depressed </div><div><br /></div><div>i despise everything now </div><div><br /></div><div>i wanna just drown myself in sorrow </div><div>till i become numb all over </div><div>till nothing around me matters </div><div>till everything disappears</div><div>till i lay flat and cold </div><div><br /></div><div>such flood of emo-ness</div><div>life sucks a lot today </div><div><br /></div><div>looking for a wishing star to wish upon</div><div>for a better tomorrow and also a better week</div><div><br /></div><div>stay tune for the next post...</div><div>might be a cheerier one </div><div><br /></div><div>hugs and kisses peeps</div><div><br /></div><div>ciao </div><div><br /></div><div>p/s friday the 13th; hence the dulness? </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-3776142384734104002?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-1363854248105942972009-11-11T20:51:00.000-08:002009-11-11T21:07:01.493-08:00finished my 2nd exam <div>UTI in a pregnant lady... change medication due to contraindications </div><div>and Ural sachets... safe in pregnant women? no idea... the examiner kept on asking if it was safe or not... can't find anything in the AMH</div><div>so i stupidly said "i'm not sure, but i think it is" then at the end i added "if you would like to leave your number, i'll find it out and give you a call to reconfirm" </div><div><br /></div><div>i hope i didn't went too bad </div><div>all i want is a pass </div><div><br /></div><div>anyways, after exam, mom came to pick me up</div><div>headed to Toowong Village for lunch and daily walk around Coles</div><div>walking is a good exercise =D </div><div>"find your 30mins" </div><div>i was still in my student pharmacy uniform</div><div>and suddenly a guy came to me with an item in his hand</div><div>he gave me a stare, stood in front of me, then gave me a huge smile</div><div>he said "oh, haha i thought you were an employee here"</div><div>i gave him this blur look, then realised exactly what happened and why would he confused me as a coles employee </div><div>for some reason, my faculty decided that it is a cool thing to copy cole's uniform </div><div>ughhhh the colour &amp; the cutting; a photo copy design </div><div>lame </div><div>huge fashion disaster </div><div><br /></div><div>anyways, gonna try and catch up with some sleep in a couple </div><div>5 more papers to conquer </div><div><br /></div><div>"all the best daphdaph"</div><div><br /></div><div>will update soon </div><div>maybe tonight when m procrastinating (which i always do) </div><div><br /></div><div>love hugs and kisses</div><div>xoxo </div><div><br /></div><div>oh a little update on my daily diabetes life</div><div>- life has been pretty whacked out, out of order that is</div><div> not eating at the right time</div><div> not sleeping well </div><div> forgetting insulin shots </div><div> but the sugar levels are all good, not wild ones, no hypos too </div><div> the only problem is, i need to find other sites to prick besides my fingers... they are starting to </div><div> hurt, even from the salt on popcorns sends a jolt T.T</div><div> i tried my toes, but it's so much harder to get an adequate amount of blood </div><div> the arms gave to blood at all</div><div> need to get a new lancet device specially for arm and other sites pricking </div><div><br /></div><div>orites, off to bed now</div><div><br /></div><div>sayonara </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-136385424810594297?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-23980967093060527272009-11-11T01:20:00.000-08:002009-11-11T02:55:52.331-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.techtree.com/ttimages/story/106970_mm1-600.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://images.techtree.com/ttimages/story/106970_mm1-600.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#551A8B;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">went to the next byte shop at uni on monday to get myself a magic mice</div><div>but it was totally sold out and their next batch order only arrives on the 16th</div><div>i needed a mice desperately as my old one wasn't functioning well at all</div><div>hence, i went and get it online instead</div><div>straight from apple </div><div>i placed my order on monday arvo and guess what, i arrived today via TNT this morning =D</div><div>it only took 2 days!!!</div><div>i love my new magic mice </div><div>it is awesome!!</div><div><br /></div><div>pure genius </div><div>apple, you have once again amused me</div><div>tickled every nerve in me</div><div>and the jolt of excitement when i laid my fingers on the the mice for the very first time </div><div>speechless</div><div><br /></div><div>i love i heart i like</div><div><br /></div><div>i hope this mice would have a long life, as i have killed 3 mighty mouse in the last 3 years </div><div>all due to the excessive scrolling up, down, left &amp; right pdf and word files/documents for assignments </div><div><br /></div><div>anyways, oral exam tomorrow >.<</div><div>scary shit</div><div><br /></div><div>gonna go try and study now</div><div>ciao </div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-2398096709306052727?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-49783896694865683452009-11-10T12:48:00.000-08:002009-11-10T13:41:15.471-08:00<div style="text-align: left;">in the midst of playing bejeweled blitz on facebook </div><div style="text-align: left;">something came hopping into mind</div><div><br /></div><div>a couple months ago, i wan't a regular BSL checker </div><div>i hated pricking my fingers >8 times a day</div><div>because: </div><div>it caused my fingers to look ugly (you can see tiny red dots)</div><div>it hurts when i do play the guitar </div><div>and basically finger pricking is painful!</div><div><br /></div><div>well before that i did not even knew i had to check my BSL so often due to the lack of education from my previous doctors back home</div><div>it seems like they did not took it seriously and they did not see Diabetes as a chronic disease </div><div>it could be mainly cause it wasn't their speciality too (that i can't blame them)</div><div>if the GP here did not insisted that i went and see an endocrinologist </div><div>i wouldn't probably be here anymore</div><div>or i could be suffering from tremendous complications </div><div><br /></div><div>it was only recently that i started checking my BSL regularly </div><div>after being hit by reality and had my eyes opened </div><div>it is time to take charge of life </div><div><br /></div><div>during the winter holidays (june-july)</div><div>i participated in the National Conference Games (NCG)</div><div>and i never did knew that a diabetic shouldn't exercise or participate in any sports at all when her/his BSL is above 16mmol/L, as it may cause ketoacidosis </div><div>i joined ping pong, futsal and basketball for NCG</div><div>and played hardcore! </div><div>futsal and basketball back to back </div><div>not eating or hydrating properly during the games</div><div>and the worst part was i never checked my BSL once</div><div>had no idea if my BSL was too high or low to play sports</div><div>the night after the games, i started feeling very sick but it never occur to me that i could be in a ketoacidosis state; till today </div><div>i am very grateful that i did not fell into a diabetic coma which might have lead to death </div><div><br /></div><div>so, the moral of the story is...</div><div>despite how much you hate pricking and testing your BSL</div><div>it is very IMPORTANT to test your BSL regularly</div><div>it saves life </div><div>ugly fingers and the pain from finger pricking is nothing compared to your life </div><div><br /></div><div>for those who do not know what ketoacidosis is: </div><div><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ketoacidosis">click here</a></div><div><br /></div><div>=D am feeling uber lazy to explain</div><div>and wiki does a good job at explaining stuff</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-4978389669486568345?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-26651829878022339052009-11-10T05:13:00.002-08:002009-11-10T05:16:30.606-08:00trying to study here right now<div>but my neighbor, lovely neighbor, decided to have sex </div><div><br /></div><div>she moans too much</div><div>he has no feeling? (cause i have never heard a sound from him before)</div><div>or it could be that she taped over his mouth? you know, foreplay </div><div><br /></div><div>oh god</div><div>corrupting my mind while i'm trying to read on common upper respiratory tract infections... </div><div><br /></div><div>oh wells,</div><div>i can't find what was wrong with me early, i guess i would ask the GP if i do remember at my next visit </div><div><br /></div><div>ciao </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-2665182987802233905?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-88824621280575089732009-11-09T23:44:00.000-08:002009-11-09T23:51:47.922-08:00something funny is happening<div><br /></div><div>i feel super sick now</div><div>nauseating </div><div>the feeling of feeling like throwing up makes me feel sick to the stomach</div><div>neck muscles aches like hell</div><div>and my mouth taste metallic</div><div>and sugar levels are dropping from 10.7 mmol/L to 8.0 mmol/L to 7.0 mmol/L in 38mins</div><div>i did no exercise except walking around coles and woolies with mommy</div><div><br /></div><div>it certainly doesn't seems like a hypo for now</div><div><br /></div><div>this is really something new to me</div><div>like i said, every step is a learning experience </div><div><br /></div><div>will try and search the net and figure out what is happening </div><div>then would post another entry when i DO find out </div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-8882462128057508973?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-45800835809866609222009-11-09T11:05:00.000-08:002009-11-09T11:20:10.496-08:00sat for my first exam yesterday<br />wasn't too bad, i hope<br />five more papers and an oral to go<br /><br />i think i'm more of a positive exam person this yr<br />starting to realise 7 exams isn't that bad<br />i know i'll regret saying after a few more papers<br />but this is me trying to be positive and strong<br /><br />have not realy started studying for the next 2 exams...<br />feeling super laid back now<br />i need to kick it up several notches<br /><br />i couldn't hold back today<br />i gave in and bought myself a pack of m&amp;ms crisp<br />gave up carbs during diner and supper to enjoy it and avoid the BSL rollercoaster ride<br />sugar levels for yesterday stayed below 10 mmol/l<br />which ain't too bad<br />but it did went to 4.7 mmol/l after i woke up from one of my afternoon naps, and only had a small plate of fried meehoon (vermicelli) for lunch <br /><br />anyways, i heart dinner yesterday<br />had meatballs =D<br />a small tub of organic yogurt<br />and a small bowl of grape and cherry tomatoes (they are TASTY)<br /><br />my eyes were too tired yesterday night, and couldn't just concentrate on studying<br />so i took another nap<br />and woke up around 4am<br />it's 5am now, and i've only read 2 lecture notes... many many more to go<br /><br />gonna study for another hour or so? then head back to bed and wake up before lunch time<br />hopefully i do not oversleep like i always do<br />sleep is the best medicine for any students (coffee 2nd in line?)<br /><br />aites<br />procrastinated long enough<br />gonna dive back in to study mode<br /><br />p/s: did not ate the whole pack of m&amp;ms at once... divided into 3 smaller portions<br /><br />take care guys &amp; gals<br />xoxo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-4580083580986660922?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-88726850183579836272009-11-07T20:44:00.000-08:002009-11-07T21:06:06.615-08:00it's one of those bad days<div>it is just bad</div><div><br /></div><div>when m stressed out</div><div>and gotta do things that i don't want to</div><div>i stress out even more</div><div>i could feel everything in me trying to burst and just scream it off</div><div>but it ain't fair for the other who would be screamed at</div><div>so i try my best to just keep it in </div><div><br /></div><div>the more i keep it in</div><div>the more stressful i get</div><div><br /></div><div>the more stressful i get</div><div>the more cravings i crave </div><div><br /></div><div>walked pass mcD and for some reason everywhere i looked, there were a mcD soft served cone or sundae </div><div>it's a calling to feed my obsessive cravings </div><div>i need something cold and SWEET</div><div><br /></div><div>sweet tooth moment #540245021272507127587024557</div><div>it is the worst moment one could ever endure</div><div>it is fine if you could actually have something nice and sweet without feeling the guilt and consequences </div><div>but it would never be that way ever </div><div>it is worse when there is a "diabetic police" around</div><div>they constantly get on your back </div><div>yap yap yap yap yap </div><div>yapping about how high in sugar it is or how it would make your sugar levels rocket in space</div><div>it kinda makes me feel very angry (i think that is what i'm feeling)</div><div>what can one do around here to catch a break and actually have something sweet </div><div><br /></div><div>moody and sulking now</div><div>how i wish there is a chocolate sunday ice cream in my hands </div><div>had not had one in yearsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss</div><div>the one time i actually really really really want it, i couldn't </div><div><br /></div><div>this sucks </div><div>waiting for sweet tooth moment to pass ASAP</div><div><br /></div><div>"do you live to eat or do you eat to live?" </div><div>so emo right now (o.O)</div><div><br /></div><div>blahssssssssssss </div><div>the drive to study has poofed into thin air </div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-8872685018357983627?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-51677391357633850972009-11-07T04:40:00.000-08:002009-11-07T05:17:25.821-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SvVulhcSLKI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Yfh7t_soAFg/s1600-h/SNC00360.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SvVulhcSLKI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Yfh7t_soAFg/s320/SNC00360.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401344919011994786" /></a>all nighter pulled off<div>and went to the market when the mommy woke up, which was around 6am</div><div>it was already bright and sunny by then</div><div>loved the clouds</div><div>nice and clear </div><div><br /></div><div>For breakfast i had:<br /><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SvVulbgaWcI/AAAAAAAAAew/4y_Zismt_8E/s1600-h/SNC00359.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SvVulbgaWcI/AAAAAAAAAew/4y_Zismt_8E/s320/SNC00359.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401344917418695106" /><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SvVuk4D3bUI/AAAAAAAAAeo/QpCbNc3ILwo/s1600-h/SNC00355.jpg"></a></div><div>langos (cheese, garlic, sour cream and a touch of sweet chilly sauce)</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SvVuk4D3bUI/AAAAAAAAAeo/QpCbNc3ILwo/s1600-h/SNC00355.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SvVuk4D3bUI/AAAAAAAAAeo/QpCbNc3ILwo/s320/SNC00355.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401344907903724866" /></a><br /></div><div>and a cup of german sausages =D</div><div>the best ever</div><div>i kept on reminding myself to snap a pic before i took a bite, but it totally slipped my mind when i took it in my hands</div><div>instantly with a fork, i poke into a sausage and feed it to my mouth </div><div>*oooOOOooOOoOoOoOoOoOoO*</div><div>nom nom nom till all is gone, till i remembered that i was suppose to take a picture of it</div><div>so here is a pic of an empty cup that was once filled with german sausages<br /><br /></div><div>bought 2 pedi (stuffed turkish bread), hv not snapped a pic of it yet</div><div>gonna have it for supper or breakfast =D *slurps*</div><div><br /></div><div>got homeard 9am, and went to bed till 5pm</div><div>woke up feeling like i'm gonna fall sick ='|</div><div>*fingers crossed* do not need to be sick now......</div><div><br /></div><div>ate tea with the mommy</div><div>and then went for a walk by the river with her </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SvVtV6fKUiI/AAAAAAAAAeg/KFZtq5G0JJk/s1600-h/SNC00363.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SvVtV6fKUiI/AAAAAAAAAeg/KFZtq5G0JJk/s320/SNC00363.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401343551345414690" /></a><br /></div><div>another picture of the clouds</div><div>i'm obsessed with clouds </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SvVtVIWJQKI/AAAAAAAAAeY/ONMuwD8MNi8/s1600-h/SNC00375.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SvVtVIWJQKI/AAAAAAAAAeY/ONMuwD8MNi8/s320/SNC00375.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401343537885823138" /></a><br /></div><div>pretty flowers =D</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SvVtU_Go4oI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/n9E1PqTKrD4/s1600-h/SNC00371.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SvVtU_Go4oI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/n9E1PqTKrD4/s320/SNC00371.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401343535404868226" /></a><br /></div><div>never took note of these steps before</div><div>do you notice anything wrong with it?</div><div>half black, half white</div><div>was it made intentionally or it colored?/discolored? naturally </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SvVtUYoqcvI/AAAAAAAAAeI/WW97RTZzviU/s1600-h/SNC00370.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SvVtUYoqcvI/AAAAAAAAAeI/WW97RTZzviU/s320/SNC00370.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401343525078594290" /></a>graffiti </div><div>- out of order- </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SvVtUNkQBGI/AAAAAAAAAeA/jtUdqDNYVrc/s1600-h/SNC00379.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SvVtUNkQBGI/AAAAAAAAAeA/jtUdqDNYVrc/s320/SNC00379.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401343522107294818" /></a><br /></div><div>random picture of a vintage looking like door</div><div>i love the hinges </div><div><br /></div><div>gonna have a super super late dinner soon</div><div>then start studying again =D</div><div><br /></div><div>love hugs and kisses</div><div>-daph-</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-5167739135763385097?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-83092401253138010742009-11-06T10:52:00.000-08:002009-11-06T11:14:20.677-08:00i love today<div>no highs or lows</div><div>just normal </div><div><br /></div><div>to some ppl, normal (when used in everyday context) is blah-boring</div><div>but to a diabetic, when it comes to blood sugar levels, normal is awesome!</div><div><br /></div><div>i love normal</div><div>makes me happier than ever </div><div><br /></div><div>i've been youtubing a lot on insulin pumps</div><div>it gets me pretty envious</div><div>and now, i'm super tempted to get one</div><div>but the only thing stopping me is the $$$-moolah </div><div><br /></div><div>i'm an international uni student (nil income)</div><div>and unlike australian citizens, i've got no health benefits </div><div>am only covered by oshc insurance </div><div>and i don't think they would cover the full cost for an insulin pump</div><div><br /></div><div>i'm not too sure how much one does actually cost, but it could reach to aud$5k </div><div>$5000 in cold hard cash @.@</div><div><br /></div><div>for now, i guess it's a dream for me </div><div>sticking to insulin pens and 4 shots a day (that ain't too bad ^^) </div><div><br /></div><div>any hows, m gonna head back to studying</div><div>then bring the mommy to the market to get some fresh vege and breakfast =p</div><div><br /></div><div>the sherwood market sales awesome german sausages and also fresh turkish bread that has stuffings in it =D </div><div>tried the mushroom &amp; herb turkish bread last week, and it is TO DIE FOR!!!~~~</div><div>gonna try the olives and cheese one later on </div><div>ooo~LALA </div><div>food = ORGASMIC</div><div>*but keeping in mind to always count the carbs =D</div><div><br /></div><div>it's a pity i've got no pics to share with you guys, maybe later i would snap some, if i don't get over distracted by the deliciously mouth watering food</div><div>it is like me being a kid in a candy store </div><div><br /></div><div>gonna continue with the studying now~~</div><div><br /></div><div>all the best to all students who are having their first exam paper today~</div><div><br /></div><div>toodles peeps</div><div>love hugs and kisses </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-8309240125313801074?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-20687315685116959372009-11-05T12:20:00.000-08:002009-11-05T12:29:17.068-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SvM0msPBISI/AAAAAAAAAd4/2S3O5ZON-Yo/s1600-h/SNC00354.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SvM0msPBISI/AAAAAAAAAd4/2S3O5ZON-Yo/s320/SNC00354.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400718217461178658" border="0" /></a><br />everyone has their own unique hypo (low blood sugar) signs and symptoms<br /><br />been experiencing a few hypos these couple of nights<br />i guess it could be due to the lack of appetite? and also the late nights i've been pulling off<br />concentrating too hard, and not bothering to stop for a snack to keep my sugars up<br /><br />i realized that the very first thing i experience is i start to shake a little<br />then it gets "stronger"<br />and then my extremities feels "cold"<br />then my neck muscles gets stiff<br />and i get really really moody<br />i will snap at anyone for no reason (which i just did when my mom opened my door >.< sorry mummy)<br /><br />gonna eat a few pretzels before i go to bed<br />i do not wanna fall into a diabetic coma while i'm asleep =|<br /><br />biom3011 14/18 lecture notes more to study.... i'm going really really really slow<br />gambateh~~!!! daph-san<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-2068731568511695937?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-90541406090823237752009-11-05T05:05:00.000-08:002009-11-05T06:26:33.775-08:00<div>this is me</div><div>i would rather take my baby EOS450D out and experiment around than study for a very important final exam</div><div>this is not normal, or is it?</div><div><br /></div><div>its been quite awhile since i played with my cameras </div><div>missing the thrill </div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SvLX1UYnBiI/AAAAAAAAAdY/vjxeciRfWTU/s320/IMG_1564.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400616214175614498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SvLd6JfM-WI/AAAAAAAAAdw/hHZD_2jHv2g/s1600-h/IMG_1588.JPG"></a><div>long exposure</div><div>wanted to get that "glowy" effect from the lights of the apartments opposite mine</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SvLd6JfM-WI/AAAAAAAAAdw/hHZD_2jHv2g/s1600-h/IMG_1588.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SvLd6JfM-WI/AAAAAAAAAdw/hHZD_2jHv2g/s320/IMG_1588.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400622894219589986" /></a><br /></div><div>took this using my pinhole lens </div><div>its been a very very very long time since i used it, mainly cause i do not have a tripod<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SvLb2uZcqcI/AAAAAAAAAdo/mEn_F-QcBTU/s1600-h/IMG_1585.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SvLb2uZcqcI/AAAAAAAAAdo/mEn_F-QcBTU/s320/IMG_1585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400620636384831938" /></a><br /></div><div>another fun picture</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SvLZrPgaVbI/AAAAAAAAAdg/B7MMPACWpj0/s1600-h/IMG_1587.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SvLZrPgaVbI/AAAAAAAAAdg/B7MMPACWpj0/s320/IMG_1587.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400618240090723762" /></a><br /></div><div>and another with more poses around</div><div><br /></div><div>m not sure if it is due to the rain or if it's cause i've used up my quota</div><div>but these 4 pics took me ages to upload...</div><div>maybe it is also due to the size of the image... </div><div>hmm hope i still have enough quota to feed my youtube obsession </div><div><br /></div><div>studying biom3011 now</div><div>soooooooo much to remember... my head hurts every time i try to enter a new information in</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">aites m heading back to studying </div><div style="text-align: left;">and i hope u enjoy the "fun" pics i uploaded for you guys </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">love hugs and kisses </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SvLX1UYnBiI/AAAAAAAAAdY/vjxeciRfWTU/s1600-h/IMG_1564.JPG"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-9054140609082323775?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-75635451627349248072009-11-04T22:37:00.000-08:002009-11-04T23:07:26.258-08:00$280.50 - 25 pens of novorapid<div>$32.95 - 50 strips of accu-chek advantage </div><div>$485 - 25 pens of lantus</div><div>$12.50 - 100 of softclix lancets</div><div>$25 - 100 0f BD micro-fine needles </div><div>$32 - 100 of novofine needles</div><div><br /></div><div>These are how much my stuff cost (average price) </div><div><br /></div><div>i would spend an average of</div><div>$33.60 (novofine needles) + $7.50 (BD microfine needles) + $12.50 (softclix lancets) + $38.80 (lantus) + $158.16 (accu-chek advantage) + $11.20 (novorapid) </div><div>= $251.76 per month </div><div><br /></div><div>don't use alcohol swabs, so i save money on that =D </div><div>such a bad habit.. </div><div>you should really use alcohol swabs to clean the site of injection and also finger pricking, to decrease and avoid the risk of infections </div><div><br /></div><div>$251.76 per month!! </div><div>i'm very grateful for my awesome parents</div><div>they've been supporting me throughout all these years since i was first diagnosed </div><div>thank you daddy and mummy, i love you both </div><div>unconditioned love is constantly being showered over me</div><div>i don't know how am i able to give back to you both the way you gave me </div><div><br /></div><div>i wonder how would i support myself when i step into the working world?</div><div>would i be able to earn enough to pay off everything and support myself? </div><div>got to find a rich husband who is able to support me and also provide all the care i need (^^)"</div><div><br /></div><div>oh wells, shouldn't think about work just yet</div><div>got to concentrate on graduating first </div><div>but before that, i got to focus on passing my third year final exams now</div><div><br /></div><div>off to bury me poor little head into a pile of notes </div><div>*dig dig dig, bury bury bury*</div><div><br /></div><div>adios</div><div>take care peeps</div><div>and all the best to all who are having exams </div><div><br /></div><div>love hugs and kisses </div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-7563545162734924807?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-78544522387976667772009-11-03T19:02:00.000-08:002009-11-03T19:13:12.220-08:00<div>woke up and took a shower</div><div>when i realized my bruise got meaner >.<</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SvDvPvDE7CI/AAAAAAAAAcw/bKrfWtDUDGw/s1600-h/SNC00334.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SvDvPvDE7CI/AAAAAAAAAcw/bKrfWtDUDGw/s320/SNC00334.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400079006823672866" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><br /></span></a><div>now it really got me thinking</div><div>what actually happened??</div><div><br /></div><div>hmm could it be bubbles in my insulin? (don't think there were any..) </div><div>or did i hit a nerve? (there wasn't any pain)</div><div>or was i sleep walking and got myself into a fight? (not likely, coz i sleep like a pig)</div><div><br /></div><div>such things like this gets my mind up and running... </div><div>curiosity hits harder than tsunami or hiroshima bomb </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span>ladidada~~! </div><div>to hunt for answers or to just forget bout it and concentrate on studies?</div><div><br /></div><div>exams are around the corner, and i'm still kicking it back and taking my sweet time</div><div>i know i'll pay for it cold and hard later on </div><div><br /></div><div>oh wells... it is just me being lazy and a procrastinator </div><div><br /></div><div>ciaos</div><div>off to lunch</div><div><br /></div><div>xoxo<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-7854452238797666777?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-89194889663858954382009-11-03T08:49:00.000-08:002009-11-03T09:10:28.590-08:00it's 2.53am<br />started feeling all shaky and unwell<br />and also a lil confused and blurry<br />can't type properly nor could i snap a proper picture<br />but i tried my best<br /><br />first think i did when i started feeling unwell and shaky<br />check my blood sugar levels<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SvBiS1M62SI/AAAAAAAAAco/-shY7Dcl7ZA/s1600-h/SNC00330.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SvBiS1M62SI/AAAAAAAAAco/-shY7Dcl7ZA/s320/SNC00330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399924028875659554" border="0" /></a><br />pricking my finger got a lil tougher<br />had to pricked it twice cause i couldn't get enough blood out the first time<br />second time was a success<br /><br />then waited for the glucometer to give me a reading<br /><br />and ta-daa<br />4.4mmol/L<br />kinda low<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SvBiSpWU_vI/AAAAAAAAAcg/f74tIvu17yQ/s1600-h/SNC00333.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SvBiSpWU_vI/AAAAAAAAAcg/f74tIvu17yQ/s320/SNC00333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399924025693896434" border="0" /></a><br />next thing to do is look for food~~!!!<br />so i won't pass out and suffer from complications<br />it is now 3.00am, and my mom is asleep... got to take care of myself or no one will<br />(haha and i doubt that zaza will come running all the way from st. lucia to toowong to save me during this ungodly hour)<br /><br />no wonder it took a lot more effort to concentrate with what i'm trying to study<br />@.@<br /><br />hopefully after grabbing a bite, my sugar levels won't go spiking up high.<br /><br />a hypo should not be taken lightly, especially when u r a diabetic.<br />be aware and know the symptoms of a hypo<br />and also know what to do when u r experiencing a hypo<br /><br />discuss it with your doctor or a diabetic educator<br /><br />and tell the ppl around u about a hypo and what to do<br /><br /><br />off to feed myself now<br />xoxo<br />take care<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-8919488966385895438?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-91672275045133661242009-11-02T04:13:00.000-08:002009-11-02T04:36:16.751-08:00<div style="text-align: left;">hello hello</div><div><br /></div><div>it was friday when i took a shot after lunch</div><div>was doing it while i was standing up, it did not hurt at all</div><div>but it gave me a mean bruise (lol, and yes za, it's not due to futsal, just wanted to make zoe feel bad =p)</div><div><br /></div><div>it's monday today and the bruise is still there</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/Su7RMWS8byI/AAAAAAAAAcY/wVxitiw6qf0/s320/SNC00327.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399483013337476898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>sexy hor my mean bruise? </div><div>(^^)</div><div><br /></div><div>ok, not back to studies... and more procrastination in between </div><div><br /></div><div>love hugs and kisses </div><div>good luck to all who are having exams this week, and also all the best to those studying in SWOT vac week </div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-9167227504513366124?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-10022574491942273252009-11-01T09:18:00.000-08:002009-11-01T09:34:37.896-08:00<div>smokers, i know none would stop when they are not prepared too</div><div><br /></div><div>but what if someone close to you, maybe a loved one, whom have never smoked before in his/her life, but have been diagnosed with lung cancer?</div><div>a lung cancer that is caused by second hand smoking?</div><div>second hand smoke from YOU!</div><div><br /></div><div>would u have stopped earlier no matter what and when? </div><div>they love you; </div><div>some love you and told u to quit hoping that u would</div><div>some love you and not utter a word about ur smoking habits because they know that what they say would hurt or offend u, which they do not want too</div><div><br /></div><div>it would be too late to turn back time and quit when in present you could loss her/him due to ur smoking habits </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-1002257449194227325?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-58600755572545335972009-11-01T07:20:00.000-08:002009-11-01T09:38:15.358-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/Su2oqdbPkFI/AAAAAAAAAb4/QX0trdMP8Ew/s320/SNC00217.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399156975693959250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/Su2orDYmUtI/AAAAAAAAAcI/okClcOuMAcw/s1600-h/SNC00320.jpg"></a><div>One tree turning brown as if it was autumn, and another fully bloomed in spring. </div><div>The things that makes me wonder, makes me think, and also which eventually makes my head hurt. </div><div>The things that i would eventually fade away from memory unless reminisce every once in a while. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/Su2oq8GLKFI/AAAAAAAAAcA/c7it_L6nDDk/s1600-h/SNC00299.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/Su2oq8GLKFI/AAAAAAAAAcA/c7it_L6nDDk/s320/SNC00299.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399156983927089234" /></a>My raw wound. Freshly scraped knee while playing netball with a few of my friends. <div>Tripped over zuzu's long praying mantis like legs. thank lord it was nothing more serious than just a scrape.<br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/Su2orDYmUtI/AAAAAAAAAcI/okClcOuMAcw/s320/SNC00320.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399156985883415250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><div style="text-align: left;">My one day old wound. Healing pretty well, thank lord. Trying to take care of it the best i could to avoid infections. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Played a lil fun futsal today at oval 7 (which we got shooed off) &amp; munro field. Was laughing at everything till my tummy hurts (^^)</div><div style="text-align: left;">Helps release stress and tension but it gave me a few aches here and there. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Not stretching before playing is the main culprit. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This morning was one crappy crap crap day for me. BSL wasn't too low, but kinda low. Cleaned myself up and brushed my teeth before i had lunch; woke up around 12.30pm (would have slept longer, but my mom came into my room to wake me up), was pretty tired cause i went to bed around 5am. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Am not sure why, but when i saw sausages and toast bread for lunch, i got pretty grumpy and started snapping around. I wanted something more"lunchy" than "breaky". I won't usually make a fuss/deal over it.. but i guess low sugar levels does "damaging" stuff. </div><div style="text-align: left;">We can't control how our sugar levels act when we nap, and it's super hard to keep it at a normal range. I apologize if i do become an arse at times, but please understand, it is unintended. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Super hungry tonight. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Gonna start studying in a while.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Take care.</div><div style="text-align: left;">xoxo</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-5860075557254533597?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-6197097508454975792009-10-29T08:09:00.000-07:002009-10-29T08:11:03.613-07:00i are is wants a dexcom sensor!!<br />i no want to prick prick anymore fingers..<br />but sad sad, not dexcom yet here in aus aus...<br />i too want an omnipod, but it too have not arrived aus aus.. apa lagi malaysia<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-619709750845497579?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-39399474692653468782009-10-29T03:47:00.000-07:002009-10-29T03:58:03.725-07:00i couldn't believe that it is harder to find a placement site than to get a job in a hospital.<br />the people i contacted did not had the authority to ding the agreement, and to sign an agreement they would have to call for a board meeting which is just too much trouble for them to go through.<br />therefore, agreement is left unsigned, but instead they are happy to offer me a job during the summer.<br />m devastated, i can't content it<br />all i wanna do is just burst and let it all out<br />i wanna hit something, i wanna scream, i wanna cry<br />this is how bad i wanted to do my placement back home<br /><br />m giving it another try in another hospital back home<br />i'm happy there is another opportunity<br />but what if they can't sign the agreement too?<br />another rejection would crush me into pieces<br />i will break; no doubt there<br /><br />lost my appetite for dinner today<br />feeling so grumpy and hurt<br />stress is catching up with me?<br />can't concentrate in anything i do<br />apa lagi kalau nak belajar dalam situasi gini?<br />ilmu akan masuk dan terus keluar ja.<br /><br />staring blankly into my notes<br />wishing and praying hard that a miracle would happen<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-3939947469265346878?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-65497919636062523372009-10-28T07:33:00.000-07:002009-10-28T07:36:07.972-07:00thought for the moment<br /><br />m feeling that my brain has really grown old<br />it is slowing down not by a notch, but a few notches<br />i really need to exercise my brain before it totally dies on me<br /><br />how to exercise the brain?<br />brain teaser games!!!<br />(korek korek nds out)<br />=D play games instead of studying... not too wise, since exams are just around the corner....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-6549791963606252337?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-16269360591080142702009-10-28T01:03:00.000-07:002009-10-28T01:26:03.592-07:00GP appointment at 1pm today<div>and it was pouring rain when i was on my way to uni</div><div>the windows on the bus got all fogged up and the bus driver had difficulties looking at the road </div><div>>.<" not cool at all </div><div>but got to uni in one pice =D</div><div>head to the clinic with my tiny one-person-umbrella above my head </div><div>i did not failed to get wet at all; but not drenched </div><div><br /></div><div>the appointment with the doctor was nice and pleasant =D kinda therapeutic too</div><div>usually most of the appointments would last for about 5-10 mins, but mine lasted for more than 30 mins.. (should i feel special?) </div><div>doc and i discussed bout: </div><div>- how the sugar levels are for the past week</div><div>- the diet (NB pasta are a NO NO from now on)</div><div>- the insulin that had precipitation in it</div><div>- seeing an eye specialist when i return next yr </div><div>- seeing the doc more often</div><div>- be more active</div><div>- to go see a GP whenever i fell unwell </div><div>- seeing her once more after exams before i return home </div><div><br /></div><div>after my appointment i headed for tutorial at 2pm which lasted for 2 hours</div><div>then to a lecture from 4pm to 5pm. </div><div><br /></div><div>the bus ride home took ages</div><div>traffic congestion </div><div>finally reached home around 5.45pm </div><div>and my tummy grumbling</div><div>can't wait for dinner, could smell the aroma from mom's cooking</div><div>grumble grumble more</div><div><br /></div><div>oh, and note to self, should really avoid getting wet by the rain</div><div>tend to get horrible headaches @.@</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-1626936059108014270?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-46379888097352054662009-10-26T22:35:00.000-07:002009-10-26T23:17:53.212-07:00<div style="text-align: left;">lots of the days i would not bring any of my babies out coz they can't fit into my bag</div><div>but fear not, there is still mistress phone to snap pics with =D</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SuaIqPxbt8I/AAAAAAAAAbo/zJGGwKG-fIU/s200/SNC00283.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397151462819870658" /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">love this picture a lot</div><div style="text-align: right;">was walking home from the bus stop, when i just had to stop and take a picture of this</div><div style="text-align: right;">it's 2 totally different tree species living together in harmony on a very tiny piece of land</div><div style="text-align: right;">i wonder why some people with different color/culture/religion can't live together in peace and synchrony</div><div style="text-align: right;"> a world without war</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SuaIphDtOaI/AAAAAAAAAbg/OFFDQPqF3dk/s200/SNC00254.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397151450280049058" />this is a jacaranda tree</div><div>when fully blossomed, you can't take you eyes of it</div><div>it's purple flowers are breathtaking </div><div>it blossoms in spring, nearing exam period</div><div>so if you see jacarandas around u, it's a sign that you should start studying</div><div>there is this myth where they believe that if a jacaranda flower drops on your head, you would fail your exams =| </div><div>to believe or not to believe?</div><div>meh, i believe if u study hard enough for ur exam, you'll do fine </div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SuaIqvTPW1I/AAAAAAAAAbw/-t6BrvF1C_g/s200/SNC00279.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397151471283166034" /><div style="text-align: right;">i was bored and was just staring at all the stuff i had on my study table, and realized that about 80% of it are my diabetes stuff</div><div style="text-align: right;">like all the many many youtube videos i watched (should really be studying instead ^^), they tend to include a picture of a month's supply of their diabetes stuff? equipment? utensils (lol)?</div><div style="text-align: right;">so i decided to snap a pic of my stuff too, but this is no where near one month's supply</div><div style="text-align: right;">it's more like a week or two?</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eRy82T4-cA/SuaIpaAzGLI/AAAAAAAAAbY/ENk5ftphZS0/s200/SNC00163%231.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397151448388802738" /></div><div style="text-align: left;">this pic puts a smile on my face</div><div style="text-align: left;">i don't know why, but it just does </div><div style="text-align: left;">the reflection of a cloud on a very reflective building </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">i guess you do not have to smile for a reason </div><div style="text-align: left;">=D *beaming from one ear to another*</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">despite the highs and lows</div><div style="text-align: left;">m not letting anything hold me back from living life to the fullest </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">>.< </div><div style="text-align: left;">ahakz... should be studying now~~~</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">ciao ciao</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-4637988809735205466?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-52594657162756048602009-10-26T16:47:00.000-07:002009-10-26T17:05:57.114-07:00hey<div>woke up in the morning feeling all lousy<div>BSL was around 5.3? </div><div>tummy had a frown </div><div>hard to brush my teeth and feeling shaky </div><div>but managed to have breakfast so that mom won't worry and i won't pass out while on my way to uni</div><div>had a slice of bread with a sausage</div><div>BSL after 2 hours? = 12.8!~ wooowwwwwww it's either increase insulin aspart or avoid bread</div><div>don't really know how to manage the carbs yet </div><div>time is scarce, therefore unable to seek help from a diabetes educator =(</div><div>anyone wanna educate me via msn? hola me (^^)</div><div><br /></div><div>8am lecture.... opthalmology </div><div>the lecturer spoke super fast, it was hard to take down all the notes</div><div>tried my best and managed to do an alright job i guess </div><div>got another lecture at 1pm; leaving a 4 hour break in between... i would hv stayed, but got influenced by rachie to skip the lecture</div><div>haha yups, m that easy to be influenced </div><div>so went home straight after lecture, checked email and fb</div><div>then decided to post a little entry</div><div>wanted to post up some pics i took with my phone but just couldn't transfer the files over to my macbook. gotta use the imac later on when i've got the time (actually, m just being lazy)</div><div>- and yes m a mac person, who is a windows illiterate- </div><div><br /></div><div>feeling so sleepy now, might take a nap after this</div><div>eyes slowly drowsing away -.-zzz</div><div><br /></div><div>p/s: m staring at my blackbird, wondering when would i have the chance to play with it T.T</div><div>it's still sitting there staring at me like a slutty virgin, can't wait to be popped. </div><div><br /></div><div>it's time for my nap time</div><div>-peace out-</div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-5259465716275604860?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-12276504540296929892009-10-24T10:06:00.000-07:002009-10-24T10:18:24.560-07:00weekend ain't much of a happening period<br />instead of partying and having fun, it's more like burying my head deep into notes<br />study is my number one activity<br /><br />juju invited for netball a few days back<br />which i went from 5.30pm to 7.30pm<br />it drizzled at first at the start which stopped pretty quick<br />then it started to rain pretty heavily towards the end<br />got wet, wet enough to give me a headache and a slight temperature; which was resolved with the help of paracetamol<br />got home, cooked dinner, ate dinner, shower, and back to studies<br />then ane came online and we chat =D<br />miss ane lots! wish she could be here with me or me be there with her<br /><br />kinda hungry now, but couldn't think of anything to eat, and just do not want to take the extra finger pricks and tummy jabbing<br /><br />being a huge whiner lately<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-1227650454029692989?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-79780383819918758552009-10-23T02:22:00.000-07:002009-10-23T02:40:29.379-07:00this morning wasn't quite fun.. <div>reading was low in the morning when i woke up, had to miss breakfast as i was running late for an 8am lecture.</div><div>felt a lot better when i had the chance to grab a sandwich </div><div>for lunch my friends and i tried the new jap cafe that opened on campus.. ate katsudon (deep fried minced beef patty on a bed on fresh cabbage and rice + jap mayo and bulldog sauce) </div><div>and zaza had chicken teriyaki (that looked nothing like the picture on the menu)</div><div>the food wasn't too bad; edible. </div><div>glorz brought lunch from home and rachie only had iced coffee cause she was gonna go on a date with milky</div><div>anyways, after lunch i was gonna take my insulin aspart but then realised they were precipitation!!! ppt were like - "i'm swimming, i'm swimming, swimming swimming swimming."</div><div>at first i hesitated; "to take, or not to take?"</div><div>but decided not too take after asking a friend and also the pharmacist on campus</div><div>sugar levels went up to 18? which got me pretty hyper in lecture</div><div>i was restlesssssssssssssssssssssssssssss (^^)</div><div>but it was all good when my background (glargine) started kicking end =D</div><div>got home, got another aspart out from the fridge, and it's ready to rock and roll now</div><div><br /></div><div>not too sure what to have for dinner, grilled fish? or instant noodles? or take outs?</div><div>gonna do some cramming session tonight; getting prepared to battle the Examus Fianale War '09 (meh m going a lil crazy now)</div><div><br /></div><div>aites the highs and lows aite good, the normals = AWESOMeOUS! </div><div>oo credits to my glucometer; amen to this device that helps me keep track of my BSL -i lub u-</div><div><br /></div><div>xoxo </div><div>=D</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-7978038381991875855?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-20789195500811648252009-10-21T07:08:00.001-07:002009-10-21T07:22:36.889-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hypebeast.com/image/2009/08/lomography-diana-mini.jpg"></a><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://www.letsgodigital.org/images/artikelen/6/canon-450d.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 530px; height: 466px; " /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hypebeast.com/image/2009/08/lomography-diana-mini.jpg"></a><div>450D - baby no.1<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hypebeast.com/image/2009/08/lomography-diana-mini.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"></a><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://www.hypebeast.com/image/2009/08/lomography-diana-mini.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 620px; height: 465px; " /></span>Diana mini - baby no.2<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.letsgodigital.org/images/artikelen/6/canon-450d.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.japantrends.com/en/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/blackbird-fly-camera-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 338px;" src="http://www.japantrends.com/en/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/blackbird-fly-camera-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Blackbird fly camera (Blue) - baby no.3</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I love my babies</div><div>m falling deeper and deeper into the world of photography</div><div>m more than in love</div><div>every stare, every touch, every experience - it's beyond orgasmic </div><div>every picture tells more than a story</div><div>m not a professional photographer nor am i superbly good in it, yet</div><div>but everyday and every shutter is a learning experience for me</div><div>gaining more knowledge and wisdom, i'll get wiser and better</div><div>one day, my photos/pictures/images would bring tears to your eyes</div><div>it will touch each and everyone of you in a different way, unique to each individual</div><div>it would be a roller-coaster ride custom made for u</div><div><br /></div><div>love hugs and kisses </div><div>*ka-chak ka-chak*</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-2078919550081164825?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-79953543831164233792009-10-21T04:33:00.000-07:002009-10-21T04:49:15.911-07:00forgotten to mention bout my visit to the endocrinologist.<div>he was awesome, helped me a lot</div><div>answered my questions and drastically pulled me out of the dark</div><div>never new one 20mins visit could change my life; one major change, one that saved my life</div><div><br /></div><div>taking a huge step and a tall stand to turn my life around </div><div><br /></div><div>*a diabetic needs her/his doctors aka heroes</div><div>(endocrinologist, GP, foot specialist, eye specialist, etc?)</div><div><br /></div><div>^^</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-7995354383116423379?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-65287610247130706802009-10-21T04:20:00.000-07:002009-10-21T04:29:07.987-07:00hello =D<div><br /></div><div>it's my first day on insulin aspart</div><div>took 4 units before lunch and dinner (depending on what i eat)</div><div>and it made a huge impact</div><div>no huge BSL increase, feeling a lot better (no more getting shockingly high numbers on my glucometer)</div><div>been much more compliant with testing my BSL, testing it;</div><div>1) when i wake up</div><div>2) before i have breakfast</div><div>3) 2 hours after breakfast</div><div>4) before lunch</div><div>5) 2 hours after lunch</div><div>6) before dinner</div><div>7) 2 hours after dinner</div><div>8) before bedtime</div><div>9) late night</div><div><br /></div><div>slowly learning to accept my daily routine, my fingers and tummy may not look as pretty and sexy as it used too, but i'm grateful to be able to increase my quality of life and prevent from other acute/chronic diseases</div><div> </div><div>not slowing down for diabetes~! life goes on =D</div><div><br /></div><div>love hugs and kisses</div><div>xoxo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-6528761024713070680?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125097156356049872.post-18338192147852920782009-10-19T05:19:00.000-07:002009-10-19T05:38:46.762-07:00title is self explanatory<div><br /></div><div>been one lousy type one diabetic since i was first diagnosed about 7 years ago. </div><div>was first diagnosed as a type two but changed when i became ketoacidosis, that was when i was started on insulin glargine. </div><div>where i'm from there was only 2? endocrinologist, and to get an appointment was impossible. </div><div>fortunately i did got an appointment which i had to take a plane and wait for 4 hours outside his door? which the doctor wasn't much help at all. the doctor prescribed metformin and just gave an "advice"; eat more white meat and vege, minimise red meat and sugary stuff. double thumbs up? hell no</div><div>i was young and uneducated, non of my family members knew about anything at all.</div><div>diabetes hit my family and i right in the head, it's unfamiliar to us. </div><div><br /></div><div>i was one active 14 yr old, very into sports. </div><div>represented my district in discus, javelin and shot put. trained everyday for 6 hours. </div><div>it was around 2003 when i got diagnosed. </div><div>i did not accepted the fact that i have diabetes at all.</div><div>till now, after 7 years, m still being delusional.</div><div>i truly do not want diabetes at all, i question it everyday</div><div><br /></div><div>it recently hit me, a week ago, that i need to take control</div><div>i want to live, i do not want to kill myself </div><div><br /></div><div>videos on youtube help opened my eyes</div><div>(i love youtube clips)</div><div><br /></div><div>seeing an endocrinologist tomorrow, my very first visit </div><div>appointment is 14 hours away and i'm already starting to shake </div><div>i'm scared </div><div>fear of doctors doesn't help my situation at all</div><div><br /></div><div>xoxo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125097156356049872-1833819214785292078?l=thenotsonerdifieddiabetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>daphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202425901989937839noreply@blogger.com0