“CAM305 Functional Clinical Practice – Failure (Supp granted)”

No indications of which component.

It could be the MCQ/SAQ or EMQ papers, or the OSCEs.

Tried my best.  I am tired.

Why the evilness?

Or, am I that bad?

Subtly depressed mood, though well hidden; believed.

I do not want to go back this early.  I want the full Emergency Medicine experience.

Actions changed subtly.  Actions subtly express the mood.

The piano usually starts with Unchained Melody; it started with Phantom of the Opera.  The heavy keys and dark notes.

Life is like a piano.  White keys are happy moments and black keys are sad moments.  But remember both keys are played together to give sweet music.

But I still don’t think I can understand what Tiger experienced last year.

Funny singing with Valencia.  Unchained Melody & The Prayer.

Usual apathy turned enthusiasm for Street Fighter 4, especially “K.O.”s.

Returned DotA addiction.  Use the CAGE questions on me.

New found addiction to chick-flick anime.

Day’s timetable thrown out of the window.

Forgotten physical activity.

The rain & thunder came at the right time.

Calm discussions regarding returning to Tasmania.

Escapism sounds like a good policy.

Can I still continue searching for Passion?  The emotional drain.  Frustration.  Apathy.  Uninterest?

Billy Gilman – What’s Forever For

Fencepost @ The Hermitage
November 2009

A few weekends ago, when The Coach’s football season came to a crashing halt thanks to a nine-point loss in the first round of the state playoffs, we knew it was time to get the heck out of Sorta’ Cosmopolitan. With the exception of my up and back trip to a state conference, it had been months since we had managed to get out of town. In fact, the last time we were away from home was back in July when we embarked on our “Great American Road Trip” through Nebraska, Wyoming, South Dakota, and the southeastern corner of Montana.

It was definitely time to get away.

Of course, somewhere along the line, we had managed to acquire the Tenure Puppy. Since she was too little to board, we knew that an overnighter was out of the question. Instead, we popped the puppy in the bathroom with her puppy pad, water, and lots of toys, loaded up the Mustang and drove south to the sunnier Southern city of Nashville. Our mission? To visit The Hermitage and do a little Christmas shopping at Opry Mills.

We had been meaning to visit The Hermitage for a while now, but other locations in Nashville had distracted us on previous visits: the Country Music Hall of Fame, a concert at the Ryman, a football bowl game, a boat ride on the General Jackson Showboat. Heck, we even took a trip out to the Stones River National Battlefield. This time, however, we made a pact: We’d start out at The Hermitage and work our way back to our shopping and dinner locations. That way, we’d be sure to a decent amount of time at the historic site, seeing how it was going to cost us $15 each (AAA discount) to get into the mansion.

Talk about Timing
Renovations underway at The Hermitage

Like all Disenchanted family trips, we had a bit of a surprise when we got to Nashville. It wasn’t as bad as having our car die in Bonnaroo traffic (which happened on our way back from Florida) or getting rerouted around a nasty car wreck near Mammoth Cave (which happened during one of the hottest days of the summer when I had two cats and a dog in the car with me and the car conditioning pooped out on me). It wasn’t even as bad as the summer my folks tried to take us to the Statue of Liberty, only to find out that it was closed for renovations. No, this was relatively minor by comparison. You see, we managed to arrive at The Hermitage when it was under renovation! Of course, the people running the site put a positive spin on it, posting the following sign:

During the fall and winter you’ll have the unique opportunity to see restoration work underway at the Hermitage mansion and at three historic log buildings. Our historical interpreters will tell you all about the work and the history of these buildings. At times, access to areas around these buildings will be limited for your safety. We appreciate your understanding as we strive to better preserve the home of President Andrew Jackson.”

Aside from making it impossible to get a scaffolding-free picture of the front of the mansion, we didn’t have too many problems. Plus, as you can tell from the picture to the left, the site could use a little TLC. That the problem with wood in the humid south — it tends to rot and it’s a pain in the behind to keep paint on it.

We arrived at the mansion and ended up getting a great deal of personal attention because there were only two other people on the tour. The house is amazing inside: the wallpaper – a massive mural that depicted themes from Greek mythology – made it worth the trip. I’ve never seen anything quite like it. Plus, unlike many other sites, pretty much everything in the mansion had actually belonged to Andrew Jackson. The only downside was that you couldn’t take pictures inside the building and you could only look through Plexiglas into the climate-controlled rooms.

The View from the Back Porch
You can tell the fall leaves were past their peak.

Sadly, no one on the tour – except The Coach – understood my Big Block of Cheese Day references. Maybe they didn’t watch West Wing when it was on the air? Maybe the cheese reference would have worked better in the actual White House? Maybe I am just too smart for my own good? Who knows?

After walking through the mansion, we popped out the back door and headed out to the work yard to see the smokehouse, the kitchen, and the storeroom. We even got to see the poo-poo scraper sitting by the back steps. You know, I could have used one of those, but it looked too heavy to stuff in my purse. (LOL) Eventually, we walked out the gate by the bell, passed the “Lady’s Necessity,” and through the formal English garden to the Tomb of Andrew and Rachel. [I have a picture of this on Flickr, but can’t post it here because The Coach was in the photo. Ah, anonymity!] Geez, I feel like I have spent a great deal of time viewing the graves of dead presidents — Kennedy, FDR, Truman, Eisenhower and now Jackson. Does that make me creepy?

One last note: Can we really say that Andrew Jackson was a great man? Granted, he did a lot for the “common man” (read: white man), but he was still a slave owner in the South. Granted, he was the hero of the Battle of New Orleans (Does the War of 1812 ring any bells?), but he was also the same man who supported the forceable removal of the Native Americans.

Maybe he was a great man, but a good man? Probably not.

Of course, the last thing we saw at The Hermitage was the sign designating it a “certified historic site” on the Trail of Tears National Historic Trail.  Ah, Sarah Vowell, we could have used your commentary while standing there, mouths open, laughing at the irony of it all.

最近真的認真起來了

首先是期末考迫近(無誤)

三科法科中有兩科是全範圍 這絕對不是可以一笑置之的對手

刑法的模擬法庭以及最近開始的分則各罪論更是刺激阿

看來是有得忙了

不過…內心的沉靜之感與日俱增呢

雖然積極進取 但是卻也有一種安寧悠遠的感覺…

希望就這樣持續下去吧.

對了 我把之前去紐約參觀大都會博物館的照片放上相簿了

除了The Metropolitan Museum(本館)之外,也把The Cloister Museum(修道院博物館)一併放入

還有幾張在紐約拍的照片…第五大街迷路記:P

那請各位自行至相簿觀看囉.

This ain’t a song for the brokenhearted
No silent prayer for the faith departed
And I ain’t gonna be just a face in the crowd
You’re gonna hear my voice when I shout it out loud

It’s my life!

It’s now or never
I ain’t gonna live forever
I just wanna live while I’m alive

It’s my life!

These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I could say
My chick on the side said she got one on the way

These are my confessions
If I’m gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
and damn near cried when I got that phone call
I’m so thrown, I don’t know what to do
But to give part two, oh my

Better stand tall
When they’re calling you out
Don’t bend, don’t break
Baby, don’t back down

These are my confessions
It’s now or never
I ain’t gonna live forever

These are my confessions
I just wanna live while I’m alive

It’s my life

Just when I thought I said all I can say
My chick on the side said she got one on the way

These are my confessions
I just wanna live while I’m alive

It’s my life!

Happy Thanksgiving to all my American friends!

NaNo updates will resume shortly.

No time for blogging today, thanks to my evil brother-in-law’s desire for a real Thanksgiving day meal. So far, I have made cornbread. I have my apples peeled and sliced (all 21 of them, from three different varieties). The pie dough needs another 20 minutes in the fridge before I can roll it out and get the pies in the oven. Then I’ll be boiling eggs, making that marvelous red bean hummus, and chopping onions and celery for my cornbread dressing. Dinner has to be on the table by 5 p.m. … but the dining room table is still loaded down with our junk mail. Sigh.

It would have been easier to throw steaks on the grill …

Really, I just came upstairs to figure out how long it will take me to cook an 11 pound turkey. Butterball tells me that the bird needs to be in the pan two hours from now in order to make my deadline. I guess I should get cracking, eh?

I must be truly insane. I kicked off my five-day weekend by — you guessed it — going to the office. It’s amazing what you can get accomplished when the students (and most of your colleagues) are gone. I arrived at 11 a.m., wrote an exam for my grad students, reworked the schedule for my undergrad class, graded a few papers, updated my attendance file, started planning my Christmas trip, turned in the winners of our departmental awards, and almost finished a syllabus for the Spring semester.

And I was able to leave by 4:45 p.m. to go see Fantastic Mr. Fox (two thumbs way, way up!)

Normally, it would take me two days to get through that much work because of the constant flow of traffic into my office. You know, students for advising, students about class, colleagues complaining about students, colleagues complaining about each other, colleagues complaining about me, meetings, meetings, and more meetings. Ah, administration, how you’ve bit me on the left ass check.

I plan on going to work Friday as well, to finish up the fall schedule, to write a teaching review of a junior faculty member, to keep digging out of the pile of shit on my desk. Of course, there’s another motive involved — going to work on Friday keeps me out of the way of my in-laws, who apparently think that it’s a good idea to go shopping on Black Friday. Me? My Christmas shopping is done for everyone except The Coach, and I plan to do most of that on the Internet so the packages come to my office.

It’s My Life is a Bollywood movie starring Harman Baweja and Genelia in lead roles. Anees Bazmee is the director to this movie. Its remake for Telugu block buster hit Bommarillu.

In Telugu version also Genelia has played the female lead. With Bommarillu she has bagged very huge following. Its message oriented movie. This is a clean romantic family entertainer. It’s My Life is going to release by the early of 2010.

Nana Patekar is going to appear as father of Harman Baweja. Genalia will appear as innocent bubbly girl. Shankar Ehsaan Loy are composing music to this feel good movie.

Can you tell what food item has been
banned from my kitchen this year?

Thanksgiving Menu for Chez Disenchanted
(Serving four)

Brie, Pub Cheese, and Crackers
Red Bean Hummus with Flat Bread

Roasted Turkey, Brined and cooked with aromatics
Disenchanted’s Classic Southern Cornbread Stuffing
Roasted Fingerling Potatoes with Figs and Garlic
Broiled Figs Wrapped in Bacon
Roasted Beets
Candied Carrots
Cranberry Orange Salad

Apple Pie

NaNo Day 24

Daily Words: 2,841
Total Actual WC: 40,307
TOTAL WC GOAL: 40,008

Yay! Back on track again. And the sprained wrist gets better daily. Double yay!

Hey, I have an idea. Scroll down to the bottom of this post for a couple of cat pictures. (Not my cat. But still.)

Snippet:

“No, Brooke – damn!” Alex started forward as Brooke took off running. “Get back here!”

“Cliff, don’t leave me again! I’m coming, I’ll follow you, just please slow down!”

No longer even attempting to keep her horse moving forward as she watched the drama before her, Sheila looked from Alex, to Brooke, and then a few yards in front of them, and saw what Alex had already seen. Her heart froze in her chest as she knew what would happen if Alex couldn’t get to the girl in time. Samuel, still on horseback, trotted forward, but slowly, as if he wanted his horse to have plenty of time deciding where to put each step.

Sheila didn’t blame him. Not when the lot of them were headed straight for the edge of a cliff.

copyright Nicole Tom, 2009, do not copy, reprint/re-post without permission, etc.

This is Abby. She’s a cat I’m cat-sitting this week. Very cute. About 4 months old, and into everything.

Even my bath. Once it got high enough she kept drinking from it. Silly cat.

I dreamt of him last night or more like this morning since I slept at 2AM.
Then just a while ago I saw a news article about him.
Somehow in my dream I felt like he isn’t going to go back.
Somehow in my gut I feel like he isn’t going to go back.
But, I wish I’m wrong.
Hopefully.

Sommerurlaub im Winter oder Winterurlaub im Sommer … beides hat etwas für sich … meine Natur liegt im Winter”sport” und dennoch freuen wir uns auf DEN Sommerurlaub im November-Dezember …  Die Spannung steigt: am 26.11.09 um 12:00 hebt der Flieger ab auf die sonnige zweite Halbkugel unseres kleinen blauen Planeten … T minus 30 Stunden …

die Tickets sind gedruckt, die Sitzplätze gebucht … jetzt muss nur der ICE noch pünktlich sein, dann steht einer Erkundungsreise der australischen Ostküste nichts mehr im Wege…

Dresden – Frankfurt – Singapur – Brisbane – Sydney – Brisbane – Byron Bay – Brisbane – Fraser Island – Brisbane – Singapur -Frankfurt – Dresden

Wenn das mal kein Plan ist Ich will versuchen einige Stationen unserer Reise festzuhalten und vielleicht auch den Einen oder Anderen visuellen Eindruck zu posten

T.

So simple,

^{yet so complex.}

So sweet,

^{yet so heart wrenching.}

So light hearted,

^{yet so heavy.}

Do you know what I mean?

I just know that’s what I felt while reading those few lines.

Amazing how some people have a way with words.

I wish I was like that.

Quotables…

“I’m a complicated girl that adores simple things.”

“Sometimes, a smile hurts more than a tear.”

^{“I shed tears with no noise. My hand trapped all emotion from escaping my lips.”}

“A kiss is when two souls brush against each other.”

^{“A first kiss. An autograph of love.”}

“I honestly don’t have a clue.”

“Sometimes, silence is the most comforting thing of all.”

Now do you know what I mean?

Mad Mike unveiled his new car which is now sponsored by Red-Bull

new car keeps all the aggressiveness of the old one with the additions of the new Red Bull livery and a set of wheels from his new sponsor weds.

the car’s old 3-rotor engine was nothing short of impressive, the new car takes things even further with a custom-built naturally aspirated 26B-PP 4 rotor engine with a set of MoTec throttles

Well…最近一切甚好

期中考轟轟烈烈地考完了

大部分都有還OK的感覺

不過還是中了大獎…國際關係理論似乎是炸了…四題申論…

腦子裡面完全想不出來社會建構主義到底是在講啥鬼…沒比過啊

還是很OK的 最慘也不過是0分嘛XD

但是應該不至於啦 如果真的很糟糕就另想他法囉~

最近網站的建構進行得滿順利的

不過好像要忙起來了…文化盃就盡量練吧,排球也是

但是讀大學的目的…我是絕對不會被混淆的

不是由我玩四年…出來之後,我要能夠獨當一面.

喔對了…說好的進圖呢?

交叉詢問的藝術也到了…開始吧

期末考 我來了 這次 就稍微提高一下出力吧

最後…公主好萌 >///<!

OMGEE!!!
So yesterday, I found out that I had a test that was due in the night so I went crazy trying to do the freaking MCQ test online.
When I came to the last question, I freaked.
It was a 30 minute test and I had about 20 minutes left to answer that last question.
Gosh I really had no idea how to do it so I asked my mum for help.
Funny thing is that for part one of that question the answers we calculated wasn’t any of the available choices.
So, I decided to just pick the one that is closest to the answers we calculated.
Then, for the next 2 parts of the question I just randomly tikam-ed the answer.
This morning I checked my results and WORD I got it all correct!!!
I got 9/10 for the test.
That one mark lost was from a earlier question.
The power of tikam! WOOT!
And of course thank GOD for helping me! (:
Now if only the power of tikam would work tonight for my Econs test.
Eek study study study got a test tonight at 7PM.
Wish me all the best!

Welcome to nicks life, my name is nick and i am an 11 year old boy who loves the computer,blogging, club penguin, and much more!

I am an 11 year old boy who loves blogging and, my life is full of things. when you read what i post you will never be bored again!

Странно е как нещо, планирано да бъде приятно, може да се окаже голямо разочарование… Или не точно разочарование, но определено да не отговаря на очакванията ти, да се окаже натоварващо, досадно и, дори, да остави в теб усещане за празнота… Да, да, знам, че звуча като депресирано емо със склонност към самоубийство, но просто това е усещането, оставено в мен тази вечер…

Замислих се за хората по този свят и за това колко жалки същества са повечето от тях… Интересно ми е как могат да се оставят на течението да ги носи, да се слеят с масата, вместо да се стремят да покажат собствената си индивидуалност. А може би изобщо нямат такава? Може би дотолкова са се потопили в тълпата, че са изгубили себе си в опитите си да се впишат във всевъзможни стандарти? А може би просто никога не са намирали себе си, никога не са се откроявали?… Което е жалко… Не мога да разбера как може да бъдеш щастлив без да търсиш, без да се стремиш да вникваш в нещата и да дълбаеш надолу и надолу във всеки един житейски аспект. Нали именно за това сме хора – за да сме любопитни и да откриваме все нови и различни неща, за да се впуснем с главата надолу в приключението, наречено “Живот”, и да извличаме всичко, което можем, от него! А ние не го правим…или поне повечето от нас. Страхуват се да се гмурнат в морето от емоции, което се простира пред тях и да изследват неговите вълнуващи нови територии. Не! Те просто са се оставили на рутината да ги завладее. Училище, храна, работа, пари, секс, дрехи, тук-таме излизания. Повторяемост. Транс.

Просто се изумявам от света, в който живеем. Свят на 18-годишни, уморени в 8 вечерта, свят на младежи, нямащи желание за нови изживявания, държащи се все едно живота за тях е свършил. А той едва сега започва, едва сега се откриват всички нови хоризонти и възможности, но те са толкова заети да се оплакват колко е гаден и скучен животът и да ругаят “несправедливостта” на съдбата към тях, че не ги виждат. Нали ние сами градим живота си?! Как може да искаме да е хубав, ако не си го направим такъв?! И не, това не означава непременно позитивно мислене. Различно е за всеки, различно е според самата личност.

За мен самата щастието се състои в удовлетвореност, в хармония със себе си. И го постигам. Може да бъде чрез неспирни купони и обикаляне по клубовете, чрез гонене на целите си, чрез изследване на нови, непознати територии или, просто, стремеж към истината. Но най-вече – чрез изразяване на себе си! И не мога да проумея как може да си щастлив без да изразяваш себе си? Как може това, че се обличаш или харесваш същите неща като всички наоколо, да ти носи удовлетворение? Как може да ти липсва ясна цел, която да гониш? Как е възможно живота на повърхността да ти доставя удоволствие?…

Не е ли по-добре да използваш вроденото човешко любопитство, за да научаваш неща различни от “с-кого-спи-еди-кой-си”, “какви-дрешки-има-в-този-или-онзи-магазин” или “в-какъв-филм-се-е-забъркал-този-или-онзи”?! Уморена съм да ме гледат все едно съм от друга планета, когато спомена каква книга съм чела или, когато започна разговор за нещо смислено, да получавам в отговор “Айде да сменим темата!”, което, в повечето случаи, е еквивалентно на “Дай да говорим за мен!”… Да, факт е, че хората обичат да говорят за себе си. Факт е, че обичат да се оплакват, но въпросът е: “Кога най-сетне ще разберат, че често пъти самите те са си виновни за нещастията си?” Защото имаме свобода на избора, имаме неограничен достъп до информация, имаме правото да търсим и да бъдем себе си… и, ако се възползваме от всичко това, бихме били наистина щастливи.

I love to drum!

Thanks to Ma Ma who bought this new drum set for me!

Daddy gave me some quick lessons on drumming just before bed-time today, and I think I did him proud.

Letto – Senyumanmu

Indah matamu derai rambutmu
Menunjukkan itulah keindahan
Yang memberikan bentuk senyuman
Sebentuk usapan kepada hati

Sinar wajahmu lembut katamu
Seperti nyaman ku menggubah dunia
Kian terasa begitu hampa
Semuanya sirna tanpa cinta

[**]
Ku temukan arti kerinduan
Dan ku mengerti yang ku cari

[***]
Kau bukanlah cantikmu yang ku cari
Bukanlah itu yang aku nanti
Tetapi ketulusan hati yang abadi
Ku tahu mawar tak seindah dirimu
Awan tak seteduh tatapanmu tetapi
Ku tahu yang ku tunggu hanyalah senyummu

One of the many, many things I am grateful to God for…

Is that I have such a happy boy! He is bright and cheery and never fails to give me that cheeky look to melt my day’s troubles away.

He is the joy and the delight of our lives!

Here he is… having an animated conversation with Bear Bear!

Yes sir, estou de férias! O tempo mágico entre o ultimo dia de aula, passando pelo fim do curso de inglês, a matricula, o natal, o ano novo, a compra do material escolar e o inicio de uma nova série!

Adorei o ultimo ano no colégio… Mas acho que eu poderia ter mudado algumas coisas. Não na questão dos estudos fui muito bem obrigada, mas na parte “social”… Ignorei algumas coisas muito importantes, sabe?

Pois sim, agora é fim de ano e não adianta reclamar, vou fazer com que 2010 seja muuuito bom!

Nestas férias, eu me comprometo a ajudar o mundo, salvar os guepardos e… Ah, quer saber? Eu vou é comer muito Mc Donalds, ler muito e ver muita tv! Hahaha (:

imagem do we heart it

Over the past few years while I’ve been studying and working in the field of journalism, there have been dozens of insights and pieces of advice that I’ve taken away. The most important, in my opinion, is the importance of fact checking.

As a result of lack of fact checking, thousands of people can be grossly misinformed about what happened. The worst part, however, is that the majority of the readers who come across incorrect information aren’t going to know any better.

So, in hopes of preventing incorrect information getting out to the masses, take heed of the following suggestions:

- If you’re unsure of something or need further details, don’t be afraid to ask somebody who knows. Face-to-face or phone conversations work best, as e-mails may not always be replied to in a timely fashion.

- Believe it or not, Wikipedia is a good starting off point but always be sure to check to references section at the bottom of the page.

- Factcheck.org – know about it.

- If you don’t know something, don’t pretend to.

- And as far as spelling goes, your word processor’s built in spell checker shouldn’t always be trusted.